Hot Water (24 page)

I never thought a guy would be telling me to slow down. I didn’t think that was possible, if he really wanted me. I look into his eyes. “Are you saying that because
you
might regret it?”

His laugh tickles my chin. “There is no way I would ever regret being with you.
No way
, Cicily. But . . .
you
might, if it isn’t everything you want.”

I spread my legs further and press into his groin, feeling his arousal against me. “You are already everything I want,” I urge him, and when he tilts his head down, unable to look into my eyes anymore, I kiss his forehead, my lips lingering there. “Please kiss me.”

This time, nothing about our lips meeting is gentle. Our mouths positively collide, and he ravishes me, his tongue probing deep inside me, wanting, needing to be closer to me. “Do you want me to make love to you?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He runs his fingers down my back and cups my backside, then breathes into my ear, “We can’t do it here.”

“Why?” I groan, kissing my way down his chest.

“Because when I have you . . . I want all of you. I want to hear every noise you make, I don’t want us to have to subdue anything because someone might be nearby. I want to completely concentrate on you.”

“Okay,” I say into the smooth, salty skin of his chest. “My dad usually goes out to the bars on Saturday nights. He won’t be there.”

He picks me up in his arms and we practically race to the bungalow. I don’t remember much of it because I’m practically drunk with desire. My nipples are erect and swelling painfully against my bikini top, and my whole body is physically aching for him. So when we slip into the backyard of the bungalow, I’m disappointed to see that the lights are on. Beyond the blinds, I can see the white glow of the television set. “Shit,” I say. “Maybe he’s staying in.”

He turns me to him, pressing against me so I can feel his erection.
This is so unfair
, I think, just as he says, “It’s okay. We can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I pout, feeling brazen and sure.

“Look, Cicily,” he whispers into my hair. “I’m not going anywhere. I didn’t come here for sex. I came here because I can’t be without you. I need you. Not your body.
You
.”

He presses kisses into my hairline, then finds my mouth in the darkness and kisses me deeply. Nothing in my life has ever felt this perfect, and I can’t imagine ever feeling this way again. I whisper, “I made you wait long enough. Come here.”

I lead him toward the back of our little bungalow, to the outdoor shower there. The houses nearby are closely pressed together, and the shower is exposed to all of them, but it’s very dark, save for the small amount of light streaming from the nearby windows and the glow of the full moon. I guide him toward a nearby bench. “Sit.”

I turn on the faucet and warm water sprays down on me. Tilting my head up, I let it pour over me, then run my hands through my hair, rinsing the salt and sand from it. Then, I turn my back to him, reach up and untie my bikini, tossing it over my shoulder to him. In the semi-darkness, I can see that he is rapt, enjoying the striptease, as I slip my fingers in between the strings of my bikini bottom and wiggle myself out of them. When I step out of them, I lean forward, making sure my ass is right in his face.

He groans. “There are no words for you. You’re exquisite.”

I’ve never felt so sexy. I snake my hands behind his back and pull him off the seat, toward me, pressing every inch of myself against him. My nipples rub against his bare chest, but it’s not enough. He wraps me in his arms for a moment and we just let the warm water soak our bodies. It feels so amazing and yet so constricting, having him so close to me. But it’s not enough. I want more. He leans in gently and nibbles on my ear. “Have you ever come?”

Sheepishly, I nod. “The night I stayed late in your office. I had a dream about you . . . I couldn’t control myself. So I went back to that apartment and touched myself all night long. And several times since then. Always while thinking of you.”

He raises his eyebrows. “That was the first time?”

I nod.

“And you think of
me
?” He seems shocked by this, as if he doesn’t realize what power he holds over women. “That’s . . . hot. Can you show me?”

My breath hitches. “
What
?”

He takes me out of the stream of water and sits me down on the bench, kneeling in front of me. Then he takes my hand. “Show me what you do. To make yourself come.”

I look around, all at once aware that I’m naked in the dark, in my backyard. What didn’t bother me a moment ago suddenly makes me blush. “I don’t know. Someone might see . . .”

He leans forward and kisses me. “No, they won’t, baby.”

