Page 25 of Insatiable

“Lean back and hold on to my thighs and don’t let go until I tell you to,” he whispers his command against my skin and my pussy clenches around nothing. Need pools in my belly. I don’t want to play; I need to come.

“Please, Cace,” I beg. I don’t want to wait to have him inside of me. My delayed gratification from this morning makes me impatient.

“It’s just you and me, Tay. I’m going to enjoy making you squirm.” He smiles against my skin. “Hold my thighs with your hands behind you, baby.” He nips at my skin. I huff in frustration, but I do as I’m told. Reaching behind me, I rest my hands on his knees and brace myself. In this position my breasts are pushed forward, and Cace wastes no time slowly unbuttoning my shirt and exposing my black satin bra.

“Absolutely beautiful.” Cace pulls my shirt down my shoulders as if he’s unwrapping a present. Instead of pulling my shirt off completely, he leaves it around my elbows, stopping me from moving. Leaning forward he kisses the swell of my breast. His lips are soft and warm, the sensation elicits another moan from me. Cace’s fingers dance up my stomach causing my breath to hitch. I need more, and he knows it by the smile he’s giving me. I’m panting from the anticipation of where he will kiss and touch me next.

“Cace, please,” I beg. I’m willing to do anything as I’m so turned on right now. Not letting me wait a moment longer, he takes the front of my bra and pulls it down exposing my breasts. Taking my nipple in his mouth he sucks and bites down hard.

“Fuck, yes!” I cry out as he takes the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling, licking and sucking, alternating between the two. I am squirming on his lap, gripping his knees as hard as I can to keep myself from moving. Releasing my nipple with a pop, he blows gently over my throbbing flesh, goose bumps sprout along my skin as his finger skims under the waistline of my leggings, then into my underwear.

“Don’t move.” Is all he says as he plunges two fingers inside of me, taking his thumbs he plays my clit like an instrument. My back arches as I raise up on my knees, his fingers working me over, hitting me in all the right spots.

“Oh-oh, Cace! Yes!” I’m babbling, struggling to find words as he circles my clit. I can feel the blissful buildup of my orgasm as he leans forward and takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my lips part in a wordless cry as I ride his fingers over the deep end.

“Cace!” I cry out, my thighs shake, my elbows give out holding me up as I lose control on his lap. Banding his free arm around my waist with his fingers still inside me our lips meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues taste each other slowly. I relax into his hold as I begin to come down, only for the fire to build up in me again.

“I think you owe me a shower,” Cace says against my lips. Sliding his fingers from my pussy he stands with me in his arms. Making his way around the couch, I wrap my arms around him tight, and kiss his neck as he walks us into the room and straight into the bathroom. Sitting me down on the counter he slowly begins to undress me.

“I ache to be inside you, Tay.” He leans forward, his lips inches from the shell of my ear as he unclasps my bra and helps me shimmy it down my arms along with my shirt that was still wrapped around me. Tossing it to the floor, he steps away from me and begins to strip out of his clothes. The sight of his dark brown skin makes my mouth water as he slides his jeans and boxers down his muscular legs. I watch his every move like I’m a lioness eager to pounce on my prey.

Clearing his throat to get my attention, Cace says, “Tay, I think you need to slide that pretty ass of yours off that counter and finish what I started.” My eyes rise to meet his, and I am practically salivating as I gaze upon his long thick cock as it waves at me from across the room. Scurrying off the counter I pull my leggings off as he enters the shower and turns the water on. Steam immediately fills the room and water hits Cace’s body. I have an overwhelming urge to lick him. Closing the distance between us I wrap my arms around him and take his cock in my hand as I lean forward and lick warm water from his back.

“Holy shit, Tay. I will come before I’m inside you.” He groans and leans forward with his hand braced on the shower wall as I stroke my hand up and down his cock as I stand behind him. “You’re not playing fair, Tate.” Cace pants, suddenly grabbing my arms and pulling me in front of him underneath the spray of water.

“Cace, my hair!” I shriek as he pushes my back against the wall and begins to devour my mouth. We both groan together, even with the water raining down on us my need runs down my thighs. Breaking off our kiss he leans his forehead against mine and locks eyes with me.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I will help you oil your scalp. It’s the very least I can do to have you like this,” he says sincerely, and I melt even more for this man. I’ve just died and gone to heaven because fuck me if that’s not the hottest shit I’ve ever heard.

Cace picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms cling to his neck as he pushes inside of me in one swift move.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful feeling.” Cace grits out through his teeth. My back hits the wall again as our lips clash in a dance of dominance, our tongues tangle with each other as Cace fucks me into the shower wall. His arms are braced on either side of me, and I hang on for dear life as he moves with long, sure strokes, hitting me in just the right spot. I roll my hips meeting him thrust for thrust, my body climbing higher as I chase my orgasm. Breaking our kiss, my head hits the wall in a wordless cry as I try to catch my breath.

“Oh, fuck Cace!” I scream as my orgasm hits me unexpectedly. Cace swallows my moans of pleasure as he continues to thrust inside of me until he roars my name and comes inside of me.

“I love you, Tate.” He leans forward and kisses me softly and we stay connected with me pinned between him and the wall until we both come down from our orgasmic high.

“I love you too, Cace,” I say as my feet hit the shower floor as he gets to work cleaning my dirty body. His words, not mine.

We are getting dressed when suddenly there’s a knock on the door.

“Sean and Jay?” I raise my eyebrows in question, my stomach chooses that time to rumble, making us laugh. After all that sexy goodness a hotdog is calling my name right about now. Cace pulls his shirt over his head and walks towards the door of the bedroom.

“Don’t they have a key?” I ask Cace and he pauses to think about it and shrugs.

“Maybe they left them behind because we’re here.” Cace walks out the door and my cell phone rings at the same time. Making way around the bed, I pick it up from the nightstand where someone had left it.

Before I can say hello, Jay shouts, “Whatever you do, don’t answer the door!” As soon as he says this, I can hear a loud crash coming from the front room.

“Cace! He—” I was just about tell Jay that Cace was opening the door for them when a familiar voice sings out my name.

“Tate . . . come out, baby . . .” His voice sends a chill down my spine, making me freeze. Instantly I replay the events of the last time I saw him, his face, the gun going off, his final words.

“Die, bitch!”

Bang. I flinch remembering the sound.

“Tate!” I hear Jay shout my name, snapping me out of my thoughts, but I don’t answer him. I’m instantly worried about Cace and the crashing sound I heard. Please, God don’t let him be hurt or worse: dead.