21. Tell Me To Stop
Tell Me To Stop
Cara
Buzzzzz…
I stare wide-eyed at the device in my hand and the strength of the vibrations. I cannot put that between my legs—you could use that thing to dig up a road.
‘Nope.’ I turn it off and drop it onto the bed.
Tonight is the night, I decided. Tonight, I am going to go for it after weeks of procrastination. I’ve watched enough porn to have an idea of what I’m doing, and the noise from the other cabins has me awake anyway, so what the hell. I might as well do something with my time. Not to mention that I’ve been turned on since I saw the way Doug was staring at my legs earlier.
I was leaning over the counter in my new kitchen, and I had my first fantasy. I actually imagined him coming up behind me and reaching under my dress and… oh god.
Yes, tonight is definitely the night.
I lay back on my pillows and close my eyes, trying to take myself back to those thoughts I had earlier, trying to let the fantasy run on longer and see where it goes.
‘Okay.’ I breathe as fantasy Doug runs his fingers up the back of my thighs. ‘I can do this.’
A loud crash outside, followed by raucous laughter, has me snapping my eyes open and punching the bed in frustration.
‘That’s it.’ I hiss and push myself up from the bed.
Without considering my appearance, I stomp to the door and almost yank it off the hinges as I storm outside, then freeze because staring at me, wide-eyed and furious, is the man I just left behind in my dreams.
‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he snaps, walking toward me.
‘I can’t stand this anymore.’ I gesture to the other cabins before turning in that direction.
‘You can’t go over there like that.’ His eyes are wild as he drags his gaze down my body and tears it away.
‘Why not?’ I ask, stubbornly glaring up at him.
‘Because,’ his nostrils flare, ‘you just can’t.’
‘Jesus Christ, Doug. Grow up.’
I start to walk over to the cabins when his strong grip on my wrist stops me . Oh , I like that. He glares at me, his jaw tight as I stare back and try my best to calm the storm rising in me.
‘You’re not going over there.’
‘Yes, I am.’ My voice is weak, a whisper as I try to pull my arm free, but he just uses his hold to pull me toward him. Oh god.
‘Cara, get back in your room.’ He growls at me. Oh, he’s mad. ‘You’re not going over there dressed like that.’
‘You're not my dad.’ Why am I pushing him?
‘I don't want them seeing you like this.’
‘Why not?’
‘Jesus, woman.’ He raises his voice, then pulls me closer and lowers it again. ‘You can’t go over there looking like a fuckin’ wet dream.’
He looks down my body, and I follow his gaze, feeling like I can’t remember how to breathe. I’m wearing nothing but an oversized Chili Peppers tour t-shirt. I mean, I have knickers on, but to the untrained eye, it looks as though the t-shirt is it. I don’t even have shoes on.
‘I don't want anybody but me to see you like this.’
The gravel in his admission makes me shiver, and I raise my gaze back up to his. He looks so angry, but there’s something else, a fire in his eyes that burns so hot.
‘Fuck this.’
Doug’s mouth crushes mine, and he releases my wrist to pick me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and stomping toward my cabin.
I can hardly breathe as he kicks the door closed behind us and sits me on the desk. His tongue rolls against mine in the same way that made me moan the last time he kissed me, and yes—same result tonight.
His rough hands glide up my thighs and push them apart before he yanks me forward on the desk and presses against me.
‘ God ,’ I whimper, my voice laced with a desperation I’ve never known.
Doug kisses along my jaw, and I drop my head back. My whole body trembles as he moves his lips to my neck, and his hand pushes up under my shirt to my side, his fingers stroking my ribs.
‘Tell me to stop,’ he whispers as he brings his mouth back to mine. His voice is strained, as though the words actually hurt him.
‘What?’ I gasp as he reaches up to massage my breast through the cotton of the shirt.
‘The only way I’m stopping is if you tell me to.’ He kisses me again, harder now, gripping the back of my neck, then my hair, before tightening his fist and pulling my head back.
My mouth falls open as his hovers over it. His eyes are dark and clouded with lust as he waits.
‘Don’t stop.’
‘ Fuck .’ He growls up to the ceiling before slamming his mouth to mine once more.
Doug’s hand lowers from my ribs, and I gasp as his fingers glide over the cotton between my legs. He circles his fingers, massaging me, and I breathe hard at the sensations.
‘Your panties are soaked.’ He grips the waistband of my knickers with one hand and lifts me with the other, just enough to yank them down and pull them off. Then he’s back, kissing me as the rough denim of his jeans and the hard length beneath them presses against my bare skin.
Doug leans back, gazing down at me as his hands push up the inside of my thighs, and his thumbs find the wet, throbbing flesh that aches for his touch. I breathe hard, the sound filling the quiet space as he groans.
‘So wet.’ He parts me with his fingers and explores, spreading the moisture I am very aware of. ‘Do you want to come for me, Cara?’
‘Yes.’
A slight smirk turns up the corners of his mouth, and he slides one finger inside me.
‘Oh, god ,’ I drop my head back as he moves his finger slowly in and out with ease. My breaths come in pants.
‘Does that feel good?’ I nod, ‘Words, Cara.’
‘Yes, so good.’
He rewards my compliance with a kiss, and I feel my body clench around the finger inside me. I want, no, I need more.
My hips rock, and he chuckles, the sound rich and delicious as it vibrates through my body.
He pulls his finger out, and I open my mouth to protest, but he starts to circle his fingers higher, to where I know my… ‘ Oh, my god .’
My head falls back as pleasure floods my body, and he laughs again. It’s so low and delicious.
Doug leans in close to my ear, his breath on my skin and his fingers working my body, causing me to shiver.
‘You like me playing with your clit, huh, baby?’ God, is his voice always that deep? Holy fuck.
‘Yes, yes .’
His fingers press just a little bit harder, move just a little bit faster, and I instinctively try to press my thighs together.
‘No, baby.’ He presses forward, his hips pushing against my thighs, his fingers applying a little more pressure. ‘Legs open, Cara.’
Why does him telling me what to do, feel so good? I don’t understand it, but every word from his mouth makes my body tighten.
His free hand moves back to my breast, alternating between massaging and running his thumb over my hard nipple, and I moan loudly.
‘That’s it . God, you smell so good. Let me hear you.’
‘I . Oh my , Doug, I…’
Strings of disconnected words and unintelligible sounds fall from my mouth as the pleasure builds, tightening my body.
‘Come for me, Cara.’
And as if he has command of my body, ecstasy rips through me. I rock and gasp and moan, my head falls back, my eyes squeeze shut, and my elbows weaken to the point of collapse. I’m aware of Doug’s hand on my back holding me up as the fingers sending me to heaven slow down and then fall away.
My breath slows, and I feel Doug release me and step away. A brief moment of self-consciousness tells me to close my legs, but I can’t. I can’t think of anything but how that was the most incredible moment of my life.
I open my eyes, and the elation evaporates in an instant. He’s gone.