Payback (9 page)

“No, no, not yet.  I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I warned.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I just want this to last a little longer.”

“Darling, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to last much longer, especially if you come in my hand.” He pulled his hand out and managed to divest me of my panties in a few deft moves. The finger was back, but I had been able to get control over the sensations and took advantage of it by pulling on his shorts. Caden removed them, and I got my first good look at his penis. It was perfectly shaped, not too small, not too big. He was just the right size for me.

I rolled him off to the side and did my own acrobatics by taking him into my mouth.

He tried to push me away. “Oh, no, no, no!”

I slipped back up to his chest. “Why?”

“I’m barely hanging on here.  You don’t know what it’s taking to keep me from spreading your legs and taking you.”

“Do it.”

“What?”

“Fuck me, Caden.  Fuck me hard.”

He moaned and without any further talk, slipped an arm under my knee and rolled on top of me, putting my leg over his shoulder while guiding his penis to the entrance of my sex. He didn’t hesitate or ask permission. He thrust so hard that my head hit the headboard. Scooting us both down, he began pounding in earnest, grunting with each thrust. 

I was wet and sweating a little. I could feel something building inside, a feeling of congestion in my womb.
The blood was rushing, engorging my membranes, bringing me closer to orgasm.  I’d never had a vaginal orgasm, and so I held my breath as the next thrust tipped me over the edge.  My breast tingled as my toes curled.

“Oh, fuck me, Caden.  More, more, more.” Everything inside of me caught fire
, and I could feel my vagina contracting around him as my orgasm swept me along into something so violently perfect I thought I might pass out.

He groaned and started pounding even harder.  And then there was a primal sound that escaped from deep inside him. He began the short strokes as he ejaculated inside of me. My orgasm started to wane just as he stopped.

“No, another thrust, please!”

He obliged me
, and the last of the orgasm spiked and then it was gone.  “Oh, my God,” I blurted, “that was so good.”

“I came inside of you.  Are you on the pill?”

I shook my head.  “But I just had my period.  We should be in the safe zone.”

“And you’re not worried about me giving you something?”

I shrugged.  “That’s why they have penicillin.”

“If it’s any consolation, I’m clean.” He started to move
, but I grabbed his ass.

“No, don’t.  I want to keep you inside, if only for a little while.”

“I’m afraid he’s shrinking fast.”

“Just stay still.”  I held his hips so he couldn’t move, but after a few minutes it was no use, he was slipping out.

“Can I move now?”

“Yeah.”

He rolled off and pulled me to his chest.  I could feel the semen starting to seep out of me.  “Do you have a tissue or would you like to sleep on the wet spot?”

“Sleep?” he asked. “You expect to stay over?”

My heart cramped when I realized that he expected me to leave. “No, I was just joking.”

“I just meant that if you’re staying over
, you’re not going to be doing much sleeping.”

I smiled into his chest.

We were like rabbits over the next two days.  We screwed all night and most of the days he had off. Whenever we went out somewhere, we couldn’t keep our bodies from finding each other. I was starting to orgasm just thinking about him.  During interviews for the movie, I would sit behind the journalist, out of his or her sight, and slowly open my legs so that Caden could see I had taken my underwear off. He was leaning forward, trying to keep the journalist from seeing the hard-on that was growing in his lap. Sputtering and off-kilter, he tried to stay on point but then finally had to excuse himself when my legs were so wide apart that there was no guessing what was underneath my skirt. 

“I’m really not feeling well.  I have stomach cramps right now from some bad sushi.  Could we continue this at another time?” he asked politely. 

“Oh, sure, Caden.  I’ll give your agent a call. Sorry to hear you’re not well. The journalists were always sympathetic and would leave.

I slapped my legs together when the journalist got up. 

One journalist looked at me and asked, “And you are?”

“I’m the assistant to the publicist.”

Thinking I was a nobody, she packed up and left. 

Caden let out a huge breath and shook his head.  “Come here
, you minx.”

As I approached the sofa, he undid his pants to let his erection come out to play. I straddled him
, and we bumped together for several minutes before he came. I hadn’t come yet and he knew it.  Always a generous lover, he made sure that I came too.  He brought me to climax with his finger, and then pulled me so close I thought he was going to smother me.

“You’re killing me.  I’m exhausted.  I can’t get enough of you
, and that scares the hell out of me,” he whispered into my ear.

“We can slow it down.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to burn out,” I said
, as I rolled off his lap so he could get ready for the next interview. “I don’t want you to get tired of me.”

“Tired of you? You have to be joking.  You’re like crack. We’ve been together for five days and you’re still all I can think of.”

“I have a TV gig next week and you go on the road. We’ll have a break, time to think about all of this,” I offered.

“I don’t have to think.  I want you to move into my house.”

“Your house?  Why not my house?” I said it, but it was a ridiculous suggestion.  Caden’s home had twenty acres, a stable with ten horses, a riding ring and numerous outbuildings, not to mention a great security system and a mind-blowing view. 

“Darling, there’s no way that I could live in your house without having dozens of stalkers show up at our front door. Move in with me.”  He had started calling me
“darling” on our third day, and I felt butterflies whenever he did. I almost started crying.  Putting an arm around me and pulling me into his lap, he cradled me against him.  “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“Please don’t toy with me. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want to say ye
s and then you change your mind—decide I was just a fling.  I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

He laughed and hugged me. “I’ve never asked a woman to move in with me in my life, not even women I considered to be my girlfriend
s.  I just can’t imagine waking up and you not being in my bed next to me.  I know there are going to be times when we’ll be separated, but for right now, I want you close to me.  Move in with me.”

