A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) (18 page)

Having survived our first fight yesterday, Cain and I are still in a state of absolute bliss.  We wake late Sunday morning, and after I take him to a small, street front cafe in downtown La Mesa where they make the best quesadillas in San Diego county, he takes me to Mexico.

I've always parked on the U.S. side, walked across the border, and taken a scary cab ride to touristy Revolution Avenue in Tijuana, but today Cain drives us through the border to Baja California where he has arranged for us to ride horses on the most beautiful beach I've ever seen.  I haven't been on a horse since I was a kid, and I've never had the chance to let it run wild.

My black mare runs like the wind, chasing the white stallion as Cain looks back, his blonde hair crowning him like a halo in the sun.  My fear of losing him becomes ever more tangible in moments like these when he seems too beautiful to be real, as if he'll vanish like a mirage over the horizon if I let him get too far ahead of me on the endless stretch of white sand beach.

I dig my heels in to urge the mare on, and she catches up to the steed just before we arrive at our destination, a private beach facing clear, sparkling, blue-green water.  Cain brings his mount to a halt, tying the reins to an old wooden post near the craggy dunes, then he lifts me off my horse, pulling me into a kiss out of a fairytale.

"It's so beautiful," I say.

"It is," Cain whispers with a stare that chases my eyes away.

"That was my first thought when Lucy drew back the curtain to the black room," I say timidly as Cain spreads out a blanket.  "That it was beautiful."

"I'm pleased to hear you say that," he says, bringing my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

"I'm really sorry I..."

"Shhh.  You can't control how it made you feel, and let me be absolutely clear about this.  I do not want you going back there until you're ready, no matter how long it takes."

"If I hadn't had that thought pop into my head, we'd be there right now."

"Don't toy with me," Cain warns.

"It's a moot point anyway because we haven't finished our negotiations.  I wish I had remembered to bring the list," I say wistfully.

"Careful what you wish for, little girl," he says, pulling his list out of his pocket.  We've already covered most of it, but when I notice what's next on the list, I cringe.

"What is it?" Cain asks.

"Well, we left off at, um...
anal
things."  Cain laughs at my hush-hush demeanor.

"I can't tell if you're squeamish or disgusted," he says.

"I guess it depends on whose ass we're talking about," I say.

"I assumed we were talking about yours," he says.

"My ass is ornamental," I say, and he laughs.  "I'm sorry.  Is it something you're really into?"

"I am only into it if you are, and it seems pretty clear that you are not," he says.

"So it isn't important to you?" I ask.

"I could take it or leave it, but if your curiosity is ever piqued..."

"My curiosity will never be piqued," I insist.  He can take it as squeamishness or disgust as long as he accepts that it will never change.  "But if you were doing it before, there's obviously something you were getting out of it, and I don't want..."

"Some women love it, but mostly for me, the act was about debasing the submissive, violating her, having complete control."

"Does that mean you won't be able to get what you need if I don't let you do this?  I don't want you to have cravings I can't.."

"I assure you that I have no cravings that involve putting my dick in someone's ass," he laughs.

"Would you stop joking?  If it's something that's important to you, I'll try to open my mind."

"You will?" he asks suspiciously.

"Life's too short to be with someone who won't at least try to fulfill your every desire."

"That is the sexiest thing any woman has ever said to me," Cain says.

"Shut up," I say, embarrassed.

"I mean it, Evan, and I promise you the same."  He punctuates it with a soft kiss, but as it grows more urgent, I have to put a stop to it.  I don't want too much time to pass between his vow and what I'm about to suggest.

"Behave yourself.  We're almost finished," I say.

"Then let's get it over with.  Next category." 

"Not so fast, Playboy.  We're only half finished with the last one,"  I give him a wicked smile.

"We are completely finished with it," he says flatly as he sits up.

"But you just promised to open your mind," I pout.

"I'll open my mind on that one just as soon as you open yours," he says with a sly grin.

"This isn't over," I warn, but he ignores me, snatching the list from my hand.

"Prosthetics," he says.

"We'll move on, but this issue is not resolved," I warn.

"Prosthetics," he repeats sternly.  Pleased with myself, I feel like I have the upper hand for once, but as we talk about prosthetics, the tables turn right back around as it dredges up memories of my past and my scars.

"I know you don't like fingers inside you, but..."

"I'm sorry.  If it bothers you, we can try..."

