Mine to Keep, page 19
“It’s a date.” She kicks off her shoes and gets on her tippy-toes. “See you soon.” She walks up the steps to my bedroom as I hurry and make my way into the other one. My cock is rock hard when I get out and dry myself off. I wrap a towel around my waist and walk back to my room, seeing she’s not out yet, but the shower is off. I’m putting my boxers on when the door opens, and she steps out of the bathroom.
She’s wearing a white shirt off the shoulder with nothing under it, and it’s completely see-through. Her hair moves to the other side, where her shoulder is covered. “Hi,” she says softly.
I walk to her, or maybe I lunge; either way, she’s in my arms, and my mouth devours her. “Fuck,” I curse when I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, her wet pussy on my stomach. “I feel how wet you are.”
“I touched myself in the shower, thinking of you,” she admits, and I have to remember she’s a virgin. I need to remember I have to go slow and not hurt her. “Just the smell of you and I couldn’t stop myself.”
“Did you make yourself come?” I ask her, looking in her eyes, and she nods. “Show me,” I urge, putting her on the bed. She lies back on the million throw pillows and lifts her shirt up above her tits that are pebbled, and then spreads her legs, the wetness evident. “I want to fuck you so hard.”
“Then come and fuck me,” she offers herself up to me. “Make me yours.”
I get on the bed, getting between her legs. I move my nose over her inner thigh and then grab her hips with my hands before moving my mouth to her stomach and kissing her softly. I look into her eyes before I move, and my mouth covers her pussy. Her taste wakes me up even more. “Every single day, I think about eating this pussy,” I tell her as I lick up and down her slit, getting her ready for me. I suck in her lips, and then slide my tongue into her. “Your pussy is my favorite meal,” I say, and her hand moves to my head as her nails rake my skin. I push her knees back and lick up her slit, then suck on her clit, working it with my tongue and my teeth. Her hands move to her tits as she rolls her nipples. I let her go, moving one hand up the side of her and one hand on her pussy as I slide a finger into her. Her hands come up, and she moves my boxers down to take my cock out. She fists my cock with her hand as I finger fuck her. “I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you.” My eyes are on my finger as it works in and out of her. “I can’t wait to see how your pussy looks with my cock inside you.”
“Yes.” I look back at her, and her eyes are also transfixed on my fingers. “Put another one in,” she urges before I slowly bend my head and slide my tongue into her mouth. I let go of her mouth for a second to add another finger, trying to get her as wet as possible. She moves her head down, taking my cock between her lips as I watch her work half of it in her mouth. My fingers fuck her as she sucks me. My finger and her mouth work in unison, both of us moving at a slow pace. Both of us savoring each other.
“I need to get inside you,” I finally hiss when she’s about to come on my fingers. Leaning down, I suck her clit into my mouth. “Fuck, I want to make you come all night long,” I tell her as I feel her getting tighter. “I want you to come on my fingers.” I move a touch faster. “Then my tongue, and finally my cock.” I don’t say anything else because her eyes are closed, and she’s coming on my fingers.
“Yes,” she pants, letting go of my dick. “I need you.” She leans back on the throw pillows and opens her legs for me, my fingers still buried inside her. “Now.” I move them a couple more times before I lean over to the night table to grab a condom that I stocked there last weekend.
“Caine.” She says my name. “I’m on the pill.” I look at the condom. “And obviously I’m clean. I don’t want anything between us.”
I don’t even think twice about it. “Are you sure?” I ask, and she nods. I move between her legs, and for the first time in my life, I’m so nervous.
“You’re beautiful,” I say to her as I get where I need to be. “You tell me if it hurts, or you want to stop.” She nods her head at me. “Put me inside you.” Looking into my eyes, she reaches between us, grabbing my cock in her hand, sliding it up and down her slit before she places it right at her hole.
“Now fuck me,” she says, and all I can do is close my eyes and count.
“After I’ve broken you in,” I grind through clenched teeth because she’s so tight my cock feels like it’s being squeezed, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you are going to feel me all week long.”
