Memphis
“What do you mean, Shortcake?” I gaze into her watery blue eyes and gently run my thumb over her hip. She watches me before biting her bottom lip.
I don’t know who moves first, but the next moment our lips are pressing together, and I’m lifting her closer on my lap. She moans into my mouth and her hips grind on their own. Fuck what am I doing? We can’t be doing this.
I keep repeating it in my head, but my body seems to have a mind of its own.
I pull the robe tie loose and peel it from her shoulders, groaning when she pulls her mouth from mine and grabs my hands, placing them on her breasts.
She moans before I even put pressure on her. God, they have gotten bigger.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this, Shortcake,” I growl before placing my lips around her hard nipple, through the thin tank-top she’s been teasing me with. She grips my head and pushes me deeper into her chest.
“I know, but I don’t care anymore,” she groans. “You’ve been teasing me for years and I’m over it. I’m going to tell you here and now. I love you. You’re my best friend. You're not my brother. So, please for the love of all that’s holy, stop fighting this and just be mine.”
I move back to her lips and kiss her harder, devouring all her moans and whimpers as she soaks my jeans with how wet she is.
I pull back and look her in the eye one last time.
“I have always been yours, Cara, but I know that you can’t promise to only be mine and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I saw you with your guys. I don’t know what went down, but I know it’s not over with. There is no way they’re giving you up.”
A tear falls down her cheek, and I wipe it away, before pressing my lips to hers again. This time slower. Her grinding picks up and my hands fall to her hips, squeezing them, stopping her.
I need a moment to think. I kiss down to her neck and chest, leaving soft bites on the way.
She tosses her head back and moans. My dick is hurting from how bad it wants to play.
“I know that I'll have to deal with some things. I have baggage, Memphis, and I know they’re going to come back at some point but… is it really that bad? I see how you look at Layton. Imagine watching me with other guys, doing the things you want to do. Do you think you can handle missing out on us?”
She reaches down and lifts her tank-top, before pulling it off and over her head. Her bare breasts are in my face, and I know I’m too weak to ever tell my shortcake no. She’s right, I wouldn’t be able to stand by and watch her with the others without being a part of it.
“Fuck, you don’t play fair,” I groan into her chest, then look back into her lust filled eyes.
She’s biting her bottom lip with worry. I lift my thumb and release it.
“If I do this. If I give in and make you mine, Cara, I’m not ever going to give you up and I may not like it…
but I will do anything to have you in my life.
And I will be damned if you take someone else's last name!”
I growl and she kisses me so hard, so fast it almost hurts. I flip us around until she is on her back under me and I rip her tiny ass shorts off. She grips my T-shirt and I let her tug it up and off.
She runs her nails over my chest and I groan. I pull my shorts down and kick them off leaving me bare. I pull back a minute and squeeze my dick as I take in the sight beneath me. Blonde hair a mess, blue eyes filled with heat, face all flushed, breasts moving with every pant from her swollen lips.
“God, you are more beautiful than I imagined.” She bites her bottom lip as her eyes trail me.
They land on my dick and widen. She clears her throat then looks up into my eyes.
“Ever since I saw that video, I haven’t been able to get your piercing out of my head.
Does it hurt?” She asks shyly and I groan at how innocent she is, though I know it’s just a ruse.
“I’ve never had any complaints,” I say with a shrug and her face falls.
Fuck, I’m such an idiot. I bend down and kiss her softly, sighing when she gives in and pulls me closer to her warm skin.
“Do we need anything?” I ask her. “I have never been with anyone without a condom before.” Besides that one night in the limo and I was tested immediately. She shakes her head, and I think I may bust right here, before we have even started.
To feel my shortcake wrapped around me bare…
I can’t wait any longer. I lift her thigh and wrap it around my ass. She shifts until she’s comfortable and reaches down, guiding the tip of me inside her. We both moan simultaneously as she pants into my neck.
I take her hands and lay them above her head gently. She could move them if she wanted, but she doesn't. Her back arches and I slip in a few inches more. She’s so wet, so hot. So perfect.
I bite my lip and squeeze her wrist a bit tighter. I’m shaking as I fight not to completely dominate her. Cara is not just some rando that I picked up in a bar. She is my everything. I’ve never made love before, but for her I’ll try.
I pull out and let her go.
“What’s wrong?” She asks, looking adorable.
“Our first time isn’t going to be on a couch, Shortcake. I want you in my bed, where I can hold you after, and wake up with you in my arms in the morning.” I offer her my hand, and she takes it with a big smile.
She leans up and kisses me, and I pick her up, sliding into her as I walk us to the bedroom. I lay her down gently then shift my hips in a slow rhythm until she's panting and gasping my name.
“Please, Memphis.” She claws my back and I thrust harder. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” she yells and I laugh into her neck. Seems my shortcake doesn’t want slow love making. I get onto my knees and spread her thighs wider before really fucking into her.
I reach under her spine and arch her back, knowing when I hit her G-spot by the way that she screams my name. Reaching down, I pinch her clit and she squirts all over my cock. Oh fuck, that’s hot.
I pound into her a few more times before falling over the cliff and coming harder than I ever have. Her walls clench me, not wanting me to move. I collapse onto her chest, then shift, so I can spoon her from behind.
I slide back into her and she whimpers. I rock into her slowly until I go soft, and I hold her, kissing the back of her neck until she falls asleep. Then I climb from the bed and grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean us up.
I pull the blanket from the end of the bed over us, and Cara rolls over, cuddling my chest, sighing. I look down at my soulmate and sigh, too. She was right. I never should have fought this.
“I love you, Shortcake,” I mumble into her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. Then close my eyes and hope for the best sleep I have ever had, because in the morning, I’m not leaving this room until she’s so spent she can’t walk.
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