Vodka On The Rocks (The Uncertain Saints Book 3) (14 page)

Each one came loose, one by one, and by the very last one, I was practically squirming.

His eyes never left mine as he shrugged out of the shirt, finally exposing his upper body to me.

His nipple piercings weren’t bars today, but rings.

“Which is your favorite?” I asked him, thumbing my own nipples.

He shrugged. “The bars are easier for me to deal with, but the rings are more inconspicuous, which was why I wore them to the wedding. What about you?”

I shook my head. “I don’t ever change mine out of the rings.”

His eyes stayed focused on my breasts as he pulled his pants open and let them slide down to his feet, leaving him in only boxer briefs and socks.

I whimpered.

His cock, from what I could see of it, was exceptionally big. Long and thick.

It ran down the inside of his thigh, and the snug fit of his underwear held it securely in place.

Suddenly, I wasn’t staring at his boxer-brief-covered cock anymore. His massive, awesome, I-want-to-ride-it-right-now, lovely penis filled my view.

I gulped when I got a look at the size.

“Jesus,” I breathed.

I heard his rumbling laugh, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick.

He had a piercing there, too.

A bar that was at the base of his cock.

“You’ve got a pierced dick,” I whispered, eyes darting to his before they went directly back down again.

“It’s called a pubic surface piercing. And I did it on a bet. Turns out that I liked it…and so did the ladies,” he murmured.

I glared at him.

“I didn’t need to know that,” I told him.

“Well,” he shrugged, leaning down until his mouth hovered just over the tip of my nipple. “I’ll just show you instead.

His mouth captured my nipple right around the same time he ground the hard length of him against my clit, causing me to moan in excitement.

His tongue flicked and circled the ring as he held my nipple between his teeth.

His hips weren’t idle, either, as they ground down into me.

My eyes closed on their own accord, and I started to writhe underneath him.

“Your pussy’s like a fucking oven,” he breathed. “I can’t wait to see what you feel like inside.”

Me neither.

“Please,” I pleaded fervently.

He growled and switched to the other breast while one of his free hands slipped down my outside thigh, gently curving in until he encountered my wet heat.

I opened my legs wider to accommodate him, moaning when he slipped a single finger inside before making it two.

“Please. Now,” I ordered.

He ignored me, gently tugging on the nipple ring piercing my left nipple.

My hands moved up, and finally I allowed myself to explore him.

To run up his neck.

Down his defined chest.

Around his pierced nipples.

I tugged gently, causing him to growl in appreciation.

“Harder,” he ordered.

I tugged slightly harder, causing him to growl even longer and deeper.

“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he ordered abruptly, going down to his knees.

His face was level with my pussy then, and I closed my eyes and allowed him to play.

And play he did.

Very…
very
well.

I guess I hadn’t really experienced a master in the art of cunnilingus before. Because this man was exactly that—a master. He moved his tongue with a skill I never knew was possible—circling, sucking, and lathing.

He nipped.

He blew air softly.

And he knew exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it.

When he finally sank three fingers inside of me, I detonated.

Bursting into a million tiny pieces, like a glass vase being dropped to the concrete floor. Shattering so thoroughly, my millions of pieces scattered all around us, I wasn’t sure I’d get all those pieces back together ever again.

Casten wasn’t concerned about putting me back together again, though, because the moment I exploded, he lifted my butt up and thrust his entire length inside of me.

I arched, my back bowing off his heavenly mattress like I had been electrocuted.

And maybe I had been.

Or, at least, that was what it felt like.

His cock filled me perfectly. No part of me was left unfilled.

He hit the end of me before I hit the end of him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, he pulled back nearly all the way, then slammed back inside.

Then he ground his hips into me, and I felt the piercing.

The bar hit my clit just right.

And with the way he was filling me, coupled with the way that bar hit me, stimulating my clit with each stroke, I was a goner.

I came.

He groaned.

I might have momentarily blacked out.

Pleasure so pure and hot tore through me.

I was vaguely aware of him grunting some words, but I couldn’t tell you what he said to save my life.

My mind was singularly focused on my orgasm, and I never had a chance to offer anything to Casten other than the use of my body to chase his own orgasm.

As I started to come down, I realized that he wasn’t through with me. Not by a long shot.

He played with my nipples, gently tugging the rings.

My breasts were so sensitive that I could barely stand him touching them. Something he realized, since he did no more than gently tug.

He continued to pull nearly completely out. Then grind back in.

He repeated the process, over and over, all the while looking into my eyes, and I had a sudden, startling realization.

He was giving me everything I’d always wanted.

Something I now desperately needed.

“Please,” I begged.

He grinned, then jackknifed up until the only part of us touching was where our hips connected.

My hands rose to play with his nipple rings, but he stayed them before I could even move them more than a few inches off the mattress.

“Next time,” he promised.

My eyes closed, and I just let myself feel.

I reveled in the feeling of his cock moving inside me.

The way it moved deliciously over those sensitive spots I wasn’t aware that I had.

And, impossibly, I was there once again.

Coming for a record third time.

I could never get myself off this many times in a row!

Casten

I looked up to find Tasha’s head thrown back.

Her hair was splayed all around her. Some covering her chest. Some underneath her. On the bed surrounding her.

Saw the way her chest heaved.

Felt the way her pussy clenched around me, and I finally gave myself the permission to cave in to my own need.

To release inside of her.

It’d been long months since I’d last had sex, but I could tell you one thing for certain.

It was worth every single day. Every hour. Every fuckin’ minute.

Being inside of Tasha, completely skin-on-skin, bare, was the most amazing feeling in the world.

And I let her have all of me.

My heart.

My protection.

My everything.

