I roll my eyes at his arrogance, but tug open the drawer and pull out the bottle, nonetheless.
He tips his chin my way. “Take your clothes off.”
“Anything else, your highness?”
With a smug grin, he arches a brow at me, continuing to stroke his length.
Reaching behind me, I yank my shirt over my head, shoving my pants down next. I don’t bother with a sexy show of removing my clothes because I’m too worked up for that. Climbing onto the bed, I move to position myself between his legs, but he stops me with a hand on the arm.
“Lie down,” he rasps, rolling onto his side to face me.
His warm, rough, calloused hand wraps around my length, and I hiss from the contact. It feels so fucking good. Everything he does to my body feels good. Leaning in, his lips brush mine, the kiss soft, almost sweet, but not for long. His tongue slashes into my mouth, sweeping over mine, tasting, teasing, sucking. My hands fly up to his hair, threading through the still-damp strands, his circling my waist, pulling me closer.
We become nothing more than clashing teeth and tongues, limbs entangled in one another. His hand palms the swell of my ass as our stiff lengths rut into each other, the friction too much and not quite enough at the same time.
Caspian’s lips leave mine, trailing along my jaw, down to my neck. The way he’s sucking on the skin, I know there will be a bruise tomorrow. That turns me on way more than it should, being marked by him. He reaches between our bodies, wrapping his hand around both of us, and my hips can’t help but thrust into his tight grip.
“Fuck, Cas…”
He chuckles against my throat, a shudder rolling through me. “What do you want?” he asks.
“You,” I moan. “I want you inside me right now.”
Clicking his tongue at me, he says, “Always so impatient.”
“Caspian…” I growl, trying to roll us so I can get on top, but he’s stronger. “Please.”
“So needy,” he replies almost absentmindedly as he grabs the lube, the sound of the cap flicking open sparking my burning hot desire. “So desperate to feel me stretch you open, hmm?”
He remains on his side while he shoves me onto my back, hiking my left leg over his thigh, opening me up to him. A visible shiver takes over when I feel his cool, slick fingers press against my entrance. I gasp as he shoves one long digit in, followed by a second. Cas isn’t a gentle man by any means. He has his moments, but for the most part, when he fucks, he fuckshard. And I fucking love it.
I love that he doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile. I love that when he gets going, it’s like a carnal urge possesses him, and he almost can’t control himself. Like he needs me so bad, he can’t help himself. It’s probably an unhealthy thing to crave, but fuck it.
“Touch yourself, princess.” Glancing up at his face, his gray eyes are nearly black with how blown his pupils are. “Play with yourself for me while I get you ready to take my cock.”
My gosh,I could listen to him talk dirty to me all fucking day, every day, and I’d never get tired of it. The raw sex appeal this man possesses is unreal. Not only is he way too sexy for his own good, his confidence is such a turn on.
By this point, he’s three fingers deep, and when I wrap my fist around myself, I have to squeeze tightly to stave off the release wanting to make itself known already. A whimper falls from my lips when he grazes over my prostate, my entire body lighting up like the fucking Fourth of July.
Thankfully, before I have to resort to begging, he pulls his fingers out and lathers up his dick. He repositions me so we’re almost in a spooning position, my ass against his groin. Caspian lines himself up to my hole, but before he enters me, he reaches up, turning my face to meet his. Gaze locked on mine, he pushes through the tight muscle, making himself a home inside me.
The eye contact makes the moment feel way more intense. It’s heady and overwhelming, and I gasp for breath at how he fills me. His hand cups my jaw, keeping my head turned toward him as he moves gently, allowing me to get used to him.
“You feel so fucking good, princess. Do you feel how perfectly we fit together?” His words are soft-spoken, and it almost seems like he’s not even aware he’s saying them. “You take me so well. So tight and warm and soft,fuck.”
My head feels light when he leans in, sealing our mouths together. Lips tender, tongue savoring, he kisses me until I’m out of breath and dizzy. Until I can barely remember my own name. And he does it while fucking into me, deep and hard. My cock leaks, spilling onto the bedding with every violent thrust. I can’t get enough.
Caspian’s free arm slides under my head, hands threading into mine. His other hand holds onto my hip, using it as an anchor as he continues his onslaught. The organ in my chest feels like it’s going to break through my ribs at any moment, my pulse dangerously fast.
“Fuck,” he growls next to my ear. “You look so fucking hot taking my cock, baby. Does that feel good?”
“Yes… yes!”
“That’s right, let me hear it all.” The angle changes, his cock repeatedly pegging my prostate, making me cry out. “Oh, fuck, that’s it, baby. Keep squeezing me like that.Fuck…”
“Cas… shit…” I let my head rest back on his shoulder, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.
He nips the shell of my ear, growling into it. “Such a good boy. You feel incredible.”
