Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Caspian

I shouldn't even be here. I should let her go, stand up, and walk away. I should think about what I am doing and control myself. But she smells so damned good and feels even better. I knew this was going to happen, knew I was going to be this way when I found someone. Obsessive, possessive, compulsive.

She cries out as the dampness of my mouth sinks into the material of her shirt… if what she has on can be called a shirt. Her hard little nipple tightens beneath the restricting cloth as my tongue dances over first one and then the other. Her hands come up to grab my head as her body goes stiff, and her breathing starts to turn heavy.

I take her chin in between my fingers when she starts to push me away. "Don't take this away from me, Sweets. Don't take these little treats away now that I've found them."

I look down at where the wet material clings to her tight pebbles. I can see through it now and can see what color those little cinnamon peaks are, and I feel my mouth start to water like fucking Pavlov's dogs hearing the dinner bell. I have to have another taste; I have to have her sweetness in my mouth.

I dip my head lower so I can tease her dusky buds, flicking them back and forth with the tip of my tongue causing her to gasp out and arch her back for me so I can reach more of her. My name trembles from her mouth causing my body to harden and tighten under her.

"What are you doing, Caspian?"

"Taking a little taste. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to. You want me to quit, you tell me to stop."

"Why? Why are you doing this? I don't understand?"

"I missed you, sweets. I want to rub you all over me so I can sink into you, but I don't think you're ready for me to suck and bite on that little pussy just yet." I ruck her shirt up under her arms so I can reveal her unbound curves without the hindrance of clothing being in the way.

"Oh my God!"

The harder I suck her turgid tips, her hips start to jerk. She's not aware of it and I doubt if I mention it, she'll keep doing it, but those sexy hips are moving against me. My hands go back to the bare cheeks of her ass to help her find the right kind of friction her little pussy is looking for. Kissing her and her attempt to find what she needs from me has told me she's not a gold digger unless she's doing a career change with no previous work experience.

The longer I have her like this, stretched across my lap, the easier it is for me to tell… Maple hasn't done any of this before. Maybe she's had a boyfriend, and they groped around in the dark, but she's never done the things I'm doing to her the way I'm doing them. The thought is exhilarating. It has my blood pumping hard and my heart fucking racing. I might as well be staring down a damned barrel.

She makes a choked whimper as I lift her up slightly so I can take more of her in my mouth. The move brings her closer to my mouth but further away from the friction I was supplying.

"You want me to keep going, sweets? You want me to make it better?"

She doesn't answer me, so I pull back to give her time to think, not willing to go any further until she tells me she wants to. Will it kill me? Yeah, but I'm not worried about that now. This time I'm playing the long game and dying is not as scary as fucking things up.

I take her face in my hands and stare into her eyes so she knows I'm not going any further until I get the okay.

"You want me to show you how sweet you are, Maple?"

Her eyes are cloudy with passion and want but I'm holding my breath waiting for her to answer. She pulls her face from my hold before covering all the lust I saw in her eyes seconds ago.

"So, I can be your sugar baby? What's the matter, Caspian, couldn't find one in the city?"

She moves off my lap and stands, fixing her top while she does. Stepping over me, she puts more and more space between us. "No thanks, Caspian. I don't really want to be the runner-up in whatever stupid contest you're a part of."

I narrow my eyes at her and kick my own ass for making her question me.

"Look, Sweets, I was wrong, alright. I admit that. I own it. I know you aren't like that."

"Oh, how do you know I'm not just here for the money?"

"If you are, it's the first time because you're not… practiced enough to…," she holds up her hand to stop me.

"So, let me get this straight, you're sure, now, that I'm not after money because I don't know what I'm doing. Is that what you're saying?" Oh shit! That was not what I was going for. "I couldn't possibly have been after money any other time before because I'm not good at… it."

She ends the statement waving her hands around not knowing what else to call what we just did. But she's misunderstanding what I meant. She wasn't just good at it, she was amazing. I could just tell she hadn't done a lot.

"That's not actually what…,"

"Oh, so you didn't mean I didn't have a clue what I was doing and sucked at it. Is that right? If I suck so bad, why keep going, Caspian? Why not just turn around and drive back to the city and find someone who does know what she's doing? Why even bother with me?"

"I just meant I could tell you've not been with very many…"

"So, I need practice before I can live up to your standards. Is there a school for that? Or do you just go out and find men who don't mind how much you suck so they can teach you how to be a better cockholder?"

I'm up and surrounding her in the blink of an eye. "Don't even think about going to someone else, sweetheart. I know exactly how to get rid of a body and I have no problem ending someone that thinks they can have you."

Her eyes grow larger and larger as I wrap her in my arms. So much for holding back, taking my time, and not getting all obsessive about her. Of course, I'm pretty sure that all flew out the door when I installed the cameras in here and started monitoring her when I couldn't be with her.