She looks down at her pussy with my cock head halfway in. “Promise?” I move my hips a bit more until my cock head is inside, and she grunts out. “More,” she says, trying to move her hips, “but slowly; you are much bigger than my vibrator.” I slide in a touch more, the heat seeping through me. “Hmm.” She tries to move her hips, but I stop her. “Caine,” she begs, “just do it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I explain as I slide a bit more in, moving my hands to the side of her. “You have to let me in,” I tell her, and she opens her legs wider as she moves her hips back.
“If you don’t move, then let’s change places and I’ll move.”
I move another inch in and see her eyes open, I think she’s going to tell me to stop, but instead, she hisses, “Yes.” I slide a bit more inside her until not even I can hold back anymore, sliding the rest into her hot pussy. I bend my head to take her mouth in mine before I bury myself all inside her. Her hands tighten on my arms by her hips. “Yes.” She lets go of my tongue. “Fuck, that hurts and feels good all at the same time.”
“What hurts?” I ask, looking down at her.
“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t move and finally do me.” I pull out a bit and then slide back into her, her pussy tightening like a vise. “Fuck, that feels good,” she says at the same time I feel her pussy spasm. “Move more out this time,” she says as I pull out halfway this time before going back into her. I do that a couple more times, each time her pussy gets more wet. “Caine,” she says as I move one of my hands to her tit to roll her nipple before leaning back over her and kissing her. Her pussy is getting used to my cock now, so it makes it easier to enter her. I sit back down and make her move her hips up and down on my cock, the whole time my thumb is playing with her clit. “That feels—” She moves one of her legs above my arm. “Come on, Caine,” she encourages, “show me how much you want me.”
I lean forward and look into her eyes. “I can take it,” she assures me as I slide out and see her wetness coat my cock. “Slam into me once and see,” she suggests, and I can’t even stop my hips as I do it. She arches her back at the same time. “Again,” she says, and I pull out and then slam in twice more before she cries out my name, this time because she’s coming all over my cock. “Oh my God,” she says when I don’t stop fucking her. I can’t, my balls get tight, and I know I’m going to come.
“I’m going to come,” I warn her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Come inside me,” she says before I roar out her name.
twenty-seven
Grace
My eyes fly open when I feel his tongue slide up my slit. I’m on my back in the middle of his bed, one arm by my head, one arm draped beside me where he is supposed to be. “Hmm,” I hum when I look down, watching him slide his tongue around my clit. “Sensitive.” I arch my back up but move my hand to his head, keeping him there. “Yes,” I hiss when he slides a finger into me, trying not to wince from the tenderness. Last night was the best night of my life, hands down. “More,” I urge as he slides another finger into me, and this time, I hiss, and he stops. “I will hurt you.” I glare at him. “Then I won’t be able to get dick for a while and have to turn to my trusty side table friend.”
“I shouldn’t have started this.” He smirks at me. “But I woke up, and you were there. Naked. Open.” He takes another lick. “And I wanted to slide into you.”
“Yes,” I agree, pushing his head back into my pussy. “But first, make me come like this.”
“I’ve created a monster.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I can’t help but open my legs wider.
“It’s your monster cock that created this monster,” I inform him as soon as he flexes his fingers in me, rubbing over the spot he knows will drive me crazy. “I might be addicted to it.”
“Just like my cock is addicted to your pussy,” he replies, and I can’t answer him because my eyes roll to the back of my head as I come on his fingers. I clamp down on them and try to ride the orgasm out, but his fingers are taken out of me, and before I have a chance to complain, he fills me. “Yes,” I say when I feel him on top of me, but he quickly flips onto his back, having me on top of him. “Oh.” I look down at him. “Is it my turn?”
“Looks that way,” he says as his hands go to my ass, squeezing it before he moves me up and down a bit.
“If it’s my turn, stop moving me,” I hiss, and he laughs. “Let me ride.” Placing my hands on his chest, I move up a bit and then down. I lean forward on his chest and start moving a touch faster, my hair falling around us. He moves one hand from my ass to push my hair up and away from our faces.
