Page 34 of Beg for You

“Is it working?” he said between kisses.

I nodded.

Things started heating up, the kiss getting deeper, but Cal kept it slow, kept complete control. I, on the other hand, was not as restrained. I shifted so I was straddling him and slid my arms around his neck. He was hard, and the contact against the hot aching flesh between my thighs felt exquisite, even through two layers of denim. My hips had a mind of their own and started a desperate grind.

Cal tugged my head back gently.

“You wanna come, Cassandra?”

I moaned. “Yes.” My movements got more frantic.

His hands went to my hips and he stopped me. “I’ll make you come, Princess. I’ll make you come so many times you can’t fucking think straight.”

“I want that. Please, I need you to do that,” I said, trying to pull free of his hold so I could keep rubbing against him. I ground down on one of his monster thighs.

He cursed and tugged me back against him so the hard length of his cock was right there. I moaned again because I could feel my orgasm building. I started to shake, clinging tighter to his shoulders.

“Fuck. You gonna come?” Cal said, voice gritty. “Baby, I haven’t even…touched you yet.”

Should I be embarrassed about that? I wasn’t, not in the slightest.

It washed through me suddenly and I shoved my face against his neck, mouth open against his throat, and groaned loud, shuddering, quivering against him.

I’d barely pulled myself together when my shirt was dragged down my arms and flung across the room.

“Okay? Need to be careful of your new ink.”

I wanted more. I needed Cal. “It’s all right. I’m fine. Please, I need you—”

He nipped the side of my neck, shutting me up. “You’ll get me.”

I was on the verge of begging him to touch me again.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you?” he said, and pressed his lips to my neck, right over the spot he’d bitten.

I shivered. “Yes.”

He kissed along my throat, up to my ear, sucking my earlobe. “Stand for a second.”

I did as he asked, and he pulled me back in so I was standing between his splayed thighs. He looked up at me, taking in my bare breasts as he tugged at the front of my jeans. Turning me, so my back was to him, he sat me on one of his solid thighs and pressed his lips to my scarred shoulder just above the fresh ink he’d given me. “Gorgeous,” he rasped, kissing me there again. “All of you.”

I started shaking, trembling from the feel of his lips on that part of me, a part I’d seen as ugly, had been ashamed of for so long. Need throbbed through me even as tears threatened to spill all over again.

Wrapping his big hands around my waist, he stood me up again, turned me so I was facing him once more, and dragged my jeans down my thighs. His eyes were locked on mine, silently asking if what he was doing was okay.

It was more than okay.

I wanted him inside me so bad I ached. My panties came off next and he sucked in a rough breath, cursing.

His couch was worn brown leather and had deep cushions. Cal reached back, tugged a blanket from the back of the couch, spread it out, and patted it. “Lie down.”

I did as he asked, so hot and slick and ready for whatever he was going to do that a whimper escaped.

As soon as I was stretched out, Cal did the same, sandwiching my body between him and the back of the couch. He leaned in and took one of my straining nipples between his teeth and sucked hard enough that my back bowed off the cushions and I cried out.

His eyes lifted to mine. “So fucking beautiful, Princess.” He sucked me into his mouth again, gentler this time. “Spread,” he muttered. “One leg over mine.”

I didn’t hesitate doing that either. I was lying there completely naked with a man I barely knew but somehow trusted completely. My pleasure, my body, was in his large capable hands.