Page 87 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
“What the hell was that for?” he asks roughly.
“You sticking up for Ruthie like that makes me want to do all sorts of naughty things to you.”
His eyes turn a shade darker and he gives my ass a squeeze before trailing his lips down my throat. “Jesus, Red, if that’s what gets you hot, I’ll go kick everyone’s ass and let you watch.”
I giggle and rip his hat off his head, threading my fingers through his hair while he continues his delicious assault down my throat. “Everything you do makes me hot. Even when you’re moody and brooding I still think you’re sexy,” I tease breathlessly.
“You’re the sexy one, baby.” He trails his mouth lower and finds my puckered nipple through my thin tank top. When he nips it sharply between his teeth I moan and grind myself against his erection.
Letting out a low growl, he lifts my hips away from him and swiftly slips his hand inside my shorts and under my panties. I whimper when he immediately finds my swollen clit and starts teasing it skillfully with his finger.
“Jesus, look how fucking wet you are already.”
“I’m like this whenever you’re around me,” I tell him breathlessly, my heart starting to pound fast and hard as he takes my body to a searing temperature in a matter of seconds.
I grind against his touch, seeking more of him. We haven’t gone past this point but I’m ready to. I’m ready for him. “I want more, Cade, I want you,” I whimper desperately.
He groans. “I know, Red, me too, but not yet. I have plans in place for that and I’m not taking you on the fucking couch, but I’ll give you more, baby, if you want it.” He slides his finger to my aching entrance, hovering just on the outside as he waits for approval.
I nod my permission, then gasp as he wastes no time slowly sliding one finger in me until it’s as deep as it can go. He groans and stills, waiting to see if I want him to pull back.
I keep my gaze trained on his and shake my head. “Don’t stop.”
He starts thrusting his finger in and out of me with sure strokes, his intense gaze staying trained on mine the entire time. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, and my fingers bite into his bare shoulders as he brings my body to highs I never knew was possible until him.
I watch his jaw flex and see need burning in his own eyes. Without thinking twice, I slide one of my hands down his chest while the other keeps a firm grip on his shoulder. Just as I start to slip it under his waistband, he moves his hand from my hip and grabs my wrist. He stills his other hand, keeping his finger buried deep inside of me.
“You don’t have to do that, Red,” he breathes out roughly, his chest heaving as he restrains himself.
“I want to,” I tell him truthfully. “Let me touch you too.” Seeing the truth in my gaze, he loosens his grip and allows my hand to slip past his waistband. I immediately come into contact with his erection and realize he isn’t wearing underwear. We both groan as I grasp him, my fingers barely able to wrap fully around his erection.
Feeling him in my hand brings no shame or ugly memories, only the good ones. The way it filled and stretched me that one night so long ago, bringing me pleasure in a way I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling.
I start stroking him from base to tip, keeping my grip firm. He hisses out a breath through clenched teeth and pumps himself into my hand. “Fuck, baby, your hand feels so fucking good.”
I watch in fascination and revel at the feel of him; so smooth, yet hard… I gasp then moan when he starts thrusting his finger in and out of me again. I try to not let myself be completely swept away in the pleasure so I can still focus my rhythm on him, but god it’s hard not to. Especially when he seems to always know just where to touch and how much pressure to give.
He adjusts the position of his hand so his palm slides against my clit with each thrust of his fingers. Fire begins to spread through my body and I drop my forehead on to his with a moan, “Oh god, that feels so good.”
My hips begin moving in rhythm with his touch, all the while trying to keep the pace of my hand on his cock. When I see pre-cum leak over the top, I swirl it around the smooth tip.
He releases a low growl and starts fucking my hand while his finger speeds up its own delicious assault. “I can’t fucking wait, Red, until it’s my cock filling this tight, hot pussy of yours.”
I whimper, “I want that so bad too. I need to feel you inside of me again.”
“Soon, baby, I promise.”
My stomach muscles begin to tighten in anticipation with my climax, and he knows it. Raising the hand he has on my hip, he cups my breast and pinches my stiff nipple through my thin tank top. The sensation shoots to my clit and sends me over the edge.
Cade crushes his mouth to mine, inhaling my cries, and continues to draw out my pleasure. Through all the incredible sensations tearing through me, I feel him cover my hand with his own and help me keep my momentum on him.
I feel him start to pulse and know he’s close. “Come with me,” I whimper against his mouth then bite down on his lip.
“Fuck!” he growls just before I feel the first stream of warm semen spill on my hand. We both inhale one another’s cries and moans until every bit of pleasure spills from us.
Eventually, I float back down into reality, my body feeling limp and satisfied as our foreheads rest on one another while catching our breaths.
