Cayden
THIRTY-EIGHT
I watch her rub that pink toy between her legs, and it takes everything in me not to throw it across the room and replace it with my tongue.
What the hell was I thinking?
I never thought in a million years that I would be jealous of a piece of fucking silicone, yet here we are.
It doesn’t help that her eyes are practically begging me to be the one between her legs.
She slips the fake dick part inside, and my fingernails dig into my palms as my hands tighten into fists.
There’s no way in hell that little toy is going to waste the feeling of her orgasm pulse around it when it could be savored by me.
I have every intention of stepping in before that happens as I watch her slowly slide it out and see it coated with her arousal before it disappears back inside.
Moaning softly, she touches the other end that comes up to her clit as it starts to suck.
My mouth waters at the sight as my cock and mouth ache to take its place.
“Feels so good,” she moans softly, looking right at me.
She’s playing me.
This sweet, innocent-looking dance teacher is playing me.
She knows exactly what she is doing.
And it’s working as I feel my control slip away.
Her hand moves faster as she bites her lip on a whimper, and I can tell by her body language that she’s close.
Standing up, I remove my sweats, freeing my heavy cock that’s so fucking hard right now that I’m surprised I haven’t popped a vein.
The satisfied little smile on her face nearly destroys me because this is the side of Luna that nobody gets to see.
Everyone else gets the sweet dance teacher who fixes crooked ballet buns and teaches little girls how to chase dreams, reminding people to slow down and breathe.
But this?
This playful, confident woman who’s looking at me like she knows exactly how much power she has over me…
This side is all mine, and fuck if I don’t love knowing she trusts me enough to give it to me.
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
Her eyes sparkle, giving her away as a smug smile teases her lips.
Of course, she’s proud of herself.
She preaches about peace and patience, yet she just spent the last few minutes destroying every ounce of mine.
Getting on the bed, I hover in front of her as I place my hand over hers, taking hold of the toy between her legs and sliding it out before tossing it aside.
“You really hate not being in control, don’t you?” She whispers.
I open my mouth to argue, but we both know the truth.
Control is what kept me standing when everything else fell apart.
The schedules….
Routines.
Hockey.
Scarlett.
But somehow this woman makes losing control seem less scary.
She may have succeeded in being the one in control right now…
But I still want it back.
“Make no mistake, little moon,” I grin, grabbing her hips and pulling her down to where she’s lying on her back. “I’m still in control.”
I spread her legs wide and tease her with the tip of my cock until I feel her soak my skin. “That little toy of yours will never be able to make you feel this.”
I thrust into her hard and silence her cry with a kiss. Her body stretches around me as I settle deep inside.
My lips suddenly become less urgent as I slow down and enjoy the feel of her underneath me. I’ve been avoiding this. Not because I didn’t want it…because I wanted it too much.
It’s easier to hide when I don’t have to look her in the eyes. Easier to pretend this is just physical when I don’t have her staring back at me like she sees every broken piece I’ve spent years trying to bury.
This is different.
I’m not hiding in the dark or keeping a part of me locked away where she can’t see it.
This is looking into her eyes and knowing she can see everything I’m too afraid to say.
It’s showing her everything I feel.
Her legs wrap around my waist, locking us together as our bodies find a rhythm only we can dance to.
Lacing my fingers with hers, I hold her hand above her head and palm her breast, squeezing hard before tugging her nipple.
She moans as I continue to touch and explore her body, as I bury myself deeper inside her with every thrust of my hips.
I feel her hand grab my ass, digging her nails into my skin as her body eagerly lifts to meet mine.
“Cayden…” she whimpers softly as her head tilts back in pleasure, exposing her neck to me.
My hand clasps around it, and I feel the steady beat of her pulse as I slightly squeeze as her lips part on a moan.
Watching her surrender to me is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen and one I have every intention of seeing again and again.
When I feel her walls start to tighten, my thrusts become more demanding….my need to have her becomes more urgent.
She cries out as her body explodes around me, squeezing my cock so hard that I almost black out.
I thrust hard inside before my body soon follows, spilling into her with an uncontrolled force that has me growling her name with my release as I bury my face in her hair.
She’s trembling beneath me, our bodies locked together in a tight hold, neither one of us wanting to break the connection.
Her arms wrap around me, and I feel her fingers slide into my hair as she cradles me against her body.
I’m too afraid to move…too afraid to speak.
Because I know what I’ll find in her eyes if I were to look at her now, and I wouldn’t be able to stop the words that desperately want to come out.
I know what love feels like.
I’m not talking about a love between a father and a daughter. That’s a different kind of love.
I’m talking about the soul-crushing love that completely consumes you.
The kind that can make you feel invincible but has the power to break you when it’s gone.
I never thought I would feel it again. Never thought it was possible to have one, let alone two, in one lifetime.
It feels the same, yet different.
Neither outshines the other, but both are equally powerful.
It’s as if my soul was once whole, then suddenly torn in half.
Leaving behind an emptiness so big that I thought nothing in this life would ever be strong enough to touch it.
And then you find it.
Someone who fills it.
And suddenly, that void…that part of your soul that you thought was lost…
Returns.
And little by little, you become whole again.
But I also remember how that emptiness feels and will do anything to never feel it again.
Saying how I feel aloud makes it real.
It makes it into something that can be taken away.
I slowly lift off of her and pull her to my side. Throwing the covers over us, I spoon her from behind, where I feel safer.
“Cayden,” she whispers, and my grip tightens around her waist.
I know what she’s feeling…
I know what she needs to hear, but the words die on my tongue.
Breathing in her scent, I bury my nose in her hair and give her what I can for now.
“I feel it, Luna,” I whisper. “I just…I need more time.”
“Then take it,” she says softly. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
My heart squeezes painfully in my chest as her hand finds mine, and our fingers intertwine.
I wish I were stronger.
I wish I weren’t afraid to love again.
But the cold, hard truth is…
I can’t outrun it anymore.
I’m in love with Luna Bennett.
I guess the question now is…
What the fuck am I going to do about it?