Kincaid: Cerberus Mc Book 1 (19 page)

My attention has effectively been brought back to his beautiful mouth. He moves my hand and places it on the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss my forehead.

“I want you,” I whisper into his neck.

He groans, and the sound reverberates in his chest. I smirk against his neck, kissing the warm skin softly.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, Emmalyn.”

“I know,” I respond.

“I’ll never be able to leave if I know how you feel on the inside.” His voice is pained, as if the idea of turning me down is pure torture.

“Perfect,” I say and try to shift my weight to climb on top of him. He grips my hips and prevents me from moving.

“I have to go, Em. I don’t want to leave, but I have to.”

I nod in understanding. I know he has to go do whatever it is that he and his team do, but it does help some knowing that he doesn’t want to leave me any more than I want to watch him go.

He shifts his weight, so I’m on my back, and he’s hovering over me but still on the side of my body. He pecks at my lips softly. “Let me take care of you,” he says quietly.

I nod my head not knowing if he means at this moment or for the rest of my life, but I agree, answering yes to both possible questions.

He leans in and kisses me in earnest this time. The arousal that has been humming underneath my skin since I tugged on his t-shirt in the bathroom blazes to life the second his mouth touches my fevered skin. I begin to move my hands from around his neck down his body, but he pulls away.

“I won’t be able to handle this if you have your hands on me, Em.” He gently pulls them from his chest and situates them on the pillow above my head. “Keep them here for tonight okay?”

His hands move from mine and slowly sweep down my arms. My eyes grow heavy as his hands near my breasts, my back arching into his touch. I moan when his thumbs taunt the tips of my hardened nipples. One quick caress and his hands are gone, moving lower, inching the t-shirt up my body.

I close my eyes and just drink in the feel of his hands on my body. The tremble I felt in my body earlier returns when I feel the cool air of the room hit the apex of my thighs as he uncovers me slowly.

“Jesus, Emmalyn. You’re beautiful,” Diego gasps.

I bite my lip to keep the moans in my throat. The shake of my body grows to the point that he places a large hand on my stomach, applying gentle pressure to my body. “Shhh. I’ll stop if you don’t want this.”

“Don’t,” I whisper as he brings his mouth near mine. “Please, don’t stop.”

He hums against my neck as his hands work the t-shirt up, fully exposing my aching breasts. Hot, wet kisses burn a path over my skin until his cheeks collapse in suction on one of my nipples.

“Diego!” The flick of his tongue against the tip is pure bliss.

“I’m going to worship every inch of this beautiful body of yours, Em,” he vows licking and kissing his way down my stomach. I’m molten in his hands; heated metal he can manipulate and mold any way he sees fit.

“Please,” I beg when I feel the heat of his breath on my slick, needy folds.

I quiver uncontrollably when his fingers trace the outside of my entrance, purposefully avoiding where I need him.

“Watch me, Emmalyn.” His voice is the roughest I’ve ever heard. I raise my head off of the pillow and look down my body at him settled between my legs.

He locks his eyes on mine, and his thick tongue reaches out running from my entrance to my pulsing clit. I keep my eyes on him, entranced even though the heaven he’s assaulting my body with makes me want to throw my head back and scream. His eyes flutter as he swallows my taste on a moan before diving back in and locking his mouth over my highly sensitive flesh.

I whimper and shift my hips; the sensation is magnificent and almost too much at the same time. Diego spreads my thighs open wider holding me in place on the bed as his mouth skillfully assaults my body. I come embarrassingly fast with a roar, finally breaking his stare as I squeeze my eyes closed. The pulsing in my body radiates from the connection of his mouth until I can feel it tingle in my fingers and toes.

“Holy shit,” I mutter as my body finally begins to calm. I’m replete and exhausted almost instantly.

“Em,” Diego whispers.

I smile but keep my eyes closed. “So good,” I praise.

I hear him chuckle and feel his warmth reposition on the bed as the t-shirt I’m wearing covers my body again. I open my eyes a tiny fraction and look at him, unable to keep the grin off of my face.

“You come beautifully, Em.” He kisses my lips all too briefly and runs a finger down my cheek. “I love the color in your cheeks from your orgasm.”

“Let me,” I say reaching low on his stomach, but he stops my hands once again.

“Not tonight. Come here.” He tugs gently on me, drawing me closer to him as he lies down on the bed. I snuggle into his chest and trace my fingers over the hard ridges of his stomach.

I’m suddenly sad remembering that he’s leaving again tomorrow. This may be the first night that I get to sleep in his arms, but I know it’s going to be enough to ruin every other night we spend apart.

“I miss you already,” I whisper against his chest before falling into a comfortable sleep.

I’ve been awake for at least an hour listening to Emmalyn breathe against my chest; the goose bumps from the cool inhale is chased away by the warmth of her exhale. I’ve lain as still as possible, but I know that through the night her t-shirt has ridden up because I can feel the wet heat of her core against the lucky skin of my thigh. My cock has been begging me to roll her on her back and bury him deep inside of her.

Up until this point, I’ve ignored him. I’m not a boy who has to listen to his body every time it has an erection. She whimpers in her sleep, and I hold her tighter against my chest. She’s done it several times throughout the night, and the firmness of my arms around her has seemed to work to settle her down thus far.

I hear a light gasp from her mouth, and I know she’s now awake. I kiss the top of her head, but remain quiet as she wakes. I let my fingers inch the t-shirt up her back so I can run my hand along her bare spine. She nuzzles deeper into my chest, and I hate to have to leave this bed, but there are a few things I wanted to get done with her today before I left.

“I could get used to this,” she says allowing the hand she had tucked under her chin to roam over my stomach.

