Page 52 of Made for Cyn
“Fuck, I knew you’d be this good,” he mutters, thrusting his tongue over and over.
“Cyn,” I cry out, arching into the air with a sob.
Heat cascades through me, and my veins liquefy before my muscles lock, and I bow off the bed, a gentle roar pulsing in my ears. The wild rush makes me feel alive, and I’m shaking as I collapse back to the mattress.
Cyn kisses my inner thigh before standing and licking his lips. And I watch in a daze as he sheds his clothes, tracing the tattoos I’ve only seen glimpses of before. The beauty of the images, stark against his bronze skin, makes my heart clench, but all is forgotten when he runs his hand down his abdomen sexily and drops his pants.
I zero in on his pulsing erection immediately and lose my train of thought altogether because he’s enormous. If I thought his finger stung, this is nothing in comparison. He rolls a condom on his length while I watch in disbelief, wondering about the actual physics of what I’m about to do, but my fears are forgotten when he steps into me and runs the head down my folds.
“Are you ready, beauty?” he asks, the husky tone filling me with need.
Searching his features, I nod slowly, whimpering when his eyes drop to my core with a clenched jaw, and the muscle ticks as he circles my clit with his thumb.
I’m so sensitive that I squirm at the gentle caress, arching into him with a desperate moan. He glances up at me with glittering eyes before he pinches me between his fingers, and I fly over, crying out once more.
Simultaneously, he surges into me and breaks through my innocence. The pain is brutal but quick, and before I can focus on it, he’s sucking on my nipples and slipping around inside of me.
He feels enormous as he stretches me, and I thrust against him instinctively, needing to feel him closer. With a groan, he grabs my hips and bottoms out, his dick pulsing against my walls. I feel so full that it aches, and it's almost unbearable.
Slipping my eyes open, I watch as he pulls out and pumps back in over and over, his eyes glazed as he stares at where we’re joined. With each thrust, I feel something growing again, and I arch into it, struggling to reach the pleasure just beyond my reach.
“So tight and wet,” he mutters, and I whimper, bringing his blazing eyes to mine.
With a snarl, he rasps, “Come on my dick, beauty.”
Miraculously, the tingles surge again, and I’m bucking against him, breathing heavily as another orgasm rushes through me.
“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing my hips and propelling into me.
“Cyn,” I cry out, the crescendo almost painful.
My gaze flies to his when he growls and surges into me, thrusting so heavily that my boobs bounce painfully on my chest. He licks his lips as he watches them fly before his face pulls back in another painful snarl, and he jerks inside me.
I can feel the tiny pulses of warmth as he goes over, and I tremble at the intimacy when he groans and sinks a little deeper. We’re suspended for a moment while I catch my breath, and he shudders before he slides free with a groan, dropping to the bed.
Blissfully, I ride the pulsing tingles until they disappear. All the while, he breathes heavily beside me. Glancing his way shyly, a warm glow suffuses my chest when I see his eyes are closed, and his thin lips are relaxed in a peaceful expression I’ve never seen before.
I never thought about it, but Cyn’s perpetually looking at the world around him with a heavy weight in his eyes, which makes this moment all the more special. That is, until I remember our agreement, and rocks form in my belly.
Shit.
Ignoring the panic filling my throat, I turn away, intent on dressing and attempting to extricate myself before this gets awkward. All I have left is my damn dignity, and I refuse to reveal my pathetic feelings, but I collapse in surprise when he pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me from behind.
Okay. Wow. Slowly I relax, and close my eyes, smiling even though I know later, I’ll be right back to panicking, but for now, Cynster Callahan, who doesn’t do romance, is cuddling with me.
But the feeling fades as the reality hits me and I recognize that having sex isn’t just a physical need for me. I want him to like me too, and he’s made it clear that’s an impossibility. Shit.
I fight back the tears because I’ve gone and done it now. I’ve made my bed, and now I have to sleep in it, an old adage my mom used to say.
Strangely, this reminds me of my dad, who used to say stupid shit like that all the time, only now the nonsensical words of his favorite line make sense. Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?
At the time, I thought he was a huge dork, but now, now I see. Damn.
I’m not sure how long we lay there, but I’m just starting to doze when Cyn’s phone chimes and his sigh parts my hair before he moves away.
Instantly I’m chilled, and I grab for my dress, pulling it on with trembling fingers all the while, avoiding Cyn, who’s reading his messages, until he says, gruffly, “The guys are ready to go. I need to pick them up.”
Quietly, I gather my shoes and smooth my hair back, glancing up when I feel my cheeks tingle to find him watching me with a weird expression.
