Page 37 of Catching Mr. Right

“Could I get a word in edgewise? Can you ever stop talking?” He’s looking at me like he wants something. So serious and dark.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” His hooded gaze roves my shoulders, my breasts. My nipples pebble under it, and I gasp as arousal floods me. This is why he has to be the one. My first time. “Can you ever tell me exactly what’s on your mind?”

“Fine,” he whispers. “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t have sex with you. I can’t have sex with anyone.”

“I don’t understand. What? Why? How come? Does your dick not work because it’s so huge? It looks like it should work fine.” I reach out to brush my fingers along his zip over the hardness of his erection.

He groans, his hand finding the tree above my head as he angles his whole body to mine. His mouth is right beside mine, his hot breath lances my cheek. “It works fine. It’s just, fuck, I don’t even know where to begin.”

I cup him through his jeans, squeeze and rub his cock. I want to see it, want to hold the entirety of it in my hand and see how he reacts. I watch his face and listen to the sounds that come from him over what I’m doing. Something deep inside me pulses with need. An ache like I’ve never had makes me whimper. I want to be filled.

He swears, hot against my ear, grabs my hand and pulls it away from his groin. Twining my fingers with his he holds it by my side while he finds the button on my shorts. When it pops open I jump and the bark drags at my back. His fingers dig into the waist of my shorts, his entire palm flat against my abdomen as he slides it down between my legs. There’s not enough space for him to touch me properly, but the slight brush of his finger over my clit makes my knees bow, and I lurch forward.

He catches my mouth and kisses me hard, and I wind an arm around his neck. Maybe I didn’t know what I was missing out on, keeping my love for my vibrator. He tugs his hand from my panties and shoves them along with my shorts down my legs. Then he sinks to his knees, his fingers trailing over my skin from my shorts and panties around my ankles to the inside of my knee.

This is all happening so fast. But I want it. I want his hands on me. His face so close to my pussy I can’t stop thinking about his tongue, anticipating it. My body screams for it. My clit pulses. Maybe in the heat of the moment he’ll fuck me anyway? I would if it was me. He’d be too impossible to resist.

He slides his palms between my thighs, presses until I widen my stance. A low moan leaves his lips as he cups one of my ass cheeks, grips it hard enough to leave a bruised map of his fingerprints and pulls my pussy to meet his lips.

Holymotherofagoodlordfuckingshitonabiscuit. His tongue is wet and rasps over my clit, sending pleasure ricocheting through me as he licks at me unhurriedly. The rough calluses on his knuckles as he breaches me with a finger stirs more sensation. He pushes in deep as he laps and nips at my swollen, tender flesh. I’m so sensitive that when he sucks me between his teeth I grasp fistfuls of his hair in both hands and whine, “More, Cas, please.”

There are a million other words that I want to shout after that as a flock of birds twitter across the sky. Deeper. Harder. Faster. Fuck me. More. More. More.

The tree at my back thrums as he thrusts me back against it so roughly the trunk shudders. I vibrate too, with need. I need to know what he would feel like inside me while I come. But he’s twisting and scissoring two fingers inside me, and my arousal is slippery on my inner thighs. And his mouth. My God, his mouth is the best thing on this planet. My insides are clenching. Squeezing rhythmically around his fingers as I slam my eyes shut and ride the sensation that is so much better than I expected it would be. Until my legs don’t want to hold me up anymore. Until my voice is weak and almost croaky.

He finally slows and then relents, pulling up my panties and shorts before climbing to his feet. He swipes the back of his hand across his wet lips, and then shoves his hands in his pockets.

“That was a first for me,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. “A very good first.”

“It’s not what you wanted.” He shrugs. “But maybe you’ll know whether perfect Sam’s actually good at giving you what you want when he finally takes you to bed for real.”

Funny. I haven’t thought about Sam since Cas pushed my back to that tree. I thought I’d maybe compare the pair. That I’d have Cas show me the ropes, and the whole time I would be analyzing how it would work with Sam. But he never once crossed my mind. All I could see was Cas. All I could feel was his touch. But he’s right. I have to remember what I really want, what will make me whole. I’m smart enough to know that attraction isn’t everything. Attraction fades. Lust dies. That’s why I used my head when I chose Summer’s brother. I have to remember that. “I’m sure he will.”

“He can give you things I can’t.” Cas continues walking down the narrow gulley toward where Soldier grazes.

“Like his cock?” It’s not that I’m thinking about Sam’s cock. Really, I just want to know what happened to Cas to make him give up anything that feels as good as what he did to me. “Why don’t you have sex?”

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