I love the feel of her tiny hands on my skin. I crave her touch, and I know I’ll be miserable while I’m away. The only contact I’ll have with her will be through sporadic text messages, those will be even fewer and far between. There aren’t many cell towers in the area we’re heading to next. We’ll have even less contact than we did on my last trip to South Africa.

“I want you to get used to this,” I say against the top of her head. “I want you to stay in this room while I’m gone. I want to know that you’re in my bed each night, waiting for me to come home.”

I feel her smile against my skin and hear a light laugh. “What?” I ask.

She rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me. “I was going to ask if it would be alright if I stayed in here while you were gone. I know your smell on the sheets would be comforting.”

Her eyes shift to my mouth, and my cock throbs in reminder that he’s still alone. “I need to get a shower.” I shift my weight and crawl out from under her.

“I’ll join you,” she says, and I can hear her climbing off the bed behind me.

“Em,” I say and scrub my hands over my face. How the fuck do I tell her I need to take care of myself in the shower? I turn to face her because there’s no sense in even trying to hide what I have going on in the front of my boxers. “I have to…” I trail off and grin when her eyes widen at the sight of me.

She runs her tongue over her bottom lip clearly impressed, and all she’s seen is the outline. I stand a little taller and think about putting my hands on my hips and puffing out my chest, but I stop myself.

“Come on, big boy. I’ll take care of that in here.” She grabs my hand and pulls me behind her.

After watching her come last night and maintaining my vow to not rush her into sex, I laid awake for an hour running the memory of her arching her back and groaning as she came through my mind as if it were on a video loop. There’s no way I’m denying anything she offers this morning.

“Start the water,” she instructs as I just stand inside of the bathroom staring at her.

I obey and turn back to her just in time to see the t-shirt she’d worn all night drift to the floor. My heart stops. Right there in the bathroom of the Cerberus MC Clubhouse, I die a thousand deaths at the sight of her glorious body in the full light of the day.

I run the tips of my fingers against my thumb, the urge to touch her nearly unbearable. I don’t even know where I’d start if given the chance. Every inch of her tempts me into action, but I stand still and wait. I don’t want to overstep and ruin this moment. I need her to know she’s in complete control.

She takes a half step toward me, and my eyes are glued to the magnificent bounce of her perfect breasts. I now immediately know where I want to start my devotion to her body.

“You going to shower in your boxers?” she asks as she slides past me scoring my shoulder with her fingernail as she steps into the shower.

I strip my underwear off so fast my cock springs up and hits me in the stomach with a slap. I hear her chuckle from the other side of the shower curtain. I pull it back enough to step inside with her.

“You find my excitement funny?” I say with a smirk.

She looks down, and I know she sees my entire body bare for the first time. I see the awe in her eyes; I’m sure it is a direct reflection of the look I had on my face last night when I pulled the t-shirt up and revealed her neatly trimmed pussy.

“There’s nothing funny about your excitement,” she says with a hoarse voice without taking her eyes off of my erection.

“Ignore it,” I beg her taking a step closer. I slip my hand around her neck and pull her close enough so I can kiss her.

We moan in each other’s mouths when our lips meet. I angle my head slightly so I can take her mouth deeper, hardly hanging on to my control. My brain is screaming at me to lift her up, wrap her legs around my hips and slam into her. She may be horny and impressed with the thickness that is now pinned between us, but she’s not ready to go all the way with me.

I hiss when I feel her hand slide down my chest and wrap around me. “Fuck, Em,” I say against her lips. I kiss her harder and flex my hips using her hand to stroke up and down my length.

“You’re so hard,” she pants against my lips, then licks into my mouth, stroking her tongue along mine.

I groan when her stroking hand tightens even further. She pulls her mouth away from mine and looks down as my legs begin to shake with the first tremor of orgasm. The hot bursts of come coat both of our stomachs as jet after jet of semen wrenches from my pleased cock.

She looks up at me, her hand now leisurely stroking me until I have to pull my hips back suddenly, unable to handle the surfeit of sensation at the tip. Her salacious grin tells me she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Your turn,” I say. Spinning her around, I wrap one arm around her waist and let the other skate down her lower stomach as I latch my mouth on her shoulder, holding her to my chest.

I love the whimper that escapes her lips when I roughly drag my thumb over her already swollen clit. She’s slick and clearly turned on by having her hands on me. I waste no time and slip two fingers inside of her, letting my thumb rest against her tiny bundle of nerves. She moans loudly in my ear, and I have to do the same at the feeling of her tight greedy pussy gripping the fingers I have inside of her.

What started out as payback for a teasing grin is going to turn into more torture for myself if the twitch in my cock has something to say about this situation.

“Diego,” she pants against my cheek. “Kiss me,” she begs. I release her shoulder and run my tongue over the small indentions my teeth made in her skin and kiss her as best as I can at this angle. I slowly drag my fingers out of her and then plunge them back in.

I’m holding every ounce of her weight up with the arm I have wrapped around her, and I love that she’s able to let go enough to trust me to keep her safe as she greedily takes the pleasure I’m giving her. The frantic circling of her hips tells me she’s close, and I feel less embarrassed about my quick orgasm knowing I can take her over the edge just as fast.

“Fuck, Em. Come for me,” I say into her mouth and press hard with my thumb.

She stiffens, and a second later her tight pussy clenches my fingers harder than anything I’ve ever felt before. I hold my hand still and let her orgasm grip me repeatedly until the pulsing grows weak; then I begin to move my hand again prolonging it as long as I can until she begs me weakly to stop.

I blatantly pull my fingers from her and put them in my mouth. I knew the second I put my mouth on her last night that I’d never get enough of her taste, and I refuse to squander the opportunity to do it now. She sags slightly against my chest and a sense of pride at the ability to please her, even when my cock hasn’t been inside of her, hits me hard.