14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Cora
No idea why I feel so brave when, deep down, I think I should be mad. Kaison stood me up. He left me waiting. I was so disappointed. But something about seeing him outside my door, bloody and bruised and looking like a lost puppy, I couldn’t find it in me to be mad at him. Looking at him, I knew he was sorry. I knew he didn’t do it on purpose. And honestly, I think he meant it when he said he won’t do it again. Realistically, I’m sure it’ll happen again. That’s life. But I bet he’ll try his hardest to never do it again, and that’s what I appreciate. It’s the effort. As long as this doesn’t happen every day, and he tries to do his best to tell me, then that’s good enough for me.
I got ready for him tonight. I dressed up, did my makeup and everything, wanting to look good for him. Really wanting to sleep with him, if I’m being honest, because it’s been a long time and I’m ready to break my dry spell. More than that, I just want to have sex with him. I’ll admit that .
When I reach the dining table and he steps out from the bathroom, I turn around and hurry to my room. His heavy footsteps follow, and I swear I hear a growl rumbling in his chest.
Dad’s room is across and down the hall, so hopefully whatever goes on in my room won’t wake him up. Hopefully he doesn’t wake up at all because the last thing I want is to be interrupted during this.
Kaison steps into my room and closes the door behind him, basking us in darkness. I flick on the lamp on my bedside table and meet his gaze. He’s standing by the door, looking bigger than it. I can’t remember the last time I had a boy in my room. Not that Kaison is a boy because he is very much a man, but outside of my father? God, I must’ve been sixteen. Sneaking Jason Henry in here to make out after school while Dad was at work. How innocent I was…
Smiling softly, I walk to Kaison, putting my hands on his chest, loving how firm he is in all the right places. I feel the muscles in his stomach as I slide my hands down, but they aren’t washboard abs, and I love that. Love that cuddling with him won’t feel like lying on a rock. His breathing increases the lower my hands go, and his muscles tense. When I reach his waist, I go right for his belt to undo it.
“Oh no,” he says, gripping my wrist. “Not happening, sweetheart. Uh-uh.”
I look up at him, frowning, not understanding why he’s stopping me. I want to do this. I’ve been thinking about it all day .
“I fucked up tonight, and I’m going to show you how sorry I am for it.”
Those words have my stomach doing all kinds of flips.
With his hands on my hips, he walks me back until my legs hit the mattress. He drops to his knees in front of me, bunching my skirt up then pushing me to sit on the edge of the bed. With his elbow, he nudges my legs apart, bunching more of the fabric and holding it up. His gaze goes between my legs, and the look in his eyes has my insides coiling tight. How does he make me feel so much with just a look?
His eyes dart up to mine and he licks his lips, making a show of it, and I can’t hold in the whimper that leaves my lips. Because my god, that was so hot.
“Hold this,” he says, gesturing to the fabric of my dress. With shaking hands, I take it all, holding it in place. Hooking his arms around my legs, he tugs me closer to the edge of the bed.
Kaison is so big. Even on his knees and me sitting on the bed, his face is at my shoulders.
With a gentle hand, he slides one finger beneath the side of my panties and moves the fabric over. I moan, my head falling back at just the thought of what he’s about to do.
He leans down, getting so close I feel his hot breath on me, but he doesn’t touch me. He just stays there, breathing me in, and it’s a little weird but a lot sexy. I feel vulnerable about it, but if he likes it, who am I to stop him?
I feel myself pulsing, aching for him to touch me. I almost open my mouth to beg him, but my mouth is so dry I don’t think I’d be able to speak. When he moves forward, I release a breath, but he nips at my thigh instead of licking me where I want him to. It causes me to whimper again and then laugh because I remember what he said about how he got the name Shark. He goes to the other thigh, nipping again, and I can’t stop my hips from rocking forward and seeking him out. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat and maybe I should be embarrassed at how needy and desperate I am, but I’m not. Not with him.
“I should warn you,” I manage to say, swallowing hard.
Kaison looks up at me with a raised brow. More curious than worried.
“It’s been a long time,” I explain. “I don’t think it’ll take long.”
