Buttons and Shame (Buttons 4)

And it was working.

He rose to his feet again and rubbed his cock between my cheeks. His hands pressed against the mattress on either side of the bed, and I suspected he would fuck me just like that. He dipped his head and kissed my shoulder again, trailing kisses all the way up my neck. His cock throbbed against my cheeks, more of his arousal dripping into the crack.

He pulled his warm body away from mine then grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the bed.

I tilted my hips and pressed my ass into the air. My thighs separated, and I prepared for that enormous cock that was about to stretch me wider than any other man had before.

He moved behind me then pressed more kisses along my spine. “As beautiful as this angle is, it’ll have to wait for another time.” He rolled me onto my back then positioned me until my head rested back on the pillow.

He moved on top of me, his powerful body dominating mine while the fire crackled in the hearth. The light from the flames glowed behind him, reaching up to the ceiling. He positioned one of my legs over his shoulder then kissed the inside of my knee. His lips slowly moved up my thigh and to my soaked entrance.

My hands rested on the bed on either side of me, and they immediately tugged at the sheets. My nipples were hard as the tip of a knife. He moved his mouth to my other leg and kissed the sensitive skin until he reached the apex of my thighs.

I immediately closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I never felt this good with Tristan—not once.

Cane moved up my body and parted my thighs with his arms. His wrists locked behind my knees as he spread me wide apart. His strong physique moved over me, and he stopped his face just inches from mine.

His cock pressed against my wet folds, electrifying me the second we touched. “I would never hurt you.” He rocked his hips and rubbed his cock over my folds. “I would never lie to you. I want you to know that.”

My hands moved up his chest, feeling the solid slab of muscle I’d touched many times. His touch and words were gentle. Everything about this was different from my previous experiences. I felt like a person, not just a warm body.

He kissed me slowly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth before he breathed into my lungs. His kiss was just as intoxicating as before, full of purposeful attention and sexy embraces. He kissed me like he loved me, even if I didn’t mean anything to him.

He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and slowly pushed. He moaned once he felt the pool of moisture between my lips.

Now that he was entering me, all I could think about was the brutal way Tristan shoved himself inside me. That man didn’t try to make me feel comfortable. He didn’t give my body any time to adjust to him. He pushed himself inside me violently and groaned when I bled all over the sheets. When I cried, he fucked me harder, calling me a stupid whore.

I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

My hands automatically pressed against his chest, stopping him from moving inside me any farther.

Cane broke our kiss and gave me a ruthless glare. “Do you trust me?”

“What…?” I had expected him to say anything else but that.

“You love kissing me. You love sucking me. And you’ll love this. Stop thinking about everything else and just think about me.”

My arms hooked around his neck because I wanted to cling to him. He was the only man who’d been civil to me, and now I relied on him as the only friend I had. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“No, it’s not. I’ll go easy on you. I’ll make you come—like I always do.”

“But—”

He sealed his mouth over mine and silenced my words with a kiss. His cock slowly moved farther inside me, every inch stretching me wide apart. It’d been a week since a man had entered me, and that was enough time to let my body heal. Now it was widening again, adjusting to the size of Cane’s impressive length.

My hands moved to his arms, and I gripped his biceps just to have something to grab on to.

“Jesus Christ…” He slowly slid the rest of the way, only a few inches of his length remaining outside my body. He stopped kissing me because all he could do was breathe into my mouth.

I did the same. It was the only time a man had felt good inside me. It didn’t hurt like it did all the other times, at least, not in a painful way. The discomfort was subtle, and the pleasure was in the foreground, taking all of my attention. My arousal leaked from my entrance and down my crack to the sheets below me. He hadn’t even begun to move inside me, but it already felt good.