Neighbor's Obsession - Morning 01

"I'm not your goddamn princess," Ava snapped, kicking out at the air. "I'm not your sweetheart, I'm not your good girl, I'm your neighbor, Caden!"

"Well you're definitely not my good girl," he agreed. When they reached the truck, he pressed her against the side of the bed and rifled through his duffel bag in the back. It was a little difficult to wrangle her into the cuffs once she saw him pull them out, but eventually he managed to lock her wrists behind her back and force her down in the bed.

He peeled off his jeans and boxers and pulled the rest of her clothes off as well. He climbed into the bed of the truck and settled between her forcibly spread knees, and then paused.

She was silent, shifting her arms uncomfortably beneath her, looking away from him. She hadn't struggled too much when he removed her clothes. Raindrops ran down her body in all directions, but she didn't shiver. Her body was there, but her mind had suddenly left. He frowned. This was all wrong; this wasn't what he wanted. Any guy could finger fuck her, spank her, force his dick in her pussy and cum. Hmm.

He knelt before her and grabbed one of her legs, lifting her ankle to his shoulder. With one hand on her calf and the other on her thigh, he rolled his thumbs over her skin, pressing into her with his palms.

Her eyes flicked to him as he kneaded her muscles, then away again.

His hands traveled slowly down her leg, and when he was done, he gently set her down and did the same with the other leg.

She furrowed her brow and glanced at him again. "Just fucking get it over with, Caden," she said, but he ignored her.

When both of her legs were relaxed, his hands moved up her inner thighs, pushing them apart, and up to her hips. She stiffened as his thumbs rolled over the outer lips of her slit, but he didn't linger there. Instead, he gripped her hips and pressed into her sweet spot by her hip bone. She didn't move, didn't look at him, but he caught the subtle hitch in her breath.

"Just relax, Ava," he said. "I won't hurt you again."

Ava glanced at his mess of dark hair as he lowered his head to her. His lips brushed so softly over her stomach in a light kiss. His fingertips suddenly dug into her waist, and just as quickly he relaxed his grip. He forced an exhale and touched his forehead to her stomach, breathing in low growls. What was he trying to do here?

Caden throbbed between her legs, aching for the sensation of her walls around him, leaking his own string of wetness that the rain carried down just inches away from her. He needed to feel her—he needed to fill her, plant her, stake her... Keep it together. He sighed and lifted his head, then stretched his body over her, keeping himself raised on his forearms. He trailed gentle kisses up her stomach and between her breasts.

"Caden—"

He hushed her and continued up her neck. Her pulse quickened under his lips as his member slid between her folds. The rain dribbled off of him, but her warm nectar clung to him as he rubbed up and down, coating himself with her. She jerked as he pushed against her clit, so sensitive, so unwillingly ready.

He shifted his weight to one shoulder and ran his hand over her breast. He rolled her raised pebble in his fingers, and when she let out a quiet gasp, he couldn't help but bite lightly into her neck and press himself hard against her slit. He took a deep, rumbling breath and moved his hand up to cup her cheek, turning her head to face him.

"I'm sorry," he said, and her blue eyes focused on him. Any guy could dominate her body, but he needed to do more than that. "You don't have to give yourself this time," he continued. "You can take from me." He reached over her head and grabbed the key to the handcuffs. She instantly became alert and he couldn't help but grin. "I'm not letting you go," he clarified, raising his eyebrows, "I just want to give you what you deserve."

He unlocked her wrists and tossed the cuffs to the side. At first she just lay there, gripping the back of his arms as he settled over her on his elbows again, and then she fought.

She punched against his ribs, then squirmed enough to wriggle her arms all the way free. He grunted but didn't move as she hit his chest, scratched at him, pushed against his shoulders. Then, when she was about to go for his face, he reached his hand down and touched her.

A corner of his mouth drew up again as her hand landed on his neck in a suddenly soft grip. He stroked her little bud in wide circles and pressed the tip of his member against her opening. Her back arched and he pushed into her, pinning her ever so slowly to the bed of the truck.

She let out a soft moan and then, blushing, glared at him. She opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off with a kiss.

"You don't get to speak," he breathed into her. "Whatever you're feeling, just take it out on me." She murmured something muffled behind his lips, and then bit down on him fiercely.

He sucked in a breath and met her angry gaze, but didn't pull away. Instead he leaned into her, bringing his hand up behind her head to hold her steady against him. He pushed deeper into her core, sensing her tenderness in her little gasps as he stretched her around him. When he was as deep as he could manage, he rocked his hips against hers, using the motion to brush her glazed bud and dip into her in little strokes.

She released his lip and let his tongue flick against hers. She hated him. Her head turned to the side and he trailed his tongue over her jawline and down her neck, licking the rain away, tasting her sweat.

Everything about him disgusted her. She arched her back again, pushing her breasts out to him and clenching her walls around him so tightly. With one hand still in her hair, the other followed his mouth down to her breasts, so supple in the rain.

She wouldn't forgive him for what he had done to her—what he was doing now. His teeth grazed her nipple and his fingers cupped and kneaded her. He pulled himself almost all the way out of her.

She would never love him. She looked down at his broad shoulders looming over her stomach, at the rain running off his dark hair and across her chest as he sucked her so deliciously. She saw her own fingers winding through his hair and digging into the top of his shoulder, saw her chest heave as he struck just the right nerves, saw him look up at her with something so insistent behind his eyes.