He smirks cockily. “Who says we have to stop at one?”
Oh, my—this man is going to be the death of me.
With his hands on my inner thighs, he spreads me wide, leans in, and swipes his tongue from bottom to top. My body shakes, my toes curl, and my fingers burn with how tight they’re holding onto my dress. He does it again and an indecent moan tumbles from my lips. A third swipe of his tongue and I feel dizzy. With a low growl, he buries his face deeper, suckling on my clit and I can hardly breathe at how good it feels. The sensations buzzing through me are making me crazy, and I’m too quickly brought to the edge.
“Kais-Kaison, I-I’m… oh, god. Oh, my god!” My hips rock against his mouth as he drags his tongue over me—his big, wet, ho t tongue that feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. “I’m c-coming!” I drop my dress to go for his hair instead. I hold onto him and shamelessly ride his face through the orgasm that came way too quickly but has me seeing stars.
He sits back, smiling at me, his mustache and beard glistening with my come. It’s sexy as hell.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, you know that?” he asks in a raspy voice.
I hum a sound of approval, because if he thinks he’s getting words out of me right now, he’s crazy.
Kaison gets to his feet and starts getting undressed. His vest comes off first, though I’m pretty sure they have a name for it that I can’t begin to think of right now because I feel drunk. When his shirt comes off, and he drops it to the floor, standing there and reaching for his belt, I nearly faint. If I thought he looked good with his clothes on, having them off is a whole new story. There are tattoos everywhere. I don’t even care what they are, they look good as hell on him. I swear I see the glint of silvery skin too, like old scars, which wouldn’t be surprising. But it’s his size that really gets me. The man is like a damn bear.
“This can’t be real,” I mutter, shaking my head. “You aren’t real.”
He gives me another cocky grin.
“Very real. I just made you come, remember?”
“Don’t think I’ll ever forget it,” I murmur.
“Take that off,” he says, gesturing to my clothes as he undoes the fly on his jeans. I get to my feet and tug my dress over my head to toss it away. He sits on the edge of the bed to unlace his boots, then kicks them off. When he sits up, about to stand up, I straddle him, and he doesn’t go anywhere. I grip his face, kissing him hard, tasting me on his lips. His hands find my waist, holding me tightly. Then they slide to my ass, pulling me into him, and I feel his dick pulse between my legs as I grind against him. He’s huge! Which shouldn’t be surprising because all of him is huge; why would his dick be any different?
His hands go up my back and he undoes my bra, dropping it to the floor as his mouth makes its way down my chest. He latches onto my nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. My head falls back again and I moan, rocking against him, needing him inside me.
Kaison flips us so I’m lying on the bed with him over me. He chuckles when he tries to stand but I tighten my legs around his waist so he can’t. Running his hands up my thighs, he kisses my neck, then across my collarbone and down between my breasts.
“Is this too much?” he asks.
“Not enough,” I say, running my hands up his sides. He’s so warm, so strong, and my god, I love everything about it.
“Then let me get my pants off,” he says smartly.
Hesitantly, I loosen my legs. He stands up straight and gets his pants off, and when he’s standing there in just his boxer briefs, I truly think I’ve died and gone to heaven. There are tattoos on his thighs and calves too. I think he has ink everywhere you can see. They don’t cover every inch of his skin, but there are a lot. I’ve never seen so many on one person before .
“Condoms?” he asks.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit!
I search my brain, knowing I used to have some somewhere. I’d bought them in preparation for a date I had and then was stood up on about three years ago.
Looking around my room frantically, I settle on the top drawer of my dresser that’s basically a junk drawer. I point to it.
“Think they’re in there.”
He gives me a curious look, then pulls the drawer open. It’s thinner than the other ones, so he doesn’t have to dig deep, but he moves a few things around, looking for them, and when he pulls out a box, I breathe a sigh of relief.
“It’s unopened,” he comments, sounding shocked.
“Yeah…” I say awkwardly, shifting on the bed.
