Page 35 of Beg for You

He cursed again and wrapped his fingers around one of my breasts, toying with my nipple, pinching and lightly twisting while he sucked the other. It felt so good my hips started rolling all on their own.

I felt empty, so damn empty.

His hand moved down my stomach between my thighs, and without hesitation, he cupped me.

“You hurting?”

“Yes. I need…” I reached down and grabbed his wrist, trying to get him to move, to give me more. His middle finger pressed forward, and he started sliding up and down through the center of me.

“Fucking wet, too.”

I should have been embarrassed by how wet I was, but I couldn’t muster the energy, not when what Cal was doing to me felt so good. His thick finger moved to my clit and circled. My hips rolled up again. “Keep doing that,” I said breathlessly.

“Spread wider,” he ordered.

I bent my knee more and lifted it higher on his heavy thigh. His finger left my clit and slowly, ever so slowly slid inside me. I shuddered and bit my lip, immediately tasting blood. He stilled.

“You keep hurting yourself, I’ll stop.”

I held onto his wrist tighter. “No, please don’t stop.”

“No biting your lip, understand?” he said.

“I won’t.” Then I was sighing, melting into him as he started a slow thrust of his thick finger. He kept to the same pace until I felt it building. My skin grew hotter and tension shot through me as I strained for more. “Faster, please, I need…I need…”

He slid his finger out and pushed back in with a second. He started fucking me with his fingers—there was no other way to describe it. Pushing deep, thrusting fast, hitting that spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars. Cal’s harsh breaths filled my head, along with my own moans and pleas. I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Open,” he barked. “Eyes on me, Cassy.”

Then he pressed his thumb down on my slick clit, sliding over it as he continued to thrust into me with his fingers, and I broke apart. I’d never come like this before. It was a full-body experience, every part of me shaking through it from head to toe.

Finally, I collapsed back against the cushions, and Cal did the same, burying his face against my neck.

“So beautiful,” he said against my skin. “Perfect.” His fingers were still between my thighs, and he gently pressed on my clit. My hips lifted and I gasped. I was so sensitive, but I knew I could come again if he kept doing what he was.

“That’s right, baby. I’m not done making you feel good. No fucking way.”

Chapter Nine

Cal

I woke with a start and shot into a sitting position. I twisted, checking out the bed beside me where Cassy had fallen asleep naked, sweaty, and completely sated.

She was gone.

Fuck.

I scrubbed my hands over my face.

I’d freaked her out. Shit, she’d been crying, and I’d brought her up here and gotten her naked. How long ago had she left? I hated the idea of her wandering around on her own at night.

No, I hadn’t fucked her, but resisting her had been so damn hard. I’d ended up jerking off while I ate her pussy, then later while I played with her some more, I’d put her hand on my dick and got her to do it for me. Christ.

A movement caught my eye across the room.

My breath caught in my throat. Cassy stood in front of the windows. She was wrapped in a blanket and looking at one of my paintings. She lifted it carefully and leaned it against the wall, checking out the one behind it. I had them piled up all over the apartment, not sure what to do with them. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her seeing them. They were personal, a piece of me. The only people who’d ever seen my paintings were Dane and Bull. And, of course, Harvey had seen some of the early ones. That’s it, and that’s the way I wanted to keep it.

After swinging my legs out of bed, I tugged on my jeans, not bothering to do them up, and walked over to her. “I thought you left.” I didn’t mean for it to sound like an accusation, but that’s how it came out. I had no idea what my problem was, but seeing her standing there wrapped in one of my blankets, hair all messy and sexy after letting me get her off, while she looked at my work was making me feel a whole lot of things I didn’t know what to do with.