Fuck, he loved the way she was looking at him, her eyes conflicted and her lips parted in pleasure she couldn't help. I should be gentle. He lowered his head to take a cooling deep breath, but then the smell of her—of them—wafted from the mess of juices between their legs. Something primal surged through him and he stretched over her, closing her between his arms. He brought his lips to hers with force and thrusted into her, hard and sharp, filling her on every side.

She tightened her grip on his hair and sank her nails deeper into his shoulder. She tightened around him, trying to push him out of her, but he sheathed himself in her again and again. Her legs kicked against him and he grabbed one of her knees, digging his fingertips into her thigh and pushing it up against her, forcing her to stretch even more for him.

Rain and fluids dripped between them, sliding down her spread cheeks and coating his sack. Every part of their bodies came together in wetness: his sack against her cheeks, his shaft slicking her juicy opening, her breasts pressing harder against his chest with each pump, his lips and tongue devouring her.

Ava's breaths came in shorter, harder bursts. Caden could feel her walls pulsing around him, ready for her final wave of pleasure. "No," he said, catching her chin. He slowed, holding her down with his weight as she tried to raise her hips faster, but he didn't let her. He clamped a hand over her mouth before she could speak.

"What I did to you earlier—you were in control of that." He pushed into her painfully slowly and she writhed beneath him. "You could have stopped it anytime you wanted if you had just said 'I understand.'" He pulled out all the way, throbbing and leaking against her opening.

She glared at him and scratched her nails harder into his shoulders, trying to pull him down into her, trying to take control.

His breath rumbled deeply with restraint as she squirmed so desperately for release. "You'll always be in control of your pain, Ava," he said with a satisfied smirk, sliding the tip of his head along her hungry slit, "but I'll always be in control of your pleasure." He lingered a moment and then drove deep inside her, savoring the feeling of every warm, slick ridge, the sound of her muffled curse in his hand, the way her eyes fluttered despite her anger. He rocked her to his own slow, controlled rhythm, watching her face contort with frustration. "Do you understand?" he said, releasing her mouth.

Her eyes flew open. Fuck him. She didn't need release, she didn't need him. She turned her head away and pushed her arms against his chest. She wouldn't cum for him like a good little slut, or whatever he expected of her; she was above that.

He pumped faster and her legs trembled. "It's just the two of us out here, Ava," he said. "No one has to know, and you can go right back to hating me." He wrapped a hand around her neck and traced his lips softly over her skin from her jaw to her ear. "Do you understand?"

Whatever profanity she was about to let loose left her altogether as he held her tight and buried his length in her. The heat in her core grew into an intoxicating flame inside of her, and her mind released rapid thoughts of his force and tenderness, dominating and protecting her, pleasuring her, owning her, planting her and giving her body purpose... She must have said those two words, because from far away she heard his whispered "That's perfect, love. Now take what you need," and so she did.

He didn't resist when she pulled him down to her, her body shaking in overwhelming bursts of pleasure. She convulsed around him, pushing and pulling him in waves, leaking over him. He shifted unexpectedly when she wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself up against him to fill the gaps between their bodies. He wanted to last as long as he could for her, but when she tangled her hand in his hair, pressed her lips against his collarbone, rubbed her flushed cheek against his neck, moaned in her own soft, purring kind of growl—

He shoved an arm under her shoulders, trapped her chest against him, and rammed himself into her as deep and fast as he could. She arched her back in a final pulse of her climax, and he spilled into her, forcing violent, milky streams against her walls. He felt his own hot seed spread around his throbbing head as he filled her, planted her. She suddenly squirmed beneath him in a moment of clarity, remembering his intentions, but it was too late. He didn't pull out until he had fully emptied himself, until the sensation of her grew too intense for him to stay inside, until he was sure he had given her every last drop.

He looked down at her in his arms, at her trembling, exhausted body. She would be his future wife, the future mother of his children—his future in general. Supporting her head, he smoothed her hair, lifted her weary face to his, and showered her rainy brow, nose, and cheeks with kisses.

She tried to turn away from him, but she was so damn tired... "Just get the fuck out of here," she said, but the fire had left her voice. She was too sleepy to fight him like she had before, so she let him kiss her until he was done. "You got what you came for, you're clearly all packed up"—she nodded sluggishly to the various bags in the back of the truck—"so just leave."

Caden paused and sat up beside her. "Ava?"

She took a deep breath. When was the last time she had any water? "I won't tell anyone, just..." Her eyes fluttered. So thirsty... so tired... "Just go home." She felt an overwhelming sinking feeling, so she sat up, pulled herself to her knees, and a wave of spinning nausea took hold of her. "Just—"

Caden grabbed her before she fell limp. He cradled her naked body in his arms and sighed. He was indeed packed and ready to leave her house, save for one last thing.

He carried her from the bed of the truck to the back seat where he had a blanket ready for her. He wrapped her snug, laid her down gently, and quickly put his uncomfortably wet clothes back on. He tossed hers into the back of the truck and started the engine. When Ava came to a moment later, she tried to sit up and ask where they were. Caden gave her his charming, dimpled smile in the rear view mirror and replied "Home, love."

Her face paled and she collapsed back down on the seat. Shit.