Army of You & Me (11 page)

“Sorry, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Cain heaved, pulling her tight to his chest. “That was
not
meant to happen.”

“Why are you sorry?” she asked. “I’m fine. Better than fine.” He grinned, setting them up. “We can go home and you know...” Madeline gave a shy shrug. “Try again.”

He slowly withdrew from her, his hand brushing against her over-sensitized flesh. She trembled all over again, wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed in contentment. That was definitely better than before. No fear. No pain. No worries. Just... Just damn.

Cain leaned forward and adjusted her bra, rebuttoned her cardigan, and brushed grass and earth from her knees. “I bet I have grass stains on my back.”

“That’s your own fault,” she said archly, getting to her feet to adjust her skirt into modesty. Cain stood and tugged his trousers into place and buttoned his own shirt.

“Good as new. Not at all molested by my girlfriend mere moments ago.”

“Am I?” she blurted. He sent her a look, and the smile that spread over her face felt goofy.

“Of course you are, silly mare.”

They walked back to Madeline’s house, with Madeline looking up at him every other minute in awe.

“What?” Cain asked as she opened the door for them both. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I don’t know.”

He grinned in triumph. “You love me.”

She slammed the door behind him. “I told you about that.”

“After everything on the bowling green, Miss Double Figures?” he teased, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Her mouth fell open. The actual audacity! “Doesn’t mean sod all.”

“I don’t believe you,” he said softly. In two steps he backed her against a wall, trapping her between the doorway and the mantelpiece above her fireplace. He caught the waistband of her skirt and unbuttoned it from top to bottom. “You know, I’ve had so many people tell me to watch
Mad Men
for Joan. All arse in tight skirts. No need. I can just watch you all day long. You don’t have a clue just how fucking sexy you are.”

Without a word he used those big, rough hands of his to massage the globes of her bottom. She wanted to grab them, force him to grip tighter, but that would be admitting defeat. Not when she wanted him to carry on with his self-proclaimed proof of love with his body. His thumbs traced over the slight dents where the material of her skirt had pressed against her skin, smoothing them away. “What am I doing?” he asked on her behalf. “Just looking after you. Like the man you love would.”

His mouth was a whisper away from hers and she went on her tiptoes to meet his mouth for a kiss. Instead, he suddenly dropped to his knees and rubbed his mouth against her stomach. Oh, dear lord. His hands dipped to her thighs, long slow strokes on the inside skin, tantalisingly close to where she really needed him to be if she asked. All she’d had to do was ask. Admit defeat and ask him.

“You look tense, sweetheart.” He grinned up at her. “Let me help you relax.”

He buried his face between her legs, catching her clit with gentle teeth and sucking on the bundle of nerves. She screeched loud enough for her busybody neighbour next door to bang on the corridor wall. He hooked her leg over his shoulder and carried on giving her long, slow
—
agonisingly slow
—
licks along her vulva. She was soaked from her own cream, the drag of his facial hair on her delicate skin enough to make her grip his hair and press him harder against her.
Close
, she thought, her head tilted back in joy,
so close
. He lifted his head and let her leg slide from his shoulder. Swiftly he turned her around and yanked her bottom towards him. He parted her cheeks and held her open to him for a moment.

“Hey hey hey!” she demanded. “You’re not relaxing me!”

He blew gently on her heated flesh; the cooler air sent a shudder over her that ran top to toe. “I’m not sensing that you want this.”

“What?”

His sigh again triggered tremors in her body. “I don’t know. Seems like you’d want this from a man you love. Not someone you don’t even like.”

“You manipulative bastard,” she heaved.

He dragged his bottom lip over her clit, lifting his chin to allow his stubble to massage her. “Not at all. Sex is always better with someone you love. And if you did…this would be nothing. You’d come so hard you’d wake up some time next week and not even care how many days you’ve missed.” He slowly rose to his feet, his body not even a scant millimetre from hers. Bracing his hands on her hips, he angled her against his erection. “If you did, you’d want me to fuck you right here. Slow at first. Until you tell me you can’t wait any more and then you can have whatever you want. You’d only need to say…”

If he carried on rubbing against her just like that, rocking his hips against her uncovered pussy, she wouldn’t need to say a word. With those big hands of his, he lifted her away from the tempting bulge in his jeans. “No, Madeline. You’re not getting it that easily.”

“Now I really don’t like you,” she fumed. Now she was so desperate for that release, her throat closed at the idea of letting those words loose once more.

“Madeline.” His voice was almost lyrical.

She gave a growl of disgust, more at herself than him. “Fine. I do.”

“Do what?”

Her eyes flickered open and she turned her head, reluctantly meeting his gaze. In his green-flecked eyes was such heat it took the breath from her lungs. Had anyone ever wanted her like that? “Love you,” she admitted. His mouth curled with satisfaction. “Now hurry up.”

His fingers delved between her folds and lightly explored her. “Tell me properly.”

“Ahh… I…” She arched into him, so tantalisingly close again. “I love you.”