"Don't be silly, Evan.  I'm not a fourteen-year-old boy.  I'd much rather have my cock than my finger inside you," he says, matter-of-factly.

"And a prosthetic."

"I would only use a prosthetic when absolutely necessary."

"And when, exactly, is a prosthetic absolutely necessary?" 

"When a man wants to give you his mouth and his cock at the same time," Cain says bluntly, and
oh, fuck me!
I feel myself flooding with desire for him, and he stares at me as if he knows, his eyes boring into me for a long moment before his lips find mine.  He eases me onto my back, lying on his side next to me, but I freeze when he unbuttons my jeans. 

Can I do this here, out in the open in the middle of the day?

"So," I begin as Cain drives us home from Mexico.  We've finished everything on the list until fucking stopped us half way through the last category, prosthetics.  I resume negotiations where we left off.  "What's your stance on prosthetics?"

"We covered that already.  It's a hard limit," Cain insists, and I laugh.

"What do you think I'm talking about?  Fucking you with a fake dick?" I ask, laughing.

"Shut the fuck up, Evan!" he growls, his discomfort making me laugh harder. 

"I was talking about using a female prosthetic on you, silly."

"Oh," he mutters, and after a moment of riding in silence, his curiosity gets the better of him.  "Why would you need to do that?"

"I don't know.  I guess for the same reason you want to use one on me."

"What do you think that reason is?"

"To give me the illusion of two men at once?" 

"Are you saying you're interested in threesomes?" he asks.

"Are you going to answer all of my questions with questions?"

"Don't distract me.  I believe the word threesome was on the table."

"Because you put it there!"

"Answer me, woman," he demands, and I giggle.

"Two men or two women?" 

"Two men?" he asks, hesitantly, his face melting in relief when I shake my head no. Doing that would make me feel like a whore, which is far more damning to me than the thought of sharing him with another woman.  I know it's a double standard, but it's a double standard most men can live with.

"So two women?" Cain asks, his eyes wild as he pulls to the side of the road in front of my house.

"Maybe.  I'm not sure how far I could go, but if it's something you really want, I would be willing to consider..." Cain's lips suddenly smother my words, kissing me as if the very fate of the universe hinges on his mouth getting as close to mine as possible.

"You are so perfect, Evan," he breathes the words into me, and for a brief, uncharacteristic moment, I let myself believe him.

 

Cain can't stay with me tonight because he has a walkthrough with the contractor at his apartment early in the morning, and as I lie in bed missing him, my mind keeps wandering back to this afternoon on the beach.  When he had tried to unbutton my jeans, I had protested, but even then, I knew I didn't have a choice.  I can't say no to Cain.

I let him strip me down to my bra and panties, and I was about to let him take them off, too, when I realized that even though we had some privacy in the dunes, anyone who walked down the beach could have seen us.  Slipping out of his reach, I ran to the shore, looking down the beach in both directions...

"What are you doing?" Cain asks, catching me from behind as I stand in the surf.

"Seeing if anyone's coming," I say as he begins kissing my neck, his arms tight around me.

"No one is coming," he assures me.  "The entire beach is mine today for miles in both directions.  We could run around naked if we wanted."  Then I realize, he already is as I feel his hard cock, bare against my back.  I turn around, and seeing it, I give in, pulling him to the ground in the wet sand, the chilly Pacific washing over us with each wave as we kiss.

I'm cold, and when Cain notices, he rolls onto his back, putting me on top, and with only my knees in the water now, he pulls my panties off.  He slides his cock in all the way to the hilt, then lifts me and slams me down again, over and over, slow and deep as I sit upright, atop him unashamed in the bright, cloudless day.  He reaches up and folds my bra down, releasing my tits, my nipples hard and tight, and as he watches me, I feel brazen.  Though Cain says we have the beach to ourselves, I can see houses in the distance as I ride him with my back to the ocean, but I don't care if we are being watched.  I kind of like the idea as I lean back and put my hands on his legs to give him a better view.

My shamelessness inspires him, urging him to give more, and he clutches my hips, fucking me faster, bringing me down hard on his perfect, unmalleable cock, his rhythmic assault driving us to a magnificent, simultaneous end.  As I scream his name, he grabs my bra in his fist, pulling me down into a deep, animalistic kiss, and I moan into his mouth, shuddering as he grinds his cock into me, the water crashing on us as the tide moves in.  I don't even feel the cold anymore.