Page 39 of Brighter than the Boss
He was thick and long and hard and velvety soft. His cock was beautiful. If I wasn't enjoying him so much, I'd detest him for being so perfect-looking. No one person should have that many stellar physical attributes. It just wasn't fair to the rest of us mortals.
I will tell you, however, that having my hand on his ass and his cock filling my mouth while he groaned above me was one of the most thrilling moments of my life. When he tried to pull out, I dug my nails into the globe of his glute muscle and forced him to stay put. I swallowed him down, licked him clean, and felt quite smug about what I'd done to him as he flopped back on the bed motionless.
"Cain?"
He still didn't move. I glanced at his chest, checking for signs of breathing. I mean, I knew first aid, I just couldn't fathom I'd have to use those skills at this particular moment.
I poked his side right as he reared up and grabbed my shoulders, tackling me down to the bed. I screamed, not expecting the sneak attack. My burst of fear turned to carefree laughter. I loved that Cain was being playful and teasing me.
He pinned my arms above my head, teasing me further with wet kisses along my body. Then his shoulders parted my thighs and the breathless giggling gave way to breathy moans. I glanced down and took in the sight of his dark head of hair, disheveled from my fingers, and his broad shoulders, so tough with their dark ink, between my legs doing things to my body I'd never experienced before. Each flick of his tongue shot off into my body, causing ripples of pleasure to flow through me until all I could see and feel was him laser-focused on the core of my body.
I gripped the bed above my head and let him lead this time, loving where he was taking me. This was what I came to southern California to experience. No, not that exactly. I came to experience life, to see what was out there waiting for me. To love the very moment of life I was living at any given time. To neither care about the past, nor worry about the future. To float away on a cloud of bliss, a handsome man smiling up at you after he ate you out like he was starving for you, only you.
Okay that last part I just added in there. But it really was a darn good reason to live here.
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After we came up for air and sustenance in the form of my blueberry pancakes, we lay around in bed just talking. Everyone had the day off as the beaches were closed while the experts assessed for any structural damage to the beach, walkways, parking lots, and buildings that needed to be fixed before reopening. Esa and Ivan had texted us to let us know they were hosting a little get-together at their house that evening. It wasn't really an invitation. It was a summons. We were expected to be there, and I for one, couldn't wait.
Chili was lying on the foot of the bed, finally at peace with Cain being in the house. I think he just didn't want to get locked out of the bedroom like last night.
"You said yesterday that your body and your mind are in agreement with wanting me. Which makes me very happy, by the way." He stroked his rough hand down my thigh, goose bumps following his path. "But what made you change your mind?"
I reached out and traced one of the tattoos on his shoulder and chest while I answered him. "Honestly, it was the tsunami."
He huffed out a laugh. "Great. It took a natural disaster in order for you to want me, huh?"
"No! You know what I mean. It took the idea of being swept away in the ocean to make me realize that life is short. And here was a man that made me feel all kinds of things I'd never felt before and I was turning away from that. Turning away from the possibility of something great because of our jobs, yes, but also because I refused to acknowledge that people's pasts affect them differently than mine affected me. I dismissed your feelings because I just didn't think about how being raised differently would change a person."
Cain's hand slid around to pull me in closer, my head tucked under his chin, my lips up against his dark skin and ink. "I love how you see the world, Sunshine. I'm sorry for ever trying to shame you out of thinking that way. Do you forgive me?"
"Cain." I closed my eyes, wishing I could reach in his chest and heal all his hurts. "You don't need to apologize. You were right. To an extent." I giggled when he snorted. "No, I'm serious. In your unorthodox way, you showed me I need to slow down and listen to people. Instead of telling them to suck it up and get over it, I need to hear them first. Really hear them. Understand where they're coming from before I spew my rainbows and sunshine, you know?"
"While I think that's a great thing to do, babe, I don't think I can take credit for that." Cain's voice was his typical low rumble, humble in everything he said.
I pushed against his chest and tilted my head up so I could see his face. "So, that's why I've decided not to lose my head over you. At least not right away. I've always had a very idyllic thought process about love. Two people meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after. I mean, growing up seeing how my parents loved each other, how could I not think that? But that's not realistic, is it? So I'm withholding judgement on this thing between us until we explore it further. Sound good?"
He'd stayed very still while I laid out my new plan, face betraying nothing. Then he scrubbed his hand over his face and flopped back on the bed.
"Cain—"
"Shhh," he interrupted me, grumbling from behind the arm covering his face. "Karma is here and she's extracting her revenge."
"What in the world are you talking about?" I laughed, climbing on top of him. Damn, the boy was built. I could barely get my short legs around him.
His hands gripped my hips, his eyes dancing with laughter.
"I'm the one who wanted you to change the way you see the world. And now you have. Which is now biting me in the ass."
Now it was my turn to snort. "Wait. You want me falling all over you? To be one of those clingy girls?" I ran my hands over his chest enjoying the muscles that leapt under my touch. He lifted his hips to grind into me, already aroused and ready to go for round two. I was more concerned with how he answered my question. I knew he'd dated plenty of women and I just didn't know how serious he wanted to be with me.
"Hell yes, I want you all over me. I want you falling at my feet, worshiping me." He laughed out loud as I smacked him on the chest.
"Good Lord, you've got a big head."
"Yes, I do, woman. And it wants to be inside you very badly right now." Again with the hips grinding his impressive erection against me. The move was very distracting, almost enough to make me abandon this conversation. Almost.
I remembered the stories of how many women he'd been with and stilled, sobering quickly, needing to keep my head clear. Needing to remember that I couldn't fall for him. Not yet.