“I love watching you come with my cock inside you,” he states as I ride him, my forehead on his as I move up and down on his cock.
His hands go back to my ass. “You know what I love?” I can’t even speak because his cock is rubbing all the right spots.
“My cock.”
“Yes,” I hiss, “but also when you roar out my name right as you come, knowing I made you lose that control.” I close my eyes because I’m so close it’s taking all of my concentration.
“Your pussy is getting tighter, choking my cock,” he growls between clenched teeth. “I’m close.” I slam down on his cock and don’t move because I can’t, I’m too busy coming on his cock. His hands move from my ass to around my waist, and he’s flipping me over again. “My turn,” he states, and I don’t have time to catch a breath before he pounds into me, unlike the first time when he went easy. “Fucking done, ruined.” He pulls out and slams back in again. His balls hit my ass, and just like before, I’m coming again. I wrap my legs around his waist just as he roars out the name I love to hear. “Grace!” He plants himself to the root of his cock and then buries his face in my neck.
It's my second favorite thing I love that he does. I wrap my legs and then my arms around him as he gets his breathing back to normal, basking in everything that Caine is. “That’s my second favorite position,” I say, and he unburies his head from my neck, looking at me. “I think I still like you on top of me better.” He smiles at me. “But then I really did like when you bent me over in the kitchen last night.” His smile gets even bigger, probably remembering it. “But I would like to try on my hands and knees.”
“Make a list,” he says as he slips out of me and out of my arms, “and we can work down it.”
“My list is really long,” I inform him, and he holds out his hand for me. “We should work through the Kama Sutra.” I get out of bed at the same time his phone alarm rings.
“What time is it?” I ask as he walks over to the bedside table he put his phone on last night.
“Six thirty,” he replies, and I gawk at him.
“On a Sunday?” I put my hands on my hips.
“Every day, plus not sure when Meadow is going to be home, but I figured you wouldn’t be down for me being buried balls deep inside you when she gets home.”
“You would be right.” I point a finger at him, and it dawns on me that even though I didn’t get much sleep last night, I feel refreshed. “Do I have time for a shower?”
“Yes,” he says, “and then we can make breakfast.”
“Pancakes?” I ask as he walks to me and wraps an arm around me.
“Anything you want, baby,” he says softly before kissing my neck.
“I like that,” I say softly, putting my hand on his chest and kissing him right where his heart is beating. “I’m going to get in the shower.”
“Okay, I could join you, but I don’t think I could keep my hands off you.”
“I promise not to hog all the hot water,” I say over my shoulder, stepping into the bathroom and walking over to the shower.
It takes me no time to shower without him. Walking over to the bag I brought in the day before, I grab my white jeans and a gray short-sleeved crop top, then pull out a long light-pink sweater to go over it when I leave. I pack the rest of the clothes in the bag and walk out of the bathroom, expecting him to be waiting, but all that is there is an empty bed. The covers are all over the place, pillows thrown left and right. I walk over to the bed, pulling the sheet up but then think he might not want to sleep in the same sheets we had sex in. I walk out of the bedroom, calling his name. “Caine,” I shout and see him walking out of the kitchen wearing shorts and nothing else, “do you want me to change the sheets?”
“I want you to get your ass downstairs and not worry about my fucking sheets.” He shakes his head. “How am I going to even sleep without you there is what I’m trying to figure out. At least I can smell you.”
I roll my lips, walking down the steps, stopping at the last one so we are almost the same height. “That’s really romantic in a non-creepy way.” I put my hands on his shoulders and feel them damp. “Did you shower?”
“Yeah, in the spare shower. I figured it was safer.” He kisses my neck, his stubble pinching a bit. “Come. I made you coffee, and I’m about to start the pancakes.”
“First, you give me the best sex of my life, and then you cook for me,” I say, and he glares at me.
“I’m the only person to give you sex,” he retorts, and I laugh at him.
“Well, if it makes you feel better, you set the bar high.” I raise my hand to the sky. “Like infinity and beyond.”
