Convincing Cara (Wishing Well, Texas Book 2) (25 page)

“Oh…”

I loved that Trace had no problem expressing himself. I loved when he told me all the things he wanted to do to me, all the things he loved about my body, all the things I made him feel in graphic detail.

With the pressure of doing the wrong thing having been taken off, I decided to trust my instincts. Since my palms were still tingling, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His thick hardness was heavier than I’d thought it would be. I squeezed it as I ran my hand from the base to the swollen head of his tip then back down again. His erection throbbed like it had a heartbeat in my hand.

The sounds of the shower spraying and Trace’s breathing growing increasing louder as I worked my hand up and down his straining flesh were a powerful aphrodisiac. My core was starting to clench with need. I was growing wetter by the second, and the moisture had nothing to do with the water flowing down on me.

I loved the feeling of Trace’s velvet-smooth skin beneath my touch. The duplicity of the silky texture covering the steel of his rock-hard dick was a heady combination that had me feeling dizzy with desire. I wanted to experience the sensation on more than just my hand. Letting my instincts lead me, I leaned slightly forward and guided the head of his tip along my cheek, across my mouth, and over my jaw. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the erotic pleasure the contact flooded through me.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one enjoying it, because Trace gritted out, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

After the third pass, I wanted to taste him. So I parted my lips and pulled him into the suctioning wetness of my mouth. Then I ran my tongue along his rigid shaft as I sealed my mouth around him. His significant girth and length made it a more difficult task than I had expected, and I almost choked when the broad head of his cock hit the back of my throat when I sucked him deep.

Never one to give up easily, I didn’t let the small setback slow me down. I backed off, moving my lips up until only his engorged tip remained in my mouth. A new rush of pleasure whipped through me as I circled my tongue. I loved the ridge that separated the crown from the shaft, and I paid special attention to swirl around it.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Trace hissed as his fingers threaded in my hair. His fingers held my head in place, and arousal rocketed through me because I was making him feel good.

Soon, the need for more resurfaced and I once again sucked him deep into my mouth. This time, I didn’t choke. I smoothly ran my mouth down as far as it could go and pulled back up. As soon as I felt his now familiar ridge, I repeated the motion. Over and over, I sucked him into my mouth and pulled him up.

A tornado of arousal whipped through me, and my core contracted in anticipation of what was to come as I made love to Trace with my mouth. I’d always heard girls complain about giving blow jobs, but I freaking loved this. I loved the feeling of my tongue running along his hard flesh. I loved the taste of his salty-sweet skin. I loved the way his breathing changed, the way he gripped my hair and the pull stung my scalp.

I could have stayed like that for hours, on my knees, pleasuring Trace. But, when I felt myself being lifted up, I knew that my time had come to an end. A small stab of disappointment hit my chest at the loss. It was short-lived. When Trace spun me around so that my back was pressed up against the slick tile and stepped between my legs as his hands dug into my hips, his power and command consumed me. I forgot about anything other than how good he was about to make me feel. I gripped his shoulders to steady myself both physically and emotionally.

A desperation I’d never felt before spread through me like a wildfire as he wrapped one hand around himself and positioned his swollen head at the seam of my sex. He leaned his forehead against mine, both of our eyes glued to where our bodies were intimately touching.

“You have no idea how good that felt.”

“I’ve dreamed and fantasized about you being on your knees, taking me in your mouth, and the reality put what I’d imagined to shame. You are so fucking sexy.”

As he spoke, he ran the tip of his penis up and down my opening. Water spilled over his shoulders and down our bodies, only increasing the slickness between us. As amazing as it felt, as erotic as it was to watch, the desperation to feel him inside of me was stronger.

My fingers clenched, digging my nails into his skin as I rocked my hips in need. The hand holding me in place tightened though, so my efforts were unsuccessful.

“Please, I need you.” I barely recognized my own voice as I pleaded, “I need you inside me. Now.”

