Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) (28 page)

He pulls back slightly but he takes the lead, kissing down my jaw line toward my ear, and my neck. When he gets there, he kisses me with gentle, open mouth kisses along my shoulder then over my pec, descending lower toward a nipple, toward my stomach, and further. I don’t want him to stop.
 

He reaches the waistband of my pants and shifts to torture my sensitive nipples again.

“What do you want, Aryn?” he breathes as he looks deep into my eyes.
 

“You,” I breathe back.
 

He smiles and I see the wheels turning. “On one condition.”
 

I cock my head. “Anything,” I answer without hesitation.
 

“You give me your phone number.”
 

“Three two three, nine oh three five seven six eight…”
 

He scowls at me. “So you’ve changed your name to Jenny, have you?” His lips curl up in a smirk as he busted me on my fake phone number.
 

“In all the years I’ve handed out that number, no one has ever caught it,” I tell him and he smiles a little wider.
 

“I’ve used the same line.”
 

I can’t help but laugh and he releases my arms to sit up, still straddling me.
 

“Your number, and you can have anything you want.” There is a devilish little gleam in his eyes. He’s having fun with this. He pulls his phone from his pocket and cocks his head at me.
 

I rattle off my number. My real number. He presses a button and it rings on his phone for half a tone before my phone lights up, and starts to play the ring tone I selected for Caden when I programmed his number after being forced to call him a couple weeks ago. He looks over at it and his eyes light up at the name that displays across the screen. His eyes come back to mine. “Master, huh?”
 

“I was having a particularly rough day,” I mutter and he smiles wide.
 

“I like it.”
 

“I don’t know if I do,” I mumble and he tosses his phone onto the table next to mine.
 

“Then let’s forget about it, for tonight.” His voice is soft as he leans down over me. “No Top, no bottom, just Aryn and Caden?”
 

I smile. “I like the sound of that.”
 

He gives me a firm kiss and I’m right back where I was before I relented and gave him my phone number. Just as I’m about to lose my grip on my breathing, he pulls back. “Why did Alyssa call you Beck?” he asks me and it’s a totally random question.
 

“Because that’s the name I use when I’m working. Aryn was the name that Derek put on my club application and it just stuck.”
 

“So that’s not your name?”
 

I smirk. “Yes, Aryn is my name, Becker is my last name. It was shortened to Beck when I started working for Mills and Bold.”
 

“I like it.”

“I prefer it when you call me Aryn.”
 

He looks pleased. “Good.”
 

He places his hands on my stomach and slides them up my chest, over my shoulders, moving my arms upward until he has me pinned down again. “Now, where were we?” he asks, his voice is barely above a whisper.
 

“I believe you were kissing me.”
 

He smirks, “I believe you’re correct.”
 

He moves in close, like he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He cocks his head to the side. His gentle breathing is calming as he looks at me. He’s searching my eyes for something. I don’t know what it is exactly he’s looking for.
 

I really do want this to happen, surprisingly, but I don’t know if that’s what he’s looking for or hoping to see in my eyes.
 

“What?” I finally breathe and he smiles at me.
 

“Just making sure.”
 

“Of?” I press.
 

“That you want this.”

“Let me up and I’ll prove that I want this,” I counter and he releases my arms.
 

Working out has its advantages when I manage to flip him over and onto his back. I stand up, facing him and I push down my flannel pants. “Is this proof enough?”
 

He smiles wide and shakes his head as he takes in the sight of my cock, hard as steel and ready for anything.
 

I see the challenge in his eyes. I kick off my pants before kneeling down to his shoes and slipping off one, then the other, followed by his socks. I slide my way up his body with my hands until I reach the fly of his jeans and I unbutton them. Before undoing the zipper, I can’t help but run my hand over his prominent erection and his eyes roll up into his head and his breathing hitches at my touch. “How about now?” I breathe.
 

That smirk dances on his lips and he shakes his head again.
 

I’ve been with dozens of women before, but nothing I’ve done with them compares to what I’m feeling right now as I look at Caden laid out on my bed. There is an excitement to this that I haven’t felt in a very long time, if ever. Much the way I used to feel around women, but he’s different. Seeing him brings a longing that I didn’t know I had, a feeling of desire that is immeasurable to anything else I’ve ever had before.
 

The excitement I feel when I realize that he is either giving me carte blanche to do as I wish, or he wants me to take him into my hand and mouth, sends my heart racing in my chest. Either way is perfectly fine with me. I grab the zipper of his jeans and lower it gently before sliding my fingers under his shirt, toward his chest. I rub the taut ridges of his abs and the smoothness of his skin as my hands slide further up his body, bringing his t-shirt with me. “I want this off,” I mumble. My voice, though sure of its intentions betrays my nerves. He senses it. Regardless of whatever read he has on me at the moment, he can’t resist sitting up. I help him remove his shirt.

Once he’s free of it, he slides onto the bed further and I smile as he watches me climb back up his body. I slide my fingers inside the waistband of his jeans and smirk when he doesn’t lift his hips. “I’m sure this will be way more fun if we’re both naked.”
 

He chuckles and lifts his hips, giving me access and the ability to pull his pants down his body and off his feet.
 

Taking in the full naked view of Caden is indescribable. He is sex on legs. Perfectly toned, sexy as fuck and seeing him like this makes me more eager than ever to do what I wanted to do that night.
 

I climb between his legs and I take my cock in my hand. I stroke it and the sensation on a very hard, ready to explode cock is almost too much. It causes my eyes to roll up briefly and his breathing spikes as he watches me stroke up and down a couple more times before I right myself enough to stop.
 

