“While you’re sucking my cock, hump my leg.”
As if to show her what I mean, I push my lower leg between her thighs, so she’s basically straddling my ankle and shin.
I hold my breath, wondering if she’ll do it or tell me to go screw myself. To my shock and delight, she does it. She sucks my cock, and at the same time, she writhes against my leg, angling her hips so her pussy makes direct contact with my shin. Helpless whimpers and moans escape her, and her eyes drift shut. She hollows her cheeks around my cock, losing herself in the sensations and putting everything she has into it. Her movements on my shin grow more frantic until she’s fucking my leg, her cheeks flushed, chasing her release.
She comes hard, her cries vibrating through my erection. It pushes me over the edge, too, and pleasure powers through me, racing up my spine and out through my cock. I flood her throat, jerking streams of cum over and over.
Ophelia collapses on the floor, catching her breath. She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, and there’s a brief moment where I wonder if I went too far, but she laughs and shakes her head, so I know she’s not pissed at me.
“Sometimes, Cain, I think there’s depths to you that I’ve not met yet.”
Her words make my dick pulse again, even though I’ve just come because, yes there is, and I’d very much like her to meet them.
For now, though, I want to take her, clean her up, and then do this all over again. Well, not this, but more fucking around.
Scooping her up, I carry her upstairs.
“What are you doing?” she demands, her arms loosely around my neck.
“Taking you for a bath, before we all take you to bed and do this again, except this time we’ll make love you to in a bed and everything,” I joke.
“Like a proper lady.” She laughs with a wink.
My heart stutters, because every facet of Ophelia kills me, but playful Ophelia really does a number on me.
“Christ, I love you,” I tell her.
I bend down to kiss her softly. She returns the kiss and when I break it off, to place her on the side of the bath, while I start running it, she looks up at me.
“I love you too, Cain.”
Her gaze flits beyond me, and she smiles. “You too, Roman. And you too, Mal.”
I know the guys are behind me, and as I adjust the water temperature, they come into the room and begin to get undressed.
Our night is only just beginning.
CHAPTER 42
Ophelia
I’ve been sonervous all day. I’ve never held a party before. I wanted to get the tower just right before everyone arrived, and the guys helped. We purchased fairy lights and hung them up, trailing over the walls. I’ve lit candles, too. Retro music is playing, and there are bowls of snacks dotted around the room, as well as plenty of alcohol.
The tower looks warm and inviting, and it smells delicious because Roman sprayed some air fragrance that he made for me from herbs he picked. A huge vase of stunning white roses sits on the mantel, and every time I look at them, I smile. My men bought them for me.Flowers, for me.
Such pretty ones, too.
They also bought me a big vase, and two smaller ones, in stunning colors of swirled glass. I love my vases, and now I have these new ones to add to my collection.
Guests have been arriving for the past twenty minutes. Some are people I don’t know too well, but we kept the guest list small. Mostly, it’s going to be Vani and her men, as well as Mack and her guys, and Camile, too. There’s a handful of other students, but not many.
Vani is sitting in the corner with her Vipers. Her father isn’t here yet. They got back to the place they’re staying at last night, but haven’t arrived for our party, and I wonder if they’ll be a no-show. Hanging out with a whole bunch of college students probably isn’t their thing, but I had hoped Jack-the-blood would want to spend a little more time with his daughter. I want to see him in the flesh and tell him how grateful we all are for what he and his men have done.
The door opens, and Mackenzie walks in with Dom, Kirill, and Tino. They’re all good looking in their own way, but Dom is devastatingly handsome. He could be a model, or a movie star. They don’t have their daughter with them tonight. She’s with her grandfather, the dean.
The men prepare Mackenzie a drink, grabbing beers for themselves, and they sit around talking for a while. I wave at Mackenzie and am about to head over to her when the track playing changes and a seventies dance song comes on. Even I know this one, and as the beat fills the room, and someone turns the volume up, Kirill shoves his bottle into Tino’s spare hand and casually walks into the center of the room where, all alone, he begins to dance.
I watch, mesmerized, because my word, that man can move. He’s lost in the music, and so confident and uncaring of what anyone thinks. I’d give anything for that confidence and that ability to just be.