A deep, primal groan vibrated through him as he entered me in one powerful, driving thrust. My back arched and I cried out as he filled me completely. I closed my eyes as the sting that always accompanied his first thrust hit me.

“Cara?” Concern laced Trace’s voice, and he stilled.

Instead of answering him with words, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and began rolling my hips as I tightened my inner walls around him, the way that I knew drove him crazy.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled as he matched my rhythm with his hips. Then he pulled my nipple into his mouth and bit it before running his tongue over it—the way that he knew drove me crazy.

I’d gone into this wanting to lose my virginity, but this moment was something I’d never even known existed. This wasn’t sex; this was intimacy. The knowing each other’s body, what made each other crazy, was something I just hadn’t accounted for.

Now that I’d experienced it, I had no idea how I was going to live without it.

I didn’t know what was going to happen in the future, but I did know that I had this night. One of the good byproducts of living through what I had was that I’d learned to live in the moment. And this moment was one of the best of my life. Closing my eyes, I determined to live in it and enjoy every second, which was not a hardship with the pleasure Trace was giving me.

Trace

“You don’t have to force the right puzzle piece, it just fits.”

~ Dolly Briggs

M
y balls tightened
towards release as I watched my body plunge in and out of Cara’s tight passage. If I wanted this to last, I had to close my eyes. The visual was so fucking hot that it was catapulting me to completion. But I needed to see the physical evidence that she was mine. That we were connected. That I was claiming her as much as she was claiming me. That I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began.

With each thrust, it was like I was marking her in some way. And, every time her inner walls clamped down on me, it was like she was marking me.

Mine.
That one word kept repeating over and over as the delicious friction of our joining caused a feverish rush of need to surge in me. A frenzied yearning whipped through me as I delved deeper into her with each measured push.

I concentrated on that one word as intolerable pleasure built in me, hoping that being with Cara like this would ease some of the torment that had been stirred up in me listening to my sister and Destiny talk about “Derek” at dinner tonight.

Even knowing that Cara didn’t really have a boyfriend had not helped to buffer the anger that hearing people discuss it had flared up in me. She was
mine
.

There was no way I could walk away from this, from her, and go back to the way things had been. I’d been miserable before, but it had been manageable. Now that I’d kissed her, tasted her, and claimed her. I wouldn’t survive being put back into the friend zone.

That thought fueled me as I drove into her again and again. Every time my body disappeared inside her in possessive strokes, I soared higher and higher into the clouds of ecstasy. I was on a bullet train headed towards release and I wanted—no, needed—to take her with me.

Sliding my hand to where our bodies were joined I began running my finger over her swollen clit.

“Oh yes!” she cried out as I flicked my finger faster. “Like that. Just like that. Don’t stop! Yes.”

She continued exclaiming words of encouragement as I brought her closer and closer to her peak. Within seconds, her body was shaking in convulsions as she came with complete abandon. Watching her body tremble in release as her inner muscles squeezed me tight was too much for me to take.

In one final plunge, my whole world exploded in a jarring, earth-shattering orgasm. I buried my face in her neck and wrapped my arm around her, holding her as close to me as possible as I rode out the white-hot eruptions bursting through me. It was the longest, hottest release of my life.

I was still recovering when Cara wiggled against me as she giggled.

“The water’s getting cold,” she said.

“Oh, right.” Still holding her, I shut the water off, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed two towels.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, her ankles hooked behind my back, as I carried her into the bedroom. When I got to the bed, I lowered her to the floor and made quick work of drying both of us off. She shivered as I did.

The second we were both mostly dry, I threw the comforter back and climbed into bed, taking Cara with me. I lay on my back, and she automatically snuggled against me, her head resting on my chest and my shoulder, her leg draped over me. Then I covered us both up.

We’d fallen into this routine over the past couple of weeks when we went to sleep. I would lie down and she would get in what she called her “spot.” Every time she called it that, my heart expanded. I would run my fingers through her hair until she fell into a peaceful sleep. Then I would kiss her on the top of her head, tell her that I loved her, and go to sleep.

