Ah, fuck.
I knew it was stupid, but I wanted him to touch me.
Deep down, I fucking needed him to.
Since he was one of the only people to be able to touch me and actually make me feel good about it, I was basically craving him.
I finally spoke, no louder than a whisper.
“Touch me.”
A growl ripped from him as he dove down to kiss me hard, a gasp of surprise leaving me at how sudden it was.
He ran his tongue along mine angrily, a groan leaving him as he took my lower lip between his teeth.
“You drive me insane all the fucking time, Rory.”
I flattened my hands against his abs as his shirt rode up, and he gritted his teeth at my touch, giving me a small amount of confidence as he forced out, “You’re making it worse. I just want to jam myself so fucking deep inside you that you forget every other man who’s ever fucking been there.”
It was a nice thought if I was being honest, and the more confident I became, the more I knew I was asking for fucking trouble.
My hands ran further up his shirt as I absently kissed across his pecs and up his neck as I sat up and leaned over him.
Forgetting the memories would be nice.
“You think it would be that good? That I’d forget the rest?”
He smirked with a sense of cockiness that would look arrogant on anyone else, but it just made me hotter for him.
I was fucking melting.
“I know it would be that good.”
“Promise?” I asked softly, watching him hesitate as an unsure look crossed his face, mixed with confusion.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Okay,” I whispered, reaching for the waistband of his sweats, hoping he didn’t see my hands shaking slightly.
He flipped me onto my back, a feral grin on his face.
“You sure? Because I’ll be devastated if you’re fucking with me right now.”
I ignored the anxiety in my head that screamed at me to stop as I shuffled out of my own sleep shorts and shirt, a small boost of confidence hitting me as his green eyes greedily trailed over my naked body with appreciation.
“Caden, I trust you. I mean it,” I added, something crossing his expression that almost looked like regret, but he masked it quickly and gave me his panty-dropping smile.
“In that case, lay there and let me make you feel good.”
I knew I was tense as he moved down my body, but once his mouth moved over my pussy, I relaxed.
A complete calm washed over me as he worked me up until I was a gasping, shaking fucking mess in front of him, my limbs feeling like jelly as I went to move in the aftermath.
He cockily crawled up my body, stripping himself off and moving his hand between us to stroke himself.
“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to.”
“I do,” I replied quickly, making him chuckle, oblivious to my desperate reason of wanting his touch.
“Alright. I’m rough in bed but I’ll start off a little nicer on you. You on the pill?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Thank fuck,” he groaned, startling me as he finally pushed inside me.
It fucking burned, my entire body tensing up with discomfort.
He stilled, looking down at me in the moonlight with confusion in his eyes.
“Hey, you okay?”
I nodded, trying hard to fight off the fear that threatened to spill out of me, but his face softened completely, and he lay over me more so he could stroke my cheek, taking my nerves as inexperience.
I mean, I guess it was that too.
“I’ve got you, okay? I’ll be gentle, I promise. I won’t pick up the pace until you want me to.”
Thank fuck.
I seriously needed a minute.
When I relaxed, he started moving again, and I had to admit he knew what he was doing.
My nails dug into his back as the panic slowly left me, and he groaned the harder I dug them in.
He buried his face in my neck and sucked hard on the sensitive skin, causing me to let out a little moan that seemed to rev him up more.
His hips picked up the pace, and when he knew I was okay with it, he went even harder, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder to get deeper somehow.
I didn’t know sex could be so fucking good as he fucked me into the mattress, his fingers digging into my thigh and surprising me when an orgasm started to build so soon.
The angle of his thrusts changed, his pubic bone rubbing against my clit and sending me over the edge so suddenly that it startled me.
I clung to him as he hammered into me, my nails tearing his back up in the process which just seemed to turn him on even more.
I panicked as he moved back and flipped me onto my stomach, his arm going around my middle to lift my ass up as he moved back inside me.
I felt caged in and exposed, the panic rolling through me like a fucking wave.
His sweaty chest slid over my back as he kissed down the side of my neck, and just as I started to relax again, his hand came around the front of my throat and he squeezed, causing me to buck against him.
I was officially fucking panicking.
“Caden…”
“I warned you I like it rough, but I won’t hurt you. Trust me, remember?” he murmured in my ear without moving his hand, and I shivered as he licked down the cord of my neck and bit into my shoulder firmly.
I’d never really understood why people liked the position, but the rougher he got the more I wanted to let him have his way with me completely.
There was something fucking wrong with me.
The arm he had around my middle moved slightly so his hand was between my legs, and I gasped as his fingertips rubbed my clit, making him growl.
“Fuck you feel good.”
Oh, fuck.
My back arched and he groaned, moving his hand from around my throat to push my chest down into the mattress more to fuck me harder again.
I let out a loud scream as an orgasm ripped through me and he finally buried deep, coming inside me before slumping over my back to catch his breath.
When he finally rolled off me, he gently pulled me into his arms and placed soft kisses down my throat.
I knew I’d be bruised and sore in the morning, but I didn’t mind.
It was worth it.
When I stayed quiet, he chuckled softly in my ear.
“What’s on your mind? I can hear the wheels turning.”
I fidgeted for a moment before speaking, my anxiety fighting itself.
I wanted to be left alone to deal with my emotions, but also be held by him to deal with them.
“Can you stay in here with me tonight, or does that break your rules?”
He tucked me even tighter against him and kissed the top of my head, whispering, “Course I can stay. For future reference, you can’t break the rules if there are no rules, baby.”
I smiled against his chest, feeling safe despite the anxiety bubbling below the surface as I drifted off to sleep in his arms with a false sense of security.
Caden
I lied.
It totally broke my fucking rules.
I never cuddled. Ever.
I should have gone back to my fucking room, but something kept me there.
She annoyed the fuck out of me and I wanted her gone, but I’d let her get close, just for that night.
After all, I was the reason her fucking father hurt her.
She was meant to just be a bit of fun until I got her and Max to fucking leave, but I found myself enjoying the company.