Ordinarily, I’d be mortified, but he’s looking at me with such tenderness, and when he guides my hand between my legs, I don’t even flinch. I’ve never felt hotter. So I start moving my finger in circles on myself, shivering in the first evening breezes from the ocean. My nipples are so, so hard, and I feel like any touch would cause me to explode. Caden stays between my legs, watching me intently, then pushes my legs further apart so that I might break in two. It’s so dark I can barely make out his expression, urging me on. I’m exposed to him in a way I’ve never been, to anyone. I feel his hot breath mixing with the cool breeze, and my juices are running freely out of me. I close my eyes. I begin moving in faster circles, smearing my wetness over my body as I pinch at my nipples with my other hand. Suddenly I feel the gentlest touch on my clit. I open my eyes and see Caden’s face between my legs, lapping at me with his tongue. I gasp. Oh, my god. “Caden, what are you . . .” I begin, trying to straighten.

“Shhh,” he whispers, easing me back down. He sucks until I’ve lost all inhibition, and all I can think is that I want more, more, more. I pull him to me, and he smashes his face into me, digging his tongue deeper and deeper.

I moan. There has never been any better feeling than this. “Oh, Caden . . .”

The pain and pressure is now building to a climax and I know I can’t take much more. I’m mewling and groaning like a wild animal, shuddering in violent waves, grabbing the back of his head and grinding it between my legs, harder, deeper. I just want more of him. And without warning, Caden forces a finger into me. I suck in my breath. If this is the way his finger feels in me, I can’t even imagine being able to control myself for a second when we’re making love. He begins to pull his finger in and out, and after only the second or third thrust, I’ve lost all sense of who I am, where I am, and the wrongness of what we’re doing. My body tenses, and all I can think of is that I’ve never felt more right, more perfect. “Oh, God, Caden!” I groan, as waves of pleasure crash over my body.

He throws a hand over my mouth, laughing. “Shhh, baby. Your dad.”

I straighten on the bench, still shuddering, and he pulls me to him, feeding me his tongue. It tastes warm and musky, but not terrible. “You taste yourself?” he breathes. “You taste so sweet, like fucking candy. Nobody’s done that for you?”

I shake my head, shivering like crazy as he wraps himself around me until the trembling stops. Emboldened, I quickly reach down and tug him out of his board-shorts. His cock springs forward. It’s the first one I’ve seen, and it’s fascinating. He whispers softly to me that I don’t have to do anything, that I’ve done enough, but I need this. I am not sure what to do, but I know what I want to do. I want to make him feel good. He deserves that much. So I let that guide me. I fall to my knees and begin to suckle his balls.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, which makes me wonder if I’m doing something wrong. I look up. He’s grasping the shower head in a death-grip, his chest is rising and falling in short, uneven bursts, and his eyes are closed. “You’ve done this before.”

“No, I haven’t,” I murmur, licking and slurping everywhere, wanting to taste all of him. “Is this okay? Does it feel all right?”

“Oh, fuck. Yeah baby,” he groans. So I know what to do. I take the head of his cock into my mouth, feeding it into me, slowly at first, then working my way toward the base. I make a circle with my thumb and forefinger and so I am completely surrounding him, pumping him just slightly in and out of my mouth at first. Then, when I get the hang of it, I take him all the way, feeling the tip of his cock scrape the back of my throat, and grab his backside, urging more of him into me. He complies by grabbing the back of my head and fucking my mouth roughly, feeding himself fully to me. I love the taste of him, the powerful feeling of making him shiver in the night air like this. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.”

He lets out one low groan and begins to shudder, and suddenly I feel him come. His cum is warm and fills my mouth as he throbs between my lips. I do not stop swallowing until he’s completely dry.

He pulls my face up to his and kisses me deeply. “That was . . . baby, that was . . .” He’s quivering, so he doesn’t need to say more.

“You don’t have to call me baby. I’m not one,” I whisper.

“I know.”

 We clean each other under the showerhead, soaping each other up and rinsing each other off. Caden gently runs his hands over my body, as if memorizing each feature, and before long, his erection has returned.

