How is it possible that my orgasm is already building? He’s barely touched me and I’m already dying to come.
Cav buries his hands in my dripping hair and takes my mouth, shifting and angling our lips for deeper access. The vibrator presses harder against me, and I groan into the kiss.
He pulls back, putting an inch between our lips. “Can’t ever get enough of you, Greer.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
“It’d be impossible.” He releases his grip on my hair, and his hands skim down the wet skin of my shoulders to cup my breasts. “You’re so fucking perfect. These tits.” He squeezes before pinching my nipples between the thumb and index finger of each hand. He releases them and continues downward, pulling the vibe away so one hand can cup me between my legs. “This gorgeous pussy.” And then finally, his palms trail around my hips to grip both cheeks of my ass. “This heart-stopping ass.”
“Glad you like them.” My words come out on a half laugh.
“You’re so much more than that, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate them like you deserve.” Two fingers reach into the crease and press against the plug. “I think it’s time this comes out.”
With a quick tug, it comes free, and I feel empty. From the look in Cav’s eyes, I know I won’t feel that way for long.
His cock is hard, pressing into my belly. “How do you want me?”
“Any way I can have you.”
The plug clinks against the tile as it lands on the floor. Cav’s hand wraps around mine and the vibe. “We’re going to play first.”
He circles it around my clit, and my legs part instinctively. “Put one hand against the wall and keep this on your clit.”
He lets go and I follow his orders, turning to press my free hand to the wall.
“I loved fucking you in front of that mirror, seeing your face as you came.” The head of his cock nudges against the entrance to my pussy. “But since I can’t see your face now, you’re going to have to let me hear how it feels.”
There’s no pause before he thrusts, burying his cock inside me. I moan, arching my back.
“Keep that toy on your clit, baby. I want to hear you scream when you come on my cock.”
Before he starts to thrust, I hear the pop of the cap of the lube and the thick, cool substance slides down my crack. Cav’s thumb presses against me and penetrates.
Cock, vibe, and finger. I’m not going to last long.
He works me over in alternating strokes until my legs shake and my moans turn to screams of pleasure as my orgasm slams into me. We both pause for only a moment before Cav pulls out and presses his cock against my back entrance.
“You’re gonna come again for me, baby. Fill your pussy with that toy.”
I slip it inside, the vibrations sending shock waves through me in the aftermath of my orgasm. Cav presses into me at the same time, the streaks of dark pleasure twisting together with the burn and stretch as his cock sinks inside.
I don’t think I’ll ever totally adjust to having his cock in my ass. It’s always going to feel too full, and with the vibe inside me, it’s an even tighter fit.
“Fuck yourself with it in opposition to my strokes. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”
I nod, and when he pulls back and fucks into me, I find the rhythm and match it perfectly opposite. I’m moaning, on the verge of a full-body climax. Every inch of my skin seems to shimmer with the intensity of what we’re doing. In and out, vibe and cock. I’ve never felt anything this intense in my life.
I can’t hold back the scream that comes with the orgasm. I drop the vibrator, my body writhing against Cav’s.
“Fuck. I’m coming.” He pulls me close, wrapping both arms around me as he presses his lips to my shoulder to muffle his roar.
Pulse after pulse, I feel his orgasm. We lean against the shower wall, arms braced for support, for long moments. When Cav finally pulls out, I’m limp, barely able to stand on my own. He washes us both again, and lifts me out of the shower before wrapping me with a towel.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers as he dries me off and carries me to bed. “I love you, Greer.”
“I love you too,” I mumble as I drift off to sleep.
The only thing I want to do is stay in this bed, wrapped around Greer, and shut the entire world out, but the nonstop buzzing of my cell phone makes that impossible.
Grabbing it off the side table, I frown at the display. It’s Banner. I saved her number the night I texted myself from her phone in the bar before Operation Snatch Greer. She must have figured out a way to restore the texts if she’s got my number back. I’m not all that surprised at her resourcefulness.
“Hello?”
“Jesus, I thought you’d never answer your damn phone, and Greer still doesn’t have hers, and there’s an epic shitstorm unrolling right now.”
Fuck. What now?
“What’s going on?”