As I came inside of her, I made a promise to myself that I would do this for the rest of my life…make sure she got everything she needed before I took mine.

The base of my spine tingled, heat raced up it as my balls drew up, and my release exploded out of my cock directly inside of her.

My eyes closed, breaking off the vision of her sated in my bed, and I collapsed on top of her, being careful of her belly as I did.

I’d just given her so much that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get it back.

And I didn’t care.

Not one fucking bit.

If you can’t deal with me at my worst, I don’t blame you. I can be fucking mental sometimes.

-Text from Tasha to Casten

Tasha

I was floating on cloud nine.

It’d been less than three hours since Casten had given me what every woman in the world dreamed of:
multiple orgasms!

I’d never experienced one except by my own hand before, and even now, three hours since I’d had my last one, I was still feeling the aftereffects.

“Alright,” Casten mumbled into his phone. “I’ll be there in about forty-five minutes. Thanks for calling. Yeah. Bye.”

I turned on my side to look at Casten.

We hadn’t been to bed yet.

And just as we were about to drift off to sleep, me in his arms, and him cuddled up to my back, his phone rang.

I gathered from the few words that Casten had said that his office had been vandalized, and he needed to come turn off the alarm and file a report.

Which was why I wasn’t surprised when he stood up with a sigh.

“Gotta go,” he groused.

I frowned and watched as he dressed in what little light his phone cast on the room.

“Okay,” I replied softly, getting up and gathering my dress and panties.

He stilled my hips with both of his big hands.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly.

I shrugged.

“I’m going back to my room,” I told him.

He tightened his hands on my hips when I made to leave.

“Don’t leave my bed. I’ll be back,” he whispered. “Stay naked and wait for me.”

I couldn’t tell him no…not with those puppy dog eyes he was giving me.

I turned in his arms and looped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his suggestively.

“What will I get if I wait?” I teased.

He looked me dead in the eyes, and in typical Casten fashion, he didn’t mince words.

“Fucked.”

I laid down and watched him as he finished getting ready, my mind already on what he would do to me when he got back.

I must’ve drifted off, because the next time I opened my eyes, the only thing I could see was blackness.

What had woken me?

Then another low growl from Koda had my skin crawling.

I slowly got up on one elbow and took stock of my surroundings.

Casten usually had a clock in the corner that displayed the time in huge red numbers…but there was nothing in that corner now, only blackness.

Koda’s growl turned into a deep whine, and I closed my eyes.

Think, Tasha!

Suddenly, Koda’s growls were no longer growls, but insistent snarls.

I reached towards the end of the bed where I’d seen Casten toss his red shirt he’d worn to the wedding, then slipped it on over my shoulders.

My knee hit something hard, and I realized that my phone was sitting right next to me.

My phone!

I lunged for it and pulled up the number Casten had programmed into my emergency contacts.

It rang four times before he answered, all the while I prayed that Koda would be enough to keep whomever or whatever was at the backdoor away until I could get Casten here.

“Casten?” I whispered into my phone.

“Why are you whispering?” he asked.

Anxiety and fear pulsed through my body.

“I think there’s someone outside your backdoor. Koda is going nuts,” I explained my reasoning.

“Shit,” he hissed. “The alarm’s set. And I have a gun under my pillow. Do you know how to use a gun?”

I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.

“I do,” I told him.

“Go get it. Get into my closet. Don’t come out until I’m there, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, going to the closet and opening the door, purposefully forgetting the gun.

I couldn’t see what was there, but I knew from the small glimpse I’d had a few days ago that the bottom was full of shoes and clothes-filled trash bags.

I trudged in there, though, doing my best to cover my body with the bags and clothes before I said, “I’m there.”

“Good,” he said.

Even through the phone, I could hear the intent to maim and kill in his voice.

I’d never heard that from him before.

He sounded scary.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Quiet,” he ordered. “Leave the phone on but put it on the floor away from you.”

I did as he said, not saying another word as I waited for Casten to get there.

I knew why I didn’t call the cops.

Koda.

Koda didn’t do well with strangers, and she wouldn’t care if she was attacking a cop or a bad guy.

If they were in her territory, then they were the enemy…and I didn’t want them to hurt Koda if they did come.

Which, apparently, was in vain because, within five minutes or less, the glass to, what I guessed to be, the backdoor shattered into what sounded like a million tiny pieces.

Koda whined, then everything was silent.

“Noo,” I moaned as quietly as I could. “Nooo.”

I prayed. I prayed for the first time since Jet died. Prayed that Koda wasn’t hurt too badly. Prayed that she’d be okay and that Casten wouldn’t lose her.

I heard the glass crunching against the floor with each heavy footfall of the person who was now in the house and moving in my direction.

But I never saw any lights, and I didn’t hear anything else for very long minutes afterward.

I had almost convinced myself that this was all a figment of my imagination. That is until the plastic bags that were covering me crinkled as someone touched them.

But just as soon as the movement came, it was gone.

Why?

Because someone was coming.

I heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance.

The sound of the bags crinkling with their movement abruptly stopped, and I heard the heavy footsteps stomping toward the back door.

I stayed where I was, as still as I could possibly be, and held my breath.

The motorcycle idled out in front of the house for a few short moments before it cut off.

I closed my eyes, hoping that whomever was on that motorcycle hurried.

Heavy footfalls sounded once again as the owner of the motorcycle made his way throughout the house, slowly and methodically.

“It’s clear,” a man called.

Mig.

“She’s alright.”

How he could tell, I didn’t know, but apparently he could.

Another motorcycle pulled up out front, and I had to force myself to stay where I was.

If they’d wanted me to get out, they would’ve told me…right?