Chapter 24Evan
Chapter Twenty-Four
EVAN
M y hands frantically find their way to the hem of his shirt and yank hard. I’m desperate to get it off. Desperate to feel his skin flush against mine. Desperate for the connection.
He gives me this, yanking his shirt off in one swoop like all the guys do in the movies. I barely even register the move because all I can think about is having my turn to explore. I trail my fingers over every scar, tattoo, and mark that makes up Cain. I want to commit every inch of him to memory and savor what his weight feels like on me, how his skin feels against mine.
I scratch my nails lightly down his chest, making a shiver run through him. I feel empowered because I did that. I have that effect on him. I start to pull his belt through the loops when he stops me, making me look up at him in question.
Did I misread where this was going?
“I get to play first, little hellcat.” He devilishly smirks at me before undoing the button on my jeans and roughly pulling them down my legs until I can kick them off the rest of the way with my feet.
Cain sharply inhales as he notices the tiny little black scrap of lace I have on. “Jesus. Are those even panties? I can see your slit.”
“Yes,” I breathe, thrusting my hips up toward him, begging for any kind of contact to help ease the ache. “I only wear thongs.”
His eyes flare, and he lets out a low growl from deep in his chest—a sound I’ll never get tired of hearing. In one quick motion, Cain snaps the thin material and rips it off me.
“Hey! It might not cover much, but those are still expensive,” I whine. I need more than deep growls and ripped panties.
“I’ll buy you more,” he replies before his face dives toward my core, inhaling deep. “I knew you’d smell sweet.” He rubs his nose along my slit, slowly driving me insane as he inhales one more time. “Yeah. You smell like mine.”
My hands quickly find their way into his hair, roughly pulling and yanking every which way as his tongue finally runs along my slit.
“Yes,” I hiss as his tongue explores, circling my entrance before sliding back up. My hips have a mind of their own as they start thrusting up, needing more of everything. His firm grip on my hip pushes it back into the mattress, holding me down.
Damn, if that doesn’t make me feel owned.
I gasp as he roughly sucks my clit into his mouth while two thick fingers shove deep inside without warning, not waiting for me to adjust before quickly thrusting in and out. The ache is slightly relieved, but it isn’t enough.
I need more.
He knows I need more.
“Cain,” I whine, trying to thrust out of the hold he has on my hips, chasing that small build I can feel starting. He lets out a low chuckle before I feel empty at the quick loss of his mouth and fingers. I hear his belt hit the hardwood floor, making my eyes fly open, shooting straight to his hands that are drawing his zipper down.
I can’t help but lick my lips as he slowly pulls his jeans down, seeing he’s gone commando, and damn, that’s so hot.
“You want this dick?” Cain growls while gripping the thick base and slowly giving himself a pump.
My eye catches a silver glint with the motion, zeroing in on the base of his cock. Holy shit. Is that…? “Are you pierced?” The words are just above a whisper because this man is my fantasy come to life. How did I not notice that before? I guess, in my defense, I was a little shocked and overwhelmed when everything was happening.
“Yeah, little hellcat. I can tell by that drenched pussy that you’re into it. Now be a good girl and spread those sweet thighs for Daddy. I want to look at what I’m about to claim.”
My breathing increases as a sound I’ve never heard before slips out of me at him saying he wants to claim me. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second as I spread my legs. I know I’m glistening.
“Fuuuuck.” Cain pumps his cock faster. “You’re drenched for me, babe. You think you deserve this?” He tugs at the head, making it weep.
“Yes,” I say, licking my lips. All I want is his cock.“Gimme. It’s mine.”
“You claiming it?” he rumbles
“If you get over here and fill me, yeah, Daddy. I’m claiming it.”
Cain growls while climbing on the bed. I hear the tearing of a wrapper before he’s back over me on the bed. I watch as he guides himself to my heat, the tip of him rubbing up and down my slit, coating his cock in my juices before he finally presses the head against my entrance. “Eyes,” he demands. “I want your fucking eyes on me when I enter my pussy for the first time.”
My eyes shoot up to his. His heated green ones feel like they see every little part of me. This type of feeling is something I’ve only read about in books. Never in my life did I think I would experience it. He inches forward, the head of him being sucked in, making me gasp as he groans at the same time.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”
The sensation makes his control slip as he slams forward to the hilt. I feel a slight sting from how long it’s been since I’ve last been with someone. How can one motion hurt but feel so good at the same time?
“You okay?” Cain asks, his voice tight as if it’s taking every ounce of control he has to not let loose and pound into me.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “It’s just been a minute, and you’re huge.”
“You can take it,” he rumbles as he pulls out slightly and pushes back in. “Feel how good you’re taking me.” I try to thrust my hips up, needing more of everything, but he has me pinned down by his body.
He slowly pulls out, inch by fucking inch, until only the head is the only thing being gripped by my pussy before he slams back in. The pace he’s set is just enough to drive me to the edge but not quite enough to push me over.
“Cain,” I whine on a gasp, feeling so full but so empty.
