Caught in Us (Caught Series Book 4) - Kacey Shea (e manga reader .txt) 📗

else you’ve been with or how many partners you’ve had since me.”

“None.”

My gaze snaps up to meet her stare.

“Yeah, so if anyone has something to be embarrassed about, it’s me.”

I’m not shocked by much, but this takes me by surprise. “You didn’t sleep with anyone else?”

“Not since our summer together.”

“Fuck.” It might make me a caveman, but that admission strokes my ego. A smile spreads across my lips as I pepper kisses on her belly. “So what you’re saying is that I ruined you for all other men?”

“Oh, my God.” She throws her head back and laughs. “It’s not like I had time. I was pregnant and raising a baby in another country.”

“Admit the truth.” I fall to my knees and press her thighs open. My lips are dangerously close to her center. My mouth waters at her arousal, but this back and forth teasing is too fun to abandon just yet. “My cock is the only one you want inside you.”

“Maybe, before you started boasting about it.” She pushes up on her elbows, meeting my gaze with challenge. The hint of her smirk and the sass of her words send a thrill down my spine. “Now I’m not so sure.”

“Then let me remind you. But first . . .” I lick my lips. I’ve been dying for this. “I need to taste you.” Any smart reply dies on her lips as my mouth moves to her pussy. I kiss her, allowing her body to guide my moves. I find her clit with my tongue and I’m rewarded with gasps of pleasure. They spur me on. I’m determined to draw at least one orgasm out of her before I get mine. Even better if she comes all over my face.

“Yes.” Her fingers dig into my scalp. “There. Right there. Oh, fuck yes.” She holds me to her as if there’s anywhere else I’d try to go.

Time no longer passes by in minutes. I measure it with each breathy moan, each erotic gasp, and by the tremble of her thighs wrapped around my head. I lose myself in her pleasure. My only goal is to drive her over the edge.

“God! Yes! Fuck!” Her moans turn to screams as her orgasm rips through her. Her legs shake and I don’t stop eating her out until the last aftershock runs through her body. She’s so fucking wet. The evidence of her pleasure is thick in the air.

I stand up and reach for one of the condoms, wrapping myself in latex. My cock swells, aching to be wrapped in her wet heat. I won’t last, that’s for damn sure, so instead of crawling over her body, I wrap my hands around her thighs and hold her legs so they’re resting on my chest. I pull my hips back and line my cock up at her entrance before easing in slow.

A hiss leaves my mouth at the same time she groans. In and out. Finding our rhythm, I make each stroke long and hard, moving my hips to an imaginary song.

“More,” she begs, her legs spreading wide. She reaches a hand between us, her fingers moving to rub her clit. Her hair spreads across the sheets in a beautiful mess. “Chase. More.”

Sweat beads on my skin. I grab her ankles for balance and increase the pace of my thrusts. The slap of our skin as our bodies come together tightens my balls. Fuck. It’s so good. Too good. “Take it.” I slam into her harder. “Fuck.” I groan, holding back the urge to come. “Take this cock.” My hips thrust forward. “You want this?”

“Yes,” she chants. “Yes. Yes. Please.”

“That’s right.” I pull out slowly, until only the tip remains before slamming back in. “This is my pussy,” I grunt, doing it again. “This is where I belong.”

“Oh, God.” Her fingers work faster against her clit. “Fuck me.” She pants, her muscles beginning to shake. “Harder.”

I give her everything. Thrusting my hips. Giving in. Coming home. A familiar tingle starts at the base of my spine but I stave off my orgasm. I don’t want this to be over. Not when she’s so close. Her thighs tremble. And then she’s there, falling over, calling out as pleasure overtakes this moment. She cries out and her moans mix with mine as her pussy grips my cock, milking it with her release.

“Fuck. Yes.” I tumble over the edge, following her as my own orgasm hits. I pull out as an extra precaution as my seed fills the condom. I instantly miss the connection. Crawling over her body, my mouth finds hers with an overwhelming need to kiss her. We make out as our bodies come down from the high of shared pleasure. My pulse slows and my heart returns to a normal rate, but something between us shifts, strengthening a bond I can’t ignore.

Our bodies are sticky with sweat and the room smells like sex. I don’t want to move off of her, but I’m sure this can’t be comfortable. I carefully roll to the side, then cup my junk before hopping off the bed to discard the condom in the bathroom. I wash up, then head back into the bedroom.

I stop short in the door frame, my brain scrambled for a second.

Alicia laid out on my bed, naked and satisfied, with a content smile on her lips is about the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

She bites her lip, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

I walk to the edge of the bed and lay next to her, running a hand along her thigh. “I say we take a snack break.”

“I could eat.” She shifts on her side, snuggling into my chest. Her fingers absently trace the patterns of my tattoos.

“And drink water. Hydration is important.”

“You’re really good with this stuff. Ever consider a career as a first responder? You’d make a great EMT.”

My mouth falls open, laughter shaking my chest as I reach down and give her ass a swat.

“Hey!”