Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

“Ohh . . .”

He watched me carefully, then lowered his head to my chest. I could feel the hot, wet heat of his mouth as he pulled one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. Through my dress.

“Ahh!”

I nearly jumped off the bed at the pleasure of it. He fingered one nipple and rapped his tongue against the other. I realized I was close to orgasming, just from the way he was touching me. Plus, the slow, steady pressure of his cock against my pussy.

I whimpered, the sound full of need. I sounded like a cat in heat but I didn’t care. Cain switched nipples, working me over on the other side. My hands gripped his hips, pulling him harder against me. All of my earlier shyness was gone. I was practically begging him to pick up the pace, do something, anything, to ease the ache inside me.

“Cain . . . I want to . . . maybe these rules were a little too hasty.”

He lifted his head and looked at me.

“You want to what?”

“We could take just a few things off . . .”

“You said you wanted to wait.”

“I changed my mind. We should have sex. Right now.”

I couldn’t have made it any plainer. I waited, expecting him to rip my clothes off. Instead, he just stared at me, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

“No.”

Then he pulled my nipple into his mouth again like I’d never said anything. I stared at the ceiling in shock. He was turning down sex with me. I could have cried.

I don’t know how much time had passed before he started kissing his way down my body, staring up at me as he went. I was pretty sure I was delirious by then anyway. I was making little circles with my hips. My whole body felt restless. I needed something, I just wasn’t sure what.

I was pretty sure it included his cock, though.

Cain wedged his wide shoulders beneath my legs, lifting my thighs and settling them on his shoulders. His breath fanned the silk of my dress as I stared at him in fascination, wondering what he was going to do next. He dragged a finger over my pussy and I nearly wept with the pleasure of it. Then he stuck out his tongue and started licking me. It felt sinful, even through two layers of fabric. I moaned, close to blubbering as he dragged his tongue up my pussy to my clit and sucked on it.

I felt so empty, so achy and needy. I cursed myself for my stupid ‘no sex’ rule. Oh, and the whole clothes staying on thing was equally stupid.

“Please . . . just . . . can we take our clothes off now?”

“No.”

I would have paid him a thousand dollars to take my dress and panties off in that moment. Cain must be as turned on as I was if the way he was devouring me was any indication. But apparently, Cain was made of sterner stuff than I was.

“Cain!”

He rubbed his face on my pussy through the silk of my dress and the lace of my panties. I could feel everything. I almost jumped as the silk slid out of the way and his tongue pressed against my panties. He stared at me as he slowly pulled my dress down. I watched in despair as he held it there with his other hand.

The silk was pulled tightly over my aching mound as he started again, licking and sucking and tapping his tongue over my clit. That finally did it.

“I’m going to—”

He paused, staring at me. Then he pushed his tongue inside my swollen pussy lips, pressing through the fabric, and rubbed my clit with his thumb.

I screamed as the orgasm hit me, my body arching completely off the bed. Cain did not let up for a second. He was doing something with his tongue inside me. Flexing it or something. It would have been hard to describe, even if I had been able to talk instead of just blubbering.

His thumb slowed slightly as I eased back onto the bed. I felt as light as a feather, but heavy and relaxed at the same time. I’d never experienced anything like it. I’d touched myself, of course, but I’d never come this hard or close to it.

Cain was much, much better at getting me off than I was.

I blinked sleepily at him, his handsome face framed by my trembling thighs. His hand stroked the bare skin of my lower leg. His chin rested on my pubic bone. I shuddered, not quite finished coming yet, apparently.

I didn’t know what to say. ‘Thank you’ seemed woefully inadequate. But Cain didn’t have the same issue.

He knew exactly what to say.

“Again.”

Chapter Seven

Cain

“Eeeee!”

Kelly was squealing like a banshee as I ground her from behind. I held her juicy hips steady as I pushed myself against her. I was close to fucking popping, and we both still had our clothes on.