The devil

His cock pulses beneath me. “What did you say?”

I make a lazy circle over the fabric, inching closer to my clit. “What do you think?”

He zeroes in on the damp spot forming beneath my fingers. “I think you’re a girl who’s easily corrupted by all the bad things in life.”  

I slip two digits inside my panties, catching the wetness on them. “It’s kind of sweet you think I’m so i

His expression turns pained with lust and I know I’ve got him right where I want him. “That’s because you are.”

Removing my hand, I hold up my glistening fingers. “Well, if I’m an angel, what would that make you?”

“Right now?” He leans in, his mouth a mere centimeter from the fluid I’m teasing him with. “The Devil.” He sucks my fingers into his mouth and groans. “Because one taste of you won’t be enough.”

Butterflies fill my belly, but a vicious wave of arousal chases them all away when he starts stroking me through my underwear. “Tell me what happened next.”

I have to pinch myself to make sure this is actually happening and it’s not another fantasy of mine. “She said she didn't know what to do...so her brother...he...”

“He what?”

His knuckle grazes my clit and I suck in a breath. “He offered to show her.”

“Fuck.” He squeezes his erection through his pants. “Did they taste your pretty pussy at the same time?”

“Yes.” I’m so turned on I can barely breathe. “It felt so good.”

“I bet it did.” A shiver runs through me when he moves my panties to the side and slides his finger past my swollen lips, easing his way in. “God, you’re so tight.” A wet sound fills the room as he drives through my slickness and I buck against his hand. “So fucking tight.”

With a grunt, he drops to his knees. “Spread your legs.”

The moment I do, he buries his face between my thighs and starts lapping at me like an addict who’s consuming his next hit.

“Did they kiss you like this?” he grunts between long licks that have my legs shaking.

I start to speak, but the sound of his zipper cuts me off. Heat rises to my cheeks when I look down at his cock. It’s thick and veiny, the shiny pink head teasing his navel. It’s crazy finally seeing what I’ve been fantasizing about for years.

Another finger enters me, stretching me so much it almost hurts. “You didn't answer the question.”

“Yes,” I moan, and he kisses a languid path up my slit, rewarding me. My nails dig into his shoulders when his kisses turn frantic, his tongue hitting all the right spots. “Please don't stop.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and I rock against his jaw, seeking more.  

“That’s it,” he rasps as he begins fucking me with his fingers. “Be a good girl and come on my face.”

His lips fasten onto my clit and the pressure between my legs detonates, sending me off. “Oh, God.”

Cain holds my gaze as I whimper and writhe, moaning his name like it’s the last word I’ll ever say as he consumes my orgasm.

I lay there breathless, so far gone I'm not sure I'll ever come back. I knew it would be good with Cain, but the real thing far exceeded my expectations.

With a smirk, he removes his fingers from my pussy, smears my cum on his dick, and pumps it nice and slow.

Then he stands, positioning his hard-on directly in front of me, giving me a privileged front-row seat to the show. I’m so transfixed all I can do is stare, watching in fascination as a pearly drop forms on his tip.

Curious, my tongue comes out for a quick taste and he groans, working his hand up and down his shaft rapidly. “Open.”

When I do, he winds my hair in his fist and thrusts, shoving his dick so far down my throat I gag. “Swallow.”

That’s the only warning I get before his body tenses and his release fills my mouth. There’s so much it starts dripping down my chin, but I do my best to get down every drop.

I’m so focused on the task I don’t catch the shift in Cain’s demeanor.

Not until he pushes me off him, looking about as guilty as a priest who committed murder. “Fuck.”

“What—”

A string of curses leaves him as he tucks his dick inside his pants. “This was a mistake.”

Wiping my mouth, I push to my feet. “What’s wrong?”

He gestures between us. “This can’t happen again.”

“Why—”

“You know why, Eden.”

I cross my arms over my chest, feeling so vulnerable I could cry. “I’m—”

“Don’t be sorry.” His jaw bunches and he backs away. “And don’t be a fucking liar.”

I shake my head. “I don’t—”

“Viola Cesario,” he spits.

Shame barrels into me so rapidly my knees buckle. I should have known Cain was a Shakespeare fan, considering I know almost everything else about him.

He runs a hand down his face. “I’m a good guy, Eden.” His expression turns stern, like a parent explaining something to a small child. “But I’m still a guy. Don’t tempt me like that again, because I’ll only end up breaking your heart, and you need someone to make sure you’re…” His voice trails off and he shrugs helplessly. “Don’t hurt the only person who ever gave a fuck about you, okay?”

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I would never. I love—”

“No, you don't.” His eyes flicker with rage and he points a finger at my face. “Stop telling yourself shit like that before you fuck up both our lives.” He kicks the coffee table, sending the popcorn and soda flying across the room. “I’m so close to wi

With that, he stalks off…leaving me there with a broken heart and the lingering taste of him in my mouth.

I was so close to getting everything I ever wanted too.