Page 95 of Cain

There was none of the gentleness I’d come to expect from him then as he pulled me to my feet, turned me, yanked down my pants and panties, then pushed me up onto the bed on all fours.

But instead of panic, like I might have felt in the past, all I felt was need and trust. Because I knew that no matter what, Cain was tuned into me and my comfort, that he would never be so rough with me that he’d hurt me.

He massaged my ass with one hand as he reached for the nightstand to grab protection with the other.

“So wet for me,” he groaned as he spread my legs wider, then pushed a hand to the center of my back and pushed my upper body down.

My belly flip-flopped.

Then I felt him move in closer.

There was no teasing, no warning.

One second he was positioning me.

The next, he was surging deep inside me.

And I was suddenly thankful for the position he’d put me in when the bedding muffled the deep moan that escaped me at the now-familiar stretch of him.

Cain’s hands went to my hips, fingers sinking in. Then he was fucking me. There was no other word for it. He was hard and fast, borderline rough.

And all I could do was moan and whimper into the bedding, hoping that the bikers showing up for their meeting didn’t hear me as the orgasm drew closer and closer.

“Fuck,” he groaned when my hips started slamming back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as my walls tightened around him, then the pleasure shot through me.

Cain’s hand went to the back of my neck, pressing my face into the bedding as I cried out.

But when he released me and I turned my head to suck in deep breaths, I found him still deep inside me, still hard.

Then, just as I realized, he was moving away, only to drop down beside me.

“Get up here and ride me,” he demanded, pulling me until I straddled him.

“You okay?” he asked as I hesitated, a little sizzle of anxiety working its way through me.

“I, um. I don’t… this isn’t…”

His face softened as his hands started to rub up and down my thighs.

“I like the idea of you being in control,” he said, immediately understanding that Perry never would have allowed that. “I want you to show me exactly what you like,” he added as his hands reached for my shirt, starting to pull it upward.

He folded up to remove it, then pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “If you want to try, that’s fine. If you don’t, that’s just as fine,” he said, his forehead pressed to mine.

Then he lowered back down, his gaze sliding over my body. And I knew he was appreciating, not looking for flaws, not judging, just enjoying.

I lifted up over him, then lowered down, a soft moan escaping me at the swell of sensation.

“There you go,” Cain groaned, his chest expanding, then slowly releasing.

Then his hands just moved over me as I tested out movements, as I found what felt good.

He didn’t make demands, didn’t guide me, just enjoyed it as I drove myself up, moving faster and faster as I got closer.

The orgasm coursed through me in a slow, deep wave, making me fold forward as they kept coming and coming.

I was still pressed against him, my face buried in his neck, as he started to thrust up into me, taking me down from one climax and driving me toward the next.

He hooked an arm around my waist, holding me tight to him as he kept thrusting until he found his own release.