“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, pulling me to him for another kiss. “I don’t know how I’m going to live without you, now that I’ve seen you like this.”

I don’t want him to go. But I know he can’t stay. I feel the first pangs of emptiness, at the thought of not having him near me. I already know I need to see him again.

He must know it, too, because he slips his board-shorts on and says, his voice husky, “Can you come to my apartment tomorrow? Tell your dad you have to go home from here early. Whenever you get to the city, text me. I’ll pick you up at Penn.”

I nod. “What time?”

He leans in and kisses me, cupping my backside with both hands. “Any time. Seriously. The earlier, the better.” He groans again. “God, I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to lose you, not even for a minute. Can I just take you with me now?”

I smile and start to explain, but he cuts me off.

“I know. Your dad.” He laughs. “And he probably wouldn’t want me sleeping over.”

I grin. “Probably not.”

“All right.” He kisses me again, this time, on the tip of the nose. “I’ll never forget tonight, Cicily. I’m serious. It . . . you . . . all of it . . . was amazing.”

I feel weak, drunk, from the way he’s looking at me. So much desire. It’s everything I’ve wanted, since the moment I met him. And I already know this is something I’ll never forget. You never forget dreams come true.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Caden

I’m flying on the way home, though it’s nearly one in the morning, all I can think about is getting home and making everything perfect for her.

God, it was the hardest thing, having to leave. I think about the way she laid there, her tits pointed up toward the moonlight, moaning and shuddering as I tasted her. And fuck, she was so sweet. She wanted me so much, in a way I never thought I would deserve. How could I ever have thought this was wrong? She’s so fucking right for me, it’s insane. It’s not even a choice.

When I hand my keys to the valet and climb up in the elevator, the first thing that strikes me when the elevator doors are open is that the lights are on. I haven’t been home in hours, so I know someone is there.

Shit. Andrea. I smell her perfume before I see her. I hear noises in the hallway. She’s sitting cross-legged on the plush white rug with a glass of red wine, her favorite, surrounded by piles of gifts and envelopes. She looks up at me with a thin smile. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not here for you. You weren’t going to get yourself together and send back these gifts, so I figured I had to.”

“I was going to get to it,” I say.

She sits back and takes a sip of her wine. “When?”

“Not now. It’s nearly two in the morning.”

“Not
ever
, knowing you,” she says with a roll of her eyes.

I shrug, and rub my eyes, feeling some sand gritting there. “Look, I’ve been getting the emails from your mom. Tell her to forward any bills to my accountant. I’ll take care of them.”

She snorts. “Like you took care of the gifts?”

“Oh, come on. I’ve already gotten death threats from half your family. Your dad has pitted the entire Texas beef industry against me. I’ll be lucky if I’m allowed to eat another hamburger sometime in my lifetime. Can’t we be a little more mature about this?”

She lets out a long, ironic laugh. “Mature?”

I shrug. “Yeah.”

She pushes her back against the wall, pulls her legs under her, and stands, still holding the wine. When she continues to lean against the wall, I recognize the glazed look in her eye. I’ve never seen it on her, per se, only on countless other girls at bars. She’s been drinking for a while. “That’s funny, coming from you,” she says, staring at the ceiling. “I was so close to marrying you. We’d be in Venice right now. But instead, here I am, having a conversation about maturity with you. It’s ironic.”

I smirk at her. “Don’t tell me you care. You walked out of this apartment without so much as a tear two weeks ago. If only your family could be as unemotional.”

She scowls. “My family is my family. I have no control over what they do. But
me
, cry over you? I’m not a baby.” Then her face transforms into a smile as she moves close to me. She walks her fingers up the front of my t-shirt and sing-songs, “Speaking of babies . . .”

I know where this is headed. I stick my chin up as she caresses my jaw. I don’t know how this small movement leaks anything, but somehow it does, to her.

She says, “So it’s true? You’re fucking a kid?”

I stiffen. “We’re done. It’s not any of your business.”

She laughs. “The whole city knows about it.”

“It’s not any of their business, either.”

“Well, I just think she must be some incredible fuck if you’re willing to give up your career over her.”