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“So, come and shower with me.” She flicks the cover off and stands, walking towards me. My eyes zero in on the sway of her bare hips and the nicely trimmed hair I had my tongue tangled in last night. “Cain.” She smiles, tucking her finger down the front of my shorts. “There's a lot of intention in those eyes and minimal action.” Another fingertip glazes over my damp pecs, her nails gently curling.
“I thought you wanted a ceasefire?” My brow challenges her as she smirks and shrugs a shoulder. My restraint is commendable. However, I can’t help wanting to touch her, so I cup her hip and let my fingers run up and down the slope of her arse. My fingers dance over the slightly raised line of welts. Hissing, she pouts her lips and smirks at me. I had sunk my teeth into the creamy flesh and licked the bright red mark before sinking into her warm cunt and losing myself in her tight pussy for hours. We had fucked, napped, fucked some more and when she had begged me to stop, cried out for me to let her rest, I’d spread her slippery thighs and feasted on her swollen slit.
“Are you really going to let me try to seduce you, then just leave me hanging?” She blinks innocently up at me. I slowly straighten from where I’m leaning.
“I have all day to fuck you, and I want you to trust me,” I say as those same delicate fingers palm my growing cock. My stomach tenses. “Bu—”
“So fuck me. That’s what this weekend is about, right?” Her small fist pumps me slowly. “I don’t plan to waste valuable time with small talk.” She tells me just so. Fuck, could she be any more perfect right now?
I grab just below her arse cheeks and hoist her up. “You’re not sore?” I ask, walking us towards my en-suite.
“I could ask you the same thing?” She quips her brow.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here,” I drawl.
“Don’t bother.” Her laugh is dirty, her head thrown back in a way that exposes her throat, her skin grows taut, and her eyes glitter with humour when she looks back at me. I watch her through hooded eyes, and her smile is slow, flirtatious. Her arms twine behind my neck, and her fingers sink into my hair.
“I told you my bedside manner was impeccable,” I murmur as she drops forward and sucks my lower lip into her mouth, big eyes watching me coyly. I turn the shower on and walk us straight under the spray. Her hair moulds into a silky curtain against her skin. She flashes a cute smile at me, and it’s at this moment that I remind myself why I wanted more than one night with her. She is inexcusably pretty. Delicate and dirty. She may dress demurely, but she fucks me like she hates the thought of only having a weekend. Like she is determined to walk away with my fingerprints inked into her skin and the sounds of her name leaving my lips as it plays on repeat in her ear.
“What about your shorts?” Her voice distorts when she tilts her head back against the water funnelling around us. I ignore her question and latch my mouth around her nipple and draw it into my mouth with a deep pull, my tongue massaging as my cheeks hollow. “Shorts, what shorts?” she moans, gripping my hair roughly.
“Lauren, stop talking.” I laugh, stepping to press her into the wall and undress. My shorts slide down easier than I expect. Her fingers delve into my hair, tilting my head away from her breast. “Yes?” I grin.
“Will it be weird if Perry and I stay friends after this weekend?” she asks, genuinely concerned for their friendship.
For fuck’s sake.
“I do not want to discuss that clown when I’m seconds from having sex with you.”
Her small nose wrinkles. “What, no foreplay?”
I capture her mouth quickly. Her gasp swells around my tongue, and I swallow it down. Her lips are soft, bruised, and when her tongue laces with my own, I grind my cock into the apex of her thighs. Her pussy parts, her wetness coating my flesh, and she whimpers, her eyes flickering against the spray, as I watch her gaze evaporate into a slumberous blur. “Your eyes are so fucking glazed.”
“Touch me.” Her voice is liquid, and her breasts brush against my chest. I keep my cock flush with her clit and grind my hips, teasing my cock. She’d sucked on the tip for an age last night, bringing me close to climax, and I’d held back, watching her tongue lap at her creamy cum coating me. I wanted to thrust to the back of her throat and claim it as my own, but there is something to be said for delayed gratification because watching my painfully hard cock sliding slowly in and out of her mouth had been biblical. Licking her parted mouth, I reach around and run my finger over her slick entrance. “Ah, Cain. I need to feel you inside.”
“You're swollen,” I groan, brushing my finger back and forth across her entrance. I dip my finger in, and she hisses, sobbing softly at the intrusion. “Lauren, you’re still sensitive.”
“I know,” she whimpers, flexing her thighs to open herself wide for me, and my finger slides deep. Her mouth drops open, her head lolling back. I coax my finger in and out, and when I press in for a third time, I add another finger, curling to massage her g-spot. She cries out, her voice splintering around the shower. Her narrow hips gyrate, and her fingers bite into my scalp,
“I want your cock, ” she begs, fucking my hand.
“Fuck.” Slipping free, I gather her arse cheeks and spread her as her hand grips my cock and positions me at her entrance.
“Cain?” The sound of my name spoken from another pair of feminine lips has Lauren going stiff in my arms.
“Fuck.”
“CAIN!”
Lauren struggles out of my hold and races to grab a towel. “What the hell?”
I move to reassure her, but she flinches away. “It’s my sister!” I hold my hands up as she attempts to cover herself, moving away from the doorway. “Lauren, I’m not the type of man to fuck around with multiple women.” She stares at me, worrying her lip beneath her teeth. “Just a sec!” I call, knowing Kat will have no qualms coming up here.
Lauren dabs her face. She looks ashen, and I realise there is more to this. I know all about her scumbag ex. I may only have basic intentions with this woman, but I’d never disrespect her like that.
“No, not just a sec!” Kat snaps, walking into my room. I yank Lauren’s towel and wrap it around myself, leaving her exposed, but out of view. She squeaks and scrambles to grab another, shooting an angry look my way.
My sister screeches with embarrassment. “Kat, fuck off. I’m not alone,” I snap. Her face flames bright red, and she quickly U-turns and rushes back through my apartment. “Make some coffee!” I shout.
