Chapter 18Evan
Chapter Eighteen
EVAN
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I snap. “Nothing is going to happen, and if it does, I’m a big girl. I can handle it. I never asked for any of this. All I wanted was some fucking security cameras!” I shout at him as I start walking toward the house, leaving him behind with a glint in his eye.
As I head upstairs, I hear the back door beep, telling me it opened. Of course he wouldn’t just leave me alone. Grabbing a towel out of the linen closet in the master bathroom, I turn the shower on as hot as it will go, letting the bathroom fill with steam before stripping out of my clothes and stepping in. It isn’t until the hot water is streaming down my front that I finally feel my shoulders slump, all of the tension that has been building up is now slowly releasing. You know that feeling when the water is so hot, but your skin doesn’t feel like it is, and you kind of zone out?
Yeah.
That’s where I’m at right now.
Which is probably why I didn’t hear my bathroom door opening and why I didn’t hear the sound of a cut, jeans, and a belt being discarded on the floor. And I sure as hell didn’t hear the curtain being pulled back. Or feel the cool air hit my numb skin. It wasn’t until I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me up against a hard, naked body.
Freezing in place, I ask, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Showering,” he simply replies while reaching around me for my loofah and body wash. “Just relax, hellcat. I’m not going to bite.” I can hear his stupid smirk. “Well, not unless you ask me to.” He loads the loofah up with soap before working it into a lather over my shoulders, slowly working his way down my back. I move my neck to the left, stretching it slightly because, as much as I hate to admit it, this feels so good.
“Damn, I love this ass,” he rumbles before grabbing a handful of one cheek with the unoccupied hand while the other massages the other half with the loofah. “Can’t leave something this gorgeous dirty now, can we?”
Now would be the time to tell him to stop. To tell him this can’t happen for the million reasons I’m currently blanking on. But I don’t. I never indulge in anything like this. I’m just going to enjoy this for what it is. The rush of it feels too good to be ignored, and it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. I know a man like Cain isn’t going to want any strings attached.
So what do I do?
I lean back into it, grinding against his growing erection, earning me that deep, sexy rumble I’m growing to love. The loofah trails back up my spine, lightly running over my shoulder. “Turn around, little hellcat,” Cain rumbles in my ear, his breath whispering across my skin. Turning around to face him, I take in a sharp breath. The heated, predatory look in his eyes has me backing up until I can feel the cool tile of the shower wall against my back. The growl that erupts from Cain’s chest has my lower belly tightening and my breasts feeling heavy and full.
“They’re pierced.” Cain’s nostrils flare as he growls. Before I can respond, Cain is claiming my mouth, loofah long forgotten. Gasping at the roughness, he takes advantage by sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before plundering his tongue inside, exploring and claiming it as his all in one.
A moan escapes me as I run my hands up his arms until I reach his strong, broad shoulders. Shoulders that feel like they could hold the weight of the world just so you’d never fall. When I reach his neck, I switch to only my fingertips, lightly trailing them down his chest, through the rough hair he doesn’t trim, down to his abs that I feel behind me. They definitely don’t disappoint. They are more of a thick dad-bod type, which I absolutely loved. The chest hair makes everything that much better. The coarse feel of it against my skin sends a shiver running through me.
Deciding to test my limits, my fingers continue their trek slightly lower until I’m wrapping my hand around his thick, hard cock. And holy shit, is it thick. His sharp inhale is the only encouragement I need to give him a long, hard stroke.
Sweet mother of fucking hell.
He has to be a solid 9 inches. My core tightens at the thought of him pounding every inch deep inside me. Going deeper than any man has before. A long, low growl erupts from Cain as he rips his mouth from mine, roughly kissing and sucking down my neck. Teasing at this point, kissing everywhere but where I need him. My nipples harden as my breasts start to feel so heavy and achy, begging for his touch. I’m not left waiting as Cain roughly grabs one with his hand.
“They don’t even fit in my hand.” Cain groans while pulling away from my neck, bouncing his hand slightly, feeling the weight of them.“Do these pretty nipples need to be sucked?” he asks as he pulls on the peaks, messing with the small silver bar that’s running through each nipple before kneading them again.
“Yes,” I breathe, writhing against him, needing his mouth on me.
“You think you’ve been a good girl? You think you deserve this?” he asks, his face inches from my breast. I can feel his heavy breathing on my nipple, making it that much more sensitive. This is my own personal form of torture.
“Cain,” I whine, borderline begging and squirming against his touch.
“Only because you begged so nicely.” My head slams back against the shower wall as he roughly licks and sucks. “We can’t have this one feeling left out, can we?” he says before diving on the other. My hands find their way to his head, gently tugging on his hair as I feel one of his hands leave my breast, traveling lower before it’s just above my slit.
