Wrong (A Bad Boy Romance)(102)
It’s so intense I can’t even think about whether my position on the sink is precarious. I can’t think about whether I’m pulling Cain’s hair out or whether my fingernails are digging into his scalp. All I can feel is my body and the climax pouring through me.
It feels like it lasts forever, but then I’m coming back to myself. Aftershocks still ripple through me, and just the aftershocks are every bit as intense as any other, ordinary, non-Cain-related orgasm I’ve had in the past. My face is wet, and I realize I’ve been crying my way through it.
Slowly, as if he realizes I’m coming down from the peak, Cain draws his fingers out of me and gently strokes the wetness over my clit. I’m so hyper-sensitized it damn near hurts, and I squeeze out a, “No,” as best I can.
He just chuckles and does it again. Then he licks me. I jerk on his hair, pulling his mouth away from me.
“Too much for you?” he asks.
“God,” is all I can manage in reply. His fingers squeeze my ass again, one finger just there, and now I know damn well he knows what he’s doing.
“That’s too bad,” he says, “because I’m not done yet.”
“Oh God, I don’t know…” I trail off, trying to breathe.
“You’ll be fine,” he says offhandedly. “A couple more orgasms aren’t going to kill you.”
“A couple…” I can’t quite grasp the concept, much less put words to it.
He shrugs. “Two, three, five… Who’s counting?”
I have a feeling I will be. I also have a feeling I’m not going to have much choice in the matter. Frankly that’s fine with me.
He pushes up from his knees and licks his way across my breasts. Bites at my nipples again, and I resist the urge to swat his face away. It’s too much, and yet not too much. I don’t even know how to describe the way I’m feeling right now. All I can do is just…feel it.
The hands on my ass tense, and he lifts me off the sink. Automatically I wrap my legs around his waist. He’s still fully dressed, and that seems unfair since I’m barely covered, clothes undone and torn and askew, nothing where it’s supposed to be. This man is hell on my wardrobe. But he hefts me easily, that casual strength as much of a turn-on as anything else about him, and turns me around.
He swats my ass. It stings, and I jump. He makes an approving sound. “I like the way my handprint looks there.” And he swats me again.
My first instinct is to tell him to stop, but I realize I don’t want him to. It hurts, yes, but not that much, and with everything that’s thrumming through my body right now, it’s just one more heightened sensation that’s weaving in with all the others, building to another climax, even though I’m still not convinced that’s possible.
“You like that?” he asks me, though, and I have to decided how to answer.
“Maybe,” I say, sounding a little coy.
Predictably he laughs and swats me again. “We can try a few more times until you decide. But first…” He grabs my hair and pulls my head up so I have to look at myself in the mirror over the sink. “Look at that,” he says. “Look at your face. You’re all red, all flushed. Look at your eyes.”
I look. My pupils are blown, my hair mussed, my cheeks flushed. I look like I’ve been fucked within an inch of my life, and he hasn’t even started yet.
“Beautiful,” he says. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. Especially like this. I should take you out around town on my arm looking like this. Like you’ve just had the fuck of your life and you want it again. Like you’re a bitch in heat, just waiting to feel my dick again.”
I can feel his erection through his jeans, hard and insistent against my bare ass. The denim rubs a little uncomfortably against the spot where he spanked me. I should want to slap him like I wanted to slap Carmine. But I don’t. I just want more. More of his filthy mouth, more of his body, his cock.
I hear his zipper going down behind me, then he’s back against me again, only cotton underwear between that hot, hard erection and my skin. He shifts back and forth, easing the length of his dick between my ass cheeks. Then he touches my asshole, just tapping it with the tip of his finger.
“I want this,” he says, his voice low. “I want to fuck your ass ’til you scream.”
I tense. I’m not sure whether it’s from anticipation or something closer to fear. My emotions are tangled and so raw I’m having a hard time sorting them all out. But then he leans forward and presses his lips against the back of my ear. “Scream for me to do it over and over again.” He licks the back of my neck. “It’ll hurt a little, maybe, but I promise you’ll like it.”