“You should stop talking,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the kitchen where my cup of coffee is on the island, right in front of a stool. “Sit,” he orders.
“Bossy, even at home,” I huff, getting on the stool and taking a sip of coffee.
He shakes his head as he walks around the counter to the other side. “Question?” I say as he picks up his own cup of coffee. “When can we do anal?”
He spits out his coffee and then immediately starts to choke. “Are you trying to kill me?” he asks, coughing and walking over to the sink to grab a rag to wipe up the mess he just made.
“I’m just asking since I’m new to this. What is the waiting time?” I tap my finger on the counter. “Matty’s cousin, Franny, was talking about it, and you have to ease into it.”
I wait for him to answer when the doorbell rings, and I look over at him with huge eyes. “I’m going to table that question.” He points at me as he walks to the front door. I get off the stool and want to kick myself for not putting on my shoes before coming to sit down. I hear shrieking from Meadow and then Caine thanking whoever took her last night.
“Guess who is here for breakfast?” Caine says from the front door. “Grace.”
“She came back?” Meadow asks, and I close my eyes, thankful she’s too young to put two and two together.
“She did. She missed eating pizza with you,” he explains, and I hear her feet running into the kitchen.
“Gracie,” she says, using a nickname for me, her hair loose, “you came to eat with us.”
“I did,” I confirm, getting down. “How was your sleepover?”
“Good.”
“They woke up at four thirty, so today is going to be fun,” Caine states from behind her.
“We are going to the zoo today,” Meadow says, and I smile at her. “Do you want to come to the zoo with us? There are all the animals.”
“That sounds like so much fun.” I look up at Caine. “If that’s okay with your dad.”
“Oh, more than okay,” he agrees. “Did you eat breakfast? I’m making pancakes.”
“I want some,” she says, jumping up and down.
“Go change your clothes,” Caine instructs, “and then I’ll fix your hair.”
“I can do her hair.” I look over at Caine. “While you cook.”
“Do you know how to do braids?” Meadow asks, almost in a whisper. “Daddy does them, but they fall out.”
“I’m trying,” Caine defends. “Those YouTube videos do not help.”
“I know how to do braids,” I say, getting up. “You cook, and I’ll do the braids.”
“Do you know how to do mermaid braids?” Meadow asks when she turns to walk up the stairs, grabbing my hand. I walk past Caine, who slips his finger through mine as I walk by.
“I do know,” I tell her as we walk back upstairs, and she heads into her bathroom. Seeing towels hanging, I know Caine took a shower in here. “Where are your elastics?” She opens the top drawer, and I am about to laugh. The drawer is all organized with brushes in the middle and then little containers for her elastics, smaller elastics, hair pins, barrettes. Of course, all color coded. “Okay, so what color are we doing?”
“Pink is my favorite,” she says, pulling a stool from the side and standing on it. “First you have to spray my hair with this,” she instructs me, and I can’t help but laugh, thinking how very much she is her father’s daughter.
“Got it.” I take the detangler out of the drawer. “Can I put water on it first?” I ask. “This way, it’s easier to comb out.”
She looks at me through the reflection of the mirror, not sure. “Dad,” she yells, “can we add water to my hair?”
I look over at the door, seeing if he’s going to answer. “Whatever Grace wants!” he hollers back, so she nods her head at me.
“Usually,” I tell her as I turn on the water in the sink, “I have a little spray bottle that I can wet my hair with. But when I don’t, I just wet my hand and then put it on my hair,” I explain what I’m doing. “Then I spray it.” I pick up the bottle before brushing out her hair. “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” I look in the mirror as she watches my every move. “You have pretty hair.” She smiles at me, and for one second, I think back to when I met her mother and wonder why she would give up her child. How anyone could is beyond me. “Let’s start the mermaid braid. You have to split your hair into two sections,” I tell her as I look down at her hair. “Now the fun starts.” She smiles so big and bounces up and down. “You take a little piece from the side and move it to the other side,” I explain to her, going a piece at a time. It takes me about five minutes to finish, and when I’m done, she turns her head to the side to see it. But she can’t really see it.