“What do I do with my house?”

“Keep it; rent it out to someone…whatever you want to do.”

I thought about it while he was
on his press tour down the East Coast.  It didn’t take much to convince me because I missed Caden so much my whole body felt achy, like I had the flu. We
Skyped
every night, and, to my surprise, Caden seemed to be more miserable than me. Even though he met up with his good friend in New York, Gordon Washington, he refused to go out with him until he had talked to me. 

The tabloids showed Caden out on the town, but what they didn’t show were the numerous phone calls I got from various nightclubs and restaurants where he spent most of his time talking to me, usually
yelling over the music in the background.

“I just want to get home,” he would moan. 

I looked at the face of this handsome young man, still growing into his looks, and I would melt.  I wanted him back so badly, but I didn’t want to be one of those women that simper and moan and make demands, so I tried to be upbeat.  “It’s only a few more days, and just think about the sex we’re going to have when you get back.”

“Believe me, that’s what keeps me going—imagining you under me, on me
, and straddling me. I want to feel your smooth skin and suck on those perfect nipples. You know what my favorite part of your body is?”

“No, what is it?”

“The small of your back.  The curve from your back to your sweet little ass.”

“You know what my favorite part of yours is?”

“What?”

“The little line of hair from your bellybutton to your package.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope, especially when it’s peaking up over your jeans.”

He laughed so loud that I started laughing too.  God, I missed him.

When he came home, I picked him up at the airport.  His hand was between my legs while I made my way up the 405. “Don’t!  I’m trying to drive.”

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

“W
ell, keep your hand to yourself. You’re making it very difficult for me to drive.”

“Are we going to my house or yours?”

“I thought you’d want to go to yours. I gave Gabriella the afternoon off and told Lorenzo not to bother us.” 

“Lorenzo called me about a horse for sale.  He’s driving down to Rancho Santa Fe to look at a filly for me, so I don’t think he’ll be bothering us.”

We grinned at each other. 

“Please, don’t go away again.  I kept imagining you with all those women in the tabloids.”

He ruffled my hair.  “God, if you’re going to date an actor, you have to learn to ignore the tabloids.  The last one I read said that I was marrying Jessica.  Jessica bats for the other team and I’m supposed to be marrying her!”

We rolled through the ornamental gates to his home and drove up the driveway.  Climbing out of the Porsche, he grabbed his duffle bag and we started for the door. It was no sooner closed behind me and he had me pinned up against the wall, his hands groping me, mine trying to pull his shirt over his head.  He reached under my skirt and pulled on my panties
, which, to the surprise of both of us, ripped in his hands. Undoing his belt and zipper, he let his trousers fall to the floor, then lifted me up around his waist and down onto his shaft. He slid in with ease.

Looking down, he grinned at me and then started pumping up and down. I hung on with my legs around his waist while he did most of the work.  I was amazed at how strong he must be to keep me pinned halfway up the wall with his hands on my ass, lifting it up and down on his
erection.  It was so damn hot.  I waited for him to come, his face buried in my chest, his body weight now against me, pinning me against the wall. 

“Damn…” he looked over his shoulder at the door. “Well, at least I managed to get in the door about six feet before nailing you.”

“Yes, you’re quite disciplined.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You naughty wench.  You’re making fun of me. I think it’s time I give you your gift.”

“Gift?”

He nodded and reached into t
he duffle, pulling out a cactus-shaped, latex vibrator. “I’m going to use this on you now and make you my bitch with it.”

“I’m already your bitch.”

“Okay, so I’ll make you my satisfied bitch.”

“Bring it on
, alpha.”

He carried me to the sofa, sat me down
, and spread my legs forcibly. Standing between my legs, he flipped my skirt up.  I gasped when the vibrator touched the lips of my sex and started jiggling my labia over my clit.  I moved a little and the vibrator parted the lips and started hitting my clit full speed.  He pulled it away.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty…I’m in control of this.  No maneuvering…I say when this love machine touches your clit. You sit back and behave.”

He put it against my lips again and let it vibrate over them. I could barely feel it, but it was enough to make my body crave more.  I tried not to move, afraid that he was going to pull my new toy back, so I was concentrating really hard on the feeling between my legs when it stopped.

“What?”

He grinned, knowing that the teasing was driving me nuts.  Dropping to his knees, he started to lick and pet between my legs.  His tongue slathered my clit up and down until I started to scream. 

“Yes, yes.  Oh, yes.  Faster!  Faster!”

He pulled back.  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.  I told you that you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“Oh, damn it, Caden, I can’t keep starting and stopping.”

I heard the sound of the vibrator as it started up. He took his fingers and spread my labia, then pushed the vibrator slowly inside of me while one of its little arms buzzed over my clit. “Does that feel good?” he asked; his voice husky with lust.

“Yes, it feels real good.”

“As good as my cock?”

“No, not that good.”

“Close your eyes.”

He pulled it out and
then I smiled as he replaced the vibrator with his own hard cock. My eyes flew open and I giggled. “Oh, good recovery.”