“That’s my girl.” The sound of him unbuckling his belt was now the sweetest she’d heard. No panic, just delicious expectation, knowing what was so close to becoming real.

She heard the rustling of a condom wrapper before his swift and slick entry inside her. Oh, God that felt good. He held her still, pinned against the wall, her hips tight in his grasp. As soon as his full length was flush to the lips of her sex, he pressed his mouth to hers. In two deep strokes, she broke, bliss scattering over her skin.

He wasn’t finished with her. Swiftly, he lifted her from his cock only to turn her around and press her back to the wall. She grasped the mantelpiece for something to hold onto, ground her, only for him to impale her with his length again. He kissed her again. Deep kisses, flavoured with her unique cream, which only served to heighten every sensation. The feel of him inside her. How hard his muscles felt under her thighs. The graze of hair against her clit with each punch of his hips. Just how strong he was and how well he used that to give her pleasure.

She returned his kisses fiercely, tangling her tongue with his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He caught one leg with his hand and held it to the wall, opening her to him. His pace slowed, and he lifted his lips from hers to stare down at where they were joined. Pressing kisses to her neck and jaw, he pumped her with strong, deep thrusts that shook her whole body. Using his other hand to lightly circle her clit, he told her how good she felt, how it was better than he ever could have dreamed. Just as he’d promised, the orgasm that took her was intense, sending her body into seizures.

Gripping his shoulders, she muttered, “I take it back. I still don’t like you.”

Cain chuckled against the thundering pulse in her throat. “Okay, then.”

***

“Just like that,” he whispered, watching her move above him. One twist flung across her face, moving every so often with puffs of air that escaped from her parted mouth. Sweat misted her naked skin. One bead trickled over her cleavage and down her stomach. He wanted to grab her hips, move her harder, grind her into him, shove his cock deeper, but his delightful Madeline had tied his arms above his head, secured to the wooden rails of her bed.

It had only been a few days since they’d defiled the bowling green, and it was just like a reintroduction to sex. He thought he’d known how good it could be, but Madeline knew things he could never have dreamed of. It seemed their connection allowed her to show him just how sexual she was, far from innocent. The spur of orgasms, that would leave them both speechless for hours afterward, was enough for her to show him what she wanted. Hence, him tied to her bed with his own belt. A belt that had her teeth marks all over it.

He’d do anything to please her, and being under her control, for her to kiss, touch, and lick him wherever she wanted, was what pleased her right now. The naughty look in her eyes when she removed his cock from his jeans only to suckle the organ within the heat of her mouth would never fail to send a rush of blood to his groin. He’d been unable to move for the last twenty minutes. Being tied up had its damn good points, but now, he’d had enough but Madeline didn’t seem ready to give up her newly acquired position.

She leaned forward, framing his neck with her palms to kiss him, rolling her sweet breasts over his bare chest in tortuous circles.

“Untie me now,” he ordered, raising his knees behind her generous bottom, sending his dick deeper into her pussy in a single motion.

“Nope,” was her answer, before she rested back against his knees, moving herself up and down over his length. He was almost mesmerised by the sight of his cock, slick with her juices, delving inside her.

“Untie me.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, tightening the straps of the belt around his wrists. Damn. He’d almost had one hand free, enough to catch her by the arm, pull her beneath him, and pound her into the mattress just like he wanted to do, like he was desperate to do. This was delicious punishment, but punishment nonetheless.

“You have to let me loose sometime.”

“Then what?”

Good point. “Madeline!”

She smiled, reaching down to kiss his biceps, leaving little bite marks on his skin. “I like when you ask me nicely.”

“Madeline,” he murmured, lifting his head so he could meet her kiss. “This isn’t any fun.”

She grazed her nails over the length of his torso. “Are you sure?” She stroked a finger over what little of his cock remained exposed, the rest of his length snugly buried inside her, and allowed him to lick her essence from her skin. “What would be more fun?”

“Role reversal,” he grunted.

“Done already,” she reminded him on a whisper. “Don’t you remember?”

He could barely recall his name. What he wanted was for her to push down on him, let him thrust deeper into her, harder until they both came.

“You had me bent over the stairs.” Her voice came out in breathy gasps, in time with her slow movements over his cock. “And you spread my ass and asked if anyone had fucked me there.”

The memory sent him into a frenzy. Lifting his hips from the mattress, he thrust up into her in rapid movements. Her rosebud had looked so tight, he could have sworn no one had even slipped a finger inside. Then she’d promised him no one ever had, and he would be her first.

“Fuck!” He groaned, his movements uncontrollable as he pumped them both to orgasm. She tightened around him as she shrieked in delight. The irresistible grip of her pussy squeezed him over the edge. Body rigid, he drove deep into her, grunting his release at last.

“You’re a dirty man.” Madeline laughed, flopping down beside him. “I may just leave you there.”

“Woman!”

Obligingly, she untied the belt, and the blood rushed back into his muscles. He sat up and circled his limbs until he felt normal. Kinky little... She grinned at him, blinking innocently and clearly forgetting she was naked and post coital, not balancing a halo.