“What do you need, little hellcat?” he asks as he thrusts in, picking up the pace. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
“You.” I gasp. “I need you.”
His control snaps as he starts hammering in and out. The stud at the base of his cock brushes against my clit every time, sending little tingles down my spine. I can feel it starting to build as he picks up the pace. His eyes are glued to my tits that are bouncing violently from the thrusts.
“Oh my god!” I cry as he places a hand on the inside of my knees, spreading them wide open and sliding me up on his muscular thighs, allowing him to adjust the angle, hitting that spot that you pray every guy can find. The one that instantly makes your eyes roll back into your head, and your toes tingle.
“It’s not God fucking you,” he growls before roughly sucking my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bar through it before quickly tugging it and releasing it with a pop. “It better be my name on your lips when you cry out.” Thrust . “My name on your lips when you scream.” Thrust . “And my name on your lips when you come on my cock.” Thrust .
Holy fuck. It’s right there. I clench down hard on him, about to explode.
“Let go,” he growls as the last bit of his control slips as he slams in and out of me. “Come on Daddy’s cock, little hellcat”
On command, I explode around him, his name on my lips, head thrown back, vision going black, my walls spasming around him so hard he has to force his dick back in as the force of my orgasm tries to push him out.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” Cain chants as his orgasm slams into him, thrusting his dick all the way in as he fills the condom, collapsing on top of me as we both try to even out our breathing as we come down. His weight feels like the warmest blanket, making me wish we could stay in this position forever.
“Let me up, babe,” he says as he lightly pats my ass. “Need to deal with this condom.”
I let out a little mewl as he slips out, the loss of him making me feel empty. I already know I’m going to be feeling him tomorrow.
“I know, baby,” he says as he runs a hand through my hair before lightly placing a kiss on my lips. I never thought I would ever be able to describe Cain’s eyes as soft, but right now, he looks so relaxed and unguarded. Another wall around my heart shatters, knowing I put that look there. He’s slowly wedging his way in, and that scares the shit out of me. It’s unexplored territory.
I watch him saunter to the bathroom until he disappears, hearing the water turn on. A moment later, he’s standing at the door, leaning against the door frame. “Damn, I love the look on your face right now. And if I was fifteen years younger, knowing I put it there would make me hard as a rock again, but I need a minute.”
A laugh bursts out of me because that was the last thing I expected him to say. That’s one thing I’m growing to love about him. He’s the most unexpected thing that seems to be making me the happiest right now. “It’s been a minute for me. I’m going to be feeling you tomorrow.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks as he pushes off the door frame, walking around to the side of the bed closest to the door and climbing in under the duvet. He takes a second to settle himself with one arm under the pillows supporting his head before he uses the other to drag me to him. “Get under.” I slide my butt up on the bed so I can pull the duvet back and climb under and cuddle in against Cain. I never pegged him for a cuddler. When was the last time I was even held like this?
“Stop.”
“What?”
“I can hear your wheels turning. What set you off now?” he asks, lightly running his fingertips along the Medusa tattoo on my upper arm.
“I just wasn’t expecting you to be a cuddler.”
“I’m not.”
I lift my head back to look at him. “Um… then what are we doing?”
“Shit’s different with you, Evan. You can either keep freaking out and playing stuff up in your head, or you can be okay with the fact that you’re the first woman that gets this from me.”
What? Did I just hear him right?
I must have died and gone to heaven because, oh my god. Another chip just fell, making the wall around my heart a lot less stable, and that’s scary as fuck. That giddy feeling you get when you’re in the honeymoon phase of your relationship is settling in the pit of my stomach as I really process what he just said, relaxing into him more. Feeling me relax more into him must have given him the assurance he was looking for because he continued on, “So, how long has it been?”
“How long has what been?” I ask as I trace circles on the skull covering his hand.
“Since you’ve been with a man, hellcat.” Oh. Of course he picked up on that little bit of information. I purse my lips together because I don’t want to say it. It’s honestly kind of embarrassing—embarrassing as in I’m surprised he didn’t find any cobwebs down there.
“Babe.”
I remain silent, hoping he picks up on the vibe that I’m pleading the fifth.
“Evangeline.” He shakes my shoulder lightly. Ugh. He just had to use my full first name.
Sighing, I give in. “It’s been a few years.” I bury my face in the crook of his neck to hide my embarrassment. I mean, who just wants to openly admit that? Especially to a guy that they’re into. Hi, I’m basically a born-again virgin.
A low rumble vibrates against my cheek, making me look up and see Cain’s eyes flare. “I never thought I would find something like that attractive, but it’s fucking hot.” I throw him an eye roll. “I’m serious. I like that I’m the first man that’s touched you in a long time. The first man to get you to light up like that. It’s making my dick hard just thinking about it. I never considered myself to be possessive, but I’d kill any fucker that even looked you the wrong way, Evan.”
Cain settles down lower on the bed, curling his body around me before patting the mattress and calling for Hades to hop up. “Now, let’s go to sleep. I have to get up for church in the morning.”
I went to sleep that night feeling like the safest girl in the world.