“Yes,” I breathe out, thrusting my hips up, demanding. God, I’m so wet. So embarrassingly wet.
“You shave this pretty pussy, little hellcat?” he asks, voice rough.
“Yes, I was going to shave last night, but I felt weird with Levi in the house,” I barely get out. Why is he asking this now? I need him to get down to business, not ask stupid questions. A rumble of approval erupts from his chest before he slides his finger along my slit, feeling how wet I am. “That’s a good girl. This is my pussy, and I’ll kill any motherfucker that even thinks about it.” Another surge of wetness coats his finger, earning me a groan before he starts gathering as much of my juices as he can and rubbing it on my mound as if he’s lubing it up.
“What are you doing?” I exhale as my hips try to follow his fingers.
“I’m going to shave my pussy,” he says as he reaches over to grab my razor that’s hanging on the wall, and two fingers dive into my pussy to grab more cream, making me cry out at the intrusion. Finally.
“Fuck, little hellcat.” He groans, closing his eyes just for a moment before opening them and meeting mine. “I can’t wait to feel this tight cunt around my cock.” My walls tighten around his fingers at that. “You like that idea, baby? The thought of my thick, hard cock stuffing this tight cunt?”
“No.” I whine at the loss of his fingers as he pulls out, my hips following them on instinct, searching and wanting the release I’ve been chasing. “I mean yes. Yes!” I cry out.
“Shh. You’ll get it, little hellcat. But first, I need to take care of my pussy,” he says as he rubs the evidence of my arousal he scooped out of me with his fingers around, making sure every inch of my skin is coated. “Spread your legs for me,” he says as he lightly taps the inside of my thigh. A shudder runs through me in anticipation of what's to come. I spread my legs just before the hand unoccupied by the razor rubs circles around my entrance. My hips start rotating, trying to follow.
“Hold still,” he orders. I obey instantly, wanting whatever he’s willing to give me. I’m rewarded by him roughly shoving two fingers in, increasing the pace as he pumps them in and out before he takes the razor and lightly drags it up toward my stomach.
“Oh my god.” I gasp.
This has to be the most erotic and intense feeling I have ever felt. The combination of his thick fingers working me and the tingly glide of the razor has me clamping down, my body trying to keep Cain inside of me.
Another swipe, and I feel that familiar sensation start to build. My walls grow even tighter around his fingers. It’s so close I can taste it. If I had a clearer head, I would be embarrassed by how immense this orgasm is about to be. I just need a little more.
Cain rumbles as my legs start to shake. “You’re close but not quite there yet. Want to know how I know? Because this cunt is mine. And because it’s mine, my cunt doesn’t come until I tell it to.”
Just before his last swipe of the razor, his thumb finds my clit. “Come, little hellcat,” he demands. My walls clench his fingers so tight he can barely move them as I come crashing over the edge with his name on my lips.
“So soft and pretty. I love hearing my name on your lips when you come,” he mumbles against my lips, his fingers lightly pumping in and out as I come down. I let out a whine as he removes his fingers. “I know, little hellcat. I know.” He coos as he wipes my juices on my mound again. This time in a soothing way.
I reach for his dick as he pulls away. Before I can catch it, a hurt look takes over my face before he answers softly, “This was just for you, little hellcat. There will be plenty of other times when you can return the favor.” He places a light kiss on my lips and winks before stepping out of the shower, leaving me alone under the spray that is now lukewarm as all of the events of what just went down hit me at once.
Oh my god.
What the fuck just happened?
I basically just let some random guy who I think is a major fucking dick, hot, but a fucking dick, finger-fuck me against my shower wall and shave my pussy.
I’m not that girl.
I’ve had one one-night stand my entire life, and I hated myself afterward. I know some people love them, and hats off to you sister, but it’s just not for me. I need some sort of a connection before wham, bam, thank you ma’am. And what if Zeke finds out?
Oh my god. Zeke.
It’s okay. We didn’t go all of the way. I’ll just walk out of here and act like nothing happened.
“When you’re done freaking out, babe, I’d like to go get some food,” Cain calls from my bedroom, snapping me out of my panicked thoughts.
“I’m not freaking out,” I shout back, irritation clear in my voice before I reach down and turn off the now-cold water.
I sigh as I wrap the thick, fluffy bath towel around my body. I may not have ninety percent of my house done, but you bet your ass that I went all out on fancy bath towels. The fabric on your skin makes you feel like you’re staying at a five-star resort.
Looking at my flushed cheeks in the mirror, I can’t help but think, what in the hell did I just get myself into?