His cock is standing at full attention, twitching slightly as I lower myself closer to it. I inhale his musky scent and commit the smell to memory, not wanting to forget this night. The night I finally give into something that I have no business wanting or needing. Finally experiencing a fantasy that I’ve had for as long as I can remember.
 

Realizing that it’s about to come true spurs me on and I take his cock in my hand. He flinches when I grip the base, but he settles when I stroke upward.
 

Stroking another man’s cock isn’t that different than stroking my own, only difference is the pleasure isn’t radiating in my body, but in Caden’s.

I watch Caden closely as he fights to keep his eyes open. I take satisfaction in that; allowing it to spur me on further. I lean in, pressing the head of his erection against my lips and I dart out my tongue, flicking it against the underside of his cock and catching that sweet, sensitive spot. Caden sucks in a sharp breath and groans softly. I flick it again and again before placing the swollen head along my tongue and into my mouth. I slide it along my tongue before wrapping my lips tightly around it. I moan as his scent assaults me further and I’m encouraged to continue when his hand slides into my hair. The gentle touch obliterates any and all self control I may have had and my mouth slides down further along his cock. Sucking him in and pressing him against the back of my throat. I leave him there while I stroke my hand up and down a couple of times while I attempt to swallow.
 

“Jesus,” Caden breathes and I attempt to smile before pulling his shaft out of my mouth and back in, out and in. His hand remains in my hair, gripping gently. Holding me to him, but giving me free range to do as I wish to him and I can’t stop.
 

I increase my pace, flicking, licking and sucking his cock like I need it to breathe. The grip in my hair tightens, hard and my eyes meet his. “You’re amazing,” he says, “But I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
 

I smile, releasing his cock from my mouth and hand.
 

“My turn,” he smirks and I smile with a nod, then crawl up his body, licking and kissing my way up his chest until I find his lips.
 

My cock twitches against his and desire spikes to a new height knowing that we’re so close to each other. Caden captures my moment of weakness and forces me onto my back before climbing on top of me. Before I know it, he has both our cocks gripped in one of his strong hands. I shiver in anticipation of what he’s going to do next.

FORTY~ONE

*~* CADEN *~*
 

My hand slides up our shafts as I stroke both of us to the point of madness.
 

I made him stop sucking me because I wasn’t ready to come yet. I learned quickly the last time we were together that I had stamina and could possibly go again. However, in the past, a second orgasm has always eluded me. The last thing I wanted to have happen was to have him suck me only to fail at eliciting an orgasm. After I saw the look in his eyes when I touched him that night, and the pain that radiated within them, I knew my lack of orgasm might destroy him for a very long time and I couldn’t have that.
 

That is something you don’t come back from when you’re unsure of who you are or what you want.

When he presses into my touch, it is clear to me that he needs approval, he needs to know what he’s doing is the right thing. If I can’t nurture him like that, then this will never work.
 

I want to take him, but I’m rethinking that. He’s never done this and he needs some training before I can push into him.
 

“Where’d you go?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
 

I stroke up again on our cocks and he groans. It makes me smile.

“Nowhere, I’m right here.”
 

He nods and I stroke us again before releasing both cocks and leaning down to press my lips to his and press my hips against his, trapping us together. I’m not usually one to bend over easily, but I think that’s where this needs to go tonight. He needs training and one night, without any equipment to do so, won’t work. But I am more than willing to see where this is going to go.
 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he breathes.
 

I shake my head. “You won’t. Now me on you is another story.” His expression falls slightly and I feel it’s necessary to explain myself. “Believe me, Aryn, I want you so bad, but it’s not something you can just jump right into, you’re going to need some training.”
 

His face scrunches together.
 

“Not sub training.” Though there is that aspect too, but we can discuss that later. I give him a little bit of space because what I’m saying is pushing him in the wrong direction and I don’t want to lose this moment. “What I mean is that you can’t just dive right into anal sex, my sweet boy.” He glows a little at my nickname for him. “If I do, it is going to hurt like hell and I refuse to hurt you.” He nods his understanding.
 

*~* ARYN *~*
 

Caden leans down, claiming my lips for his once more. His hands roam up my body and I’m lost in the wave of sensation he is giving me as he flicks his hips against mine and I groan into his mouth. Since he hasn’t pinned me down again, I take the chance to hold him a little tighter by sliding my fingers into his hair and holding him to me. He moans into my mouth and I push on him, indicating that I want to flip him back over and he adjusts for me so that I can.
 

Once he’s beneath me, while our mouths are still locked together, I slide my legs between his, forcing him to open up for me and he does exactly that.
 

His cock rubs along mine and it sends a thrill through me.
 

I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I’m going to be sliding inside of him.
 

The thought sends a wave of pleasure through me and it pools in the small of my back as I can no longer resist the idea of taking him.
 

I rear up and look at our cocks lying across his stomach and it’s an insane sight to see.
 

Everything I’ve ever fantasized about when it came to Dex and I being together is coming true right here and now. I am very happy that it is Caden and not Dex or some other random man.
 

Caden strokes my cheek with his finger and my eyes go to his. “What’s wrong?” he asks. His voice is soft, sincere and a little concerned.
 

I give him a small smile. “Nothing’s wrong, it’s just-” I sigh, reluctant to tell him what’s on my mind but I get the impression that even though the top and bottom roles are off tonight, he will ask me to tell him in a way that will make it impossible for me to resist him. Despite the fact that no matter what I tell myself, I’m incapable of surrendering myself to him.

“You just? Please, Aryn, I’d like to know.”
 

I nod softly. “I’ve always been curious, about being with a man, but,” I pause and take a soothing breath before I continue, “Since I met you, I’ve fantasized about this and-”