It was a chickenshit move by me to say those words to her when she wasn’t conscious. But it was either that or go fucking crazy. I needed to say those words even if she didn’t technically hear them. It was a physiological imperative, like breathing, eating, and drinking.

“I really missed you tonight. I’m glad you came home early.” Cara snuggled even closer to me.

“There was another reason I left early.” I hadn’t been planning on bringing the subject up. It’d just kind of come out.

“Oh.” She looked up at me from beneath her dark lashes.

“Who’s Derek?” I had no right to ask—and even less right to be mad. But there I was, asking and pissed.

Cara’s face scrunched as she tilted her head up so that she was facing me. “He’s a lawyer that works in my building.”

“Why do Harmony and Destiny think he’s your boyfriend?” I asked, anger in my voice.

Her eyes widened, and she sat up, pulling the blanket over herself in a protective move. I pushed up to a seated position as my entire body went numb. My mind was reeling.

Was this Derek guy actually her boyfriend?

She had been going into the office more often, but she’d said that it was because it was easier for her to focus there and with the added column she needed to work where she could concentrate.

I’d actually been flattered when she’d told me because I thought I was the distraction making it hard for her to keep her mind on her work. But, now, I wasn’t so sure. I’d known going into this that she’d just wanted to date and have fun, but we’d talked about not seeing anyone else, and I’d thought we’d been on the same page.

“Cara?” I wasn’t sure I
wanted
to hear her explanation, but I knew I
needed
to.

“Sorry.” She blinked as she brushed her hair behind her ear. “It’s just embarrassing. Um, the night I came home and you were at Colton’s, I had been out on a date with Derek. Then, the next day, I saw Destiny and Harmony at Sugar Rush, and Harmony said that she knew the date with Derek had gone well because I was glowing.”

I waited for her to say more, but when she didn’t continue, I grew impatient. I wasn’t sure what she was trying to tell me. Had the date gone well?

“So, you went out with him again?” I asked.

“No!” She shook her head. “No! That’s not what I… I wasn’t glowing because of Derek. I was glowing because of
you.
When she’d noticed my
glow
, I’d been thinking about the fact that you’d told me to wear my lucky panties and be at your office at six o’clock. But I couldn’t tell them that. So, I didn’t tell them anything.

“Then, when we went to lunch yesterday, they just assumed my glow was still coming from Derek. From just the look on my face, they were sure I’d not only lost my V-card, but that it had been really good. They were right about two out of the three. I am no longer a virgin and it has been good—better than good. But not because of Derek, because of you.”

Cara looked flustered, and as much as I wanted to pull her into my arms and tell her that everything was okay, I wanted something else even more.

“Break up with him,” I said.

“What?” Her eyebrows drew together.

“Break up with him,” I repeated.

“Trace, I’m not actually with him,” she explained slowly.

“I know that, but I want you to tell my sister and Destiny that you broke up with him.” Was I being unreasonable? Probably? Did I give a damn? Nope.

“Why?” she asked, confusion still swimming in her baby blues.

“I don’t care.” I shrugged. “He cheated. He has bad breath. A small dick. Make up a reason.”

Her mouth turned up in a wide smile as she tried to hold in a laugh. At least one of us thought this was funny.

She licked her lips before clarifying, “No. Not why would I break up with him. Why do you want me to say I broke up with him?”

“I told you I don’t share.” I’d thought I’d made that clear.

“Right, but he’s not really my boyfrie—”

“I don’t share,” I said with a little more harsh authority than I’d meant to.

Her eyes widened, and a blush, my favorite kind of blush, crept up on her cheeks. I’d loved that, in the shower, Cara had taken control. It had been hot and better than any fantasy I’d ever had. But I also loved the fact that she liked it when I took charge. It turned her on, and
that
was the biggest turn-on of all.

When her left cheek hollowed, I knew she was considering something. I had no fucking idea why breaking up with her pretend boyfriend wasn’t an easy yes, but I tried to be patient.