Page 34 of The Hookup

This language coming from any other guy I had dated would have offended me or made me uncomfortable, but with Cain it was hot. Sexy. “Okay,” I said, even though he wasn’t exactly asking my permission.

He was unbuttoning my jeans. Then he tugged them down, hard. They got stuck on my hips. “Lift your ass,” he told me fiercely.

I obeyed him. A shiver ran through me as the air hit my bare skin. He took down my panties with my jeans in a swift, feral gesture. I stared at him, excited by his expression. Like he wanted to fuck me so hard but he was resisting the urge. For me. His cock was hard, tapping my thigh as he divested me of my clothes. Cain actually threw my pants, turned inside out, over his shoulder. His silver necklace hit my skin first when he bent over. It was cool and teased against my soft curls before sliding down as he moved into position between my legs.

Letting my head drop back I waited in anticipation for Cain to touch me. I thought he would go right for his tongue on me, but he startled me by massaging my labia with both thumbs, running up and down. Then he teased me apart and I felt a puff of warm air as he blew on me. I jerked a little, giving a nervous squawk. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just playing, Soph. I want to see what you like, see what I can do to you.”

I did too. I just wasn’t sure I could handle it. Just what he was doing, stroking me, was driving me crazy. I didn’t have a response to his statement. I just knew that for whatever reason, Cain knew how to touch me. He teased and stroked, dipping a finger inside me until I wanted to scream. It wasn’t relaxing. It was frustrating, but in an oddly delicious sort of way.

By the time he flicked his tongue over my clit, I was moaning without shame and running my fingers through his hair. Such a bizarre thing, what we were doing. Two total strangers, rubbing bodies together. It was an invasion of the most intimate nature and yet it felt so natural. So right. He ran his tongue up and down, and I felt the tension in me building. How could something feel so amazing? It was so strange to me to be completely devoid of all my usual thoughts, fixations, questions. My mind was a hazy, warm appreciation of his attention, but nothing more.

He took me close to the edge but right when I could have been a stroke or two from orgasm he lifted his head.

“Don’t stop.” I tried to push his head back down but he just shook his head and grinned.

“Now it’s my turn again.”

That confused me. “What’s the point in that?” Why couldn’t we just finish each other the way we had started?

Cain gave a soft laugh as he shifted up the length of my body. “Where’s the fun in that? This is called foreplay. The goal is not to be done as fast as possible. It’s to get each other so hot we can’t stop it anymore.”

“I’m very goal-oriented,” I said. Because I wanted him to understand. But I also wanted to understand. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” My body felt heavy and overstimulated. His weight on me was foreign and invasive, yet welcome. I felt very feminine and maybe even a little sexy. Which was new to me. I never felt seductive.

“Yes, you do. Look at how good you were at sucking my cock.”

Speaking of, it was suddenly right in my face.

“Suck it again, Sophie.”

“At this angle?” I was still on my back. But I was intrigued. If this was what he wanted, I was willing to try it. “I didn’t do this with the bananas.”

He paused and gave a low moan. “Shit, don’t give me a visual like that. You naked, on a couch, taking a banana in your mouth, your finger in your hot, wet pussy.”

Then his cock was pressing into my mouth and I took it. Just as well because I had no response to his fantasy of me.

There was no way to use my hands in this position so I just opened my jaw and let him stroke in and out of me. This was…interesting. I shouldn’t like it at all but there was something just so raw and dirty about it that it drew an ache from my core. I gripped his thighs, needing something to hold on to. Everything felt hot and urgent, my space not my own. For a girl who spent the majority of her time with math scholars who were mostly introverts, this was a lot of man.

He pulled back without warning, leaving me gasping for a deep breath, my bottom lip moist with saliva. He retreated back down between my thighs and I gasped when he flicked hard over me, his touch hard, his pace faster. I came almost instantly. I had no control over it. It just swept over me before I could react. I couldn’t cry out or moan. I had no air, no voice. Just flying. My body splintering into a million pieces, my mind frozen under an avalanche of ecstasy.

Cain followed through until I stopped shuddering, then raised his head to watch me, his eyes dark and satisfied. “Breathe, Sophie,” he commanded.

He was right. Breathe. I needed to. I let out a huge rush of air, feeling dizzy. Cain stood up and reached out a hand to me. “Sit up.”

I did, but mostly because he pulled me. My hands were trembling and I wiped my bottom lip as the room seemed to tilt a little.

“Finish me,” he said, voice low and urgent. “Like you wanted to.”

I nodded. I did want to. Now I felt almost crazed, totally not myself. I didn’t feel awkward, just aggressive. Like the wolf had given some of his wildness to Red Riding Hood. So I reached for him, lessons in the back of my mind. But mostly I went on instinct, listening to his breathing, registering the feel of his hands squeezing harder when I did something he liked.

The change was subtle, but I sensed it. His balls got tighter, his cock harder. Then he swore and there was a rush of warmth saltiness in my mouth. It was so shocking I just stayed the way I was, and a split second later he was gone, leaving me sitting there watching his retreat, unsure of what I was supposed to do.

I must have looked panicked because he held his hand out under my mouth and said, “It’s okay, baby, just let it go.”

Relieved that I didn’t have to swallow it, I did, feeling a little guilty. It was sticky and I wiped my lip as he pulled his hand away with his business contained. It didn’t look as much in volume as it had felt in my mouth and I said, “I’m sorry.”

“What? No. Don’t be sorry.” With his other hand he tucked my hair behind my ear. “That was amazing. I didn’t expect you to swallow. One step at a time. Do that when you’re ready.”

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