He chuckles, tearing the box open and pulling the roll out. He tears one off before putting the rest on my end table and climbing on the bed. Crawling over me, his whole body covers mine. If he laid down on top of me, no one would know I was under here. That should be a scary thought because he could squish me, but I love it. His big size makes me feel small in the best way.
“I’ll go easy,” he says, trailing kisses across my chest as I tangle my fingers in his hair.
I want to tell him not to go easy, to be rough, to make me feel everything and make sure that I feel it tomorrow so I can remember how amazing tonight will be, but it has been a while and I don’t want to actually be hurt. Looking at his size, he may actually tear me open if he doesn’t go easy, and I want to do this again as soon as possible.
He sits back on his knees and tugs his briefs down, freeing his dick that is much bigger than I thought it was from just feeling it. It’s thick and hard, leaking at the tip. He gets out of his briefs, tossing them away before bringing his hand to his dick and stroking it a few times. With his other hand, he reaches for me, brushing his fingers down my slit, over my panties. It tickles a little but causes me to lift my hips into his hand, wanting more. He grips the waistband, and I lift my butt so he can get them off, and those too get tossed away.
“Just wanna feel you a little,” he rasps out as he leans forward, guiding his dick along my pussy, using the head to circle my clit.
This is… new. I’ve never had this done before, and wow, it’s a wonderful feeling.
I raise my hips to meet him, and if he tried to slide inside me right now, I wouldn’t tell him to stop. This all feels way too good.
Rocking his hips gently against me, the crown of his cock rubs my clit, already making me feel like I’m going to come again. I moan, digging my fingers into his arms.
“Kaison…”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.”
Kissing my forehead again, he sucks in a shaky breath and stops moving. He sits back on his knees again and hurriedly gets the condom on. Then he’s back over me, pressing against my hole. He urges forward, met with a slight resistance, which has him stopping.
“What—don’t stop,” I complain, but he just smiles down at me and slips his hand between us and slides a finger inside me. I nearly jump off the bed, it feels so damn good. With quick, firm thrusts, he loosens me up with one finger and then adds a second one. I take him in greedily, loving the way he feels. He goes so deep, hitting all the perfect spots inside me.
“Should’ve done this sooner, but I wasn’t thinking,” he says against my lips before kissing me again. I kiss him back as best I can, but my brain isn’t working right. I’m lost to pleasure, drunk on this feeling, and can’t focus on anything else. “There you go. Now you’re ready for me.”
He says it like I did a good job, like he’s proud—it’s hot. I like it, and I want more of it. No one is ever proud of me for what I do. No one thanks me or tells me I’m doing a good job—not at home, not at work.
I whimper as he replaces his fingers with his dick, sliding into me so damn slowly. He’s so much bigger than his fingers, and doesn’t push all the way in. He pauses, takes a breath, then pulls out and eases himself back in. It’s driving me insane!
“You okay?” he asks softly, kissing my forehead.
“Yes,” I answer, running my hands up his back. “Keep going.”
He works his way inside me, filling me up with as much as my body will take of him.
“You feel better than I thought you would. So fucking tight. ”
He moves his hips slowly but firmly, grinding against me. I feel every inch of him filling me up, and whatever rocking motion he’s doing has me feeling like I’m about to come, and that’s just crazy because who comes that fast through intercourse?
“Oh my god,” I whisper in disbelief, my body tensing up.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he says, keeping up the motion. “Yes, just like that. Squeeze me tighter. Fucking tighter.” His breathing gets heavier, nearly panting through his words to me.
“I’m coming again,” I whisper to him. “Oh my god, I’m coming.” The words come out of me in disbelief.
Kaison presses his forehead to mine, still working that same pace that has me skyrocketing over the edge. I feel it in my damn toes, every inch of my body tightening. The orgasm crashes over me and seconds later, Kaison is groaning too, his dick pulsing inside me. We’re panting heavily, skin hot and clammy.
He kisses my neck. “I am so not done with you,” he growls against my slick skin.
“Good thing we’re having a sleepover,” I comment, smiling up at the ceiling.
He chuckles, his breath fanning over my neck. “Sleepovers are my new favorite thing.”