Chapter 2 #2
This was more intentional. More honest. It was even months of longing compressed into the way my lips moved against hers, the way my hands slid down to her waist and pulled her flush against me.
Her robe slipped slightly off her shoulder. She didn’t shrug it back up. Didn’t try to hide.
My thumb ghosted over the ridge of her exposed collarbone, and she tilted her chin toward my touch, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. I traced a path over the curve of her shoulder and down, a barely there caress of her silk-clad breast.
Her lips fell open, and a flush crept up her neck as her breathing turned ragged.
I slid my hand to the small of her back and drew her in until the space between us disappeared.
Her fingers slipped beneath my jacket, nails grazing my shoulders through the thin fabric of my shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she teased.
“You could help me with that,” I said, my voice rough.
Her lips tilted up, the first smile from her in months that actually reached her eyes. “I suppose I could—if you ask real nice.”
“I’ll get down on my knees and beg if you like.”
“Oh, you’ll be getting down on your knees, all right.” She unknotted the sash at her waist and shrugged her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall in a soft, silken slide down her body.
My mind blanked.
The fairy lights above cast a warm glow over every inch of Stella’s pale skin, highlighting the curve of her stomach, the fullness of her breasts, the tracing of veins beneath her skin, the dark thatch between her thighs.
She was beautiful, and real, and the only woman I’d ever truly wanted.
“Be a good boy, now,” she said softly, her mouth hitching into a sexy smirk as she gently pushed me down. “And eat your dessert.”
I went down without hesitation, my knees hitting the floor before I even realized I’d moved.
I started slow, nosing up the inside of her thigh and inhaling her sweet, musky scent.
She shuffled her feet, spreading her legs wider.
I nuzzled open-mouthed kisses up the insides of her thighs, feeling her shiver every time I got close to where she wanted me.
I wanted to drag this out, to make her beg, but I’d been starving for her too long to play it slow.
Stella’s fingers wound tighter in my hair as I licked a slow stripe up the seam of her pussy, then sucked her plump clit between my lips. She jolted, her hips twitching, and let out a sound that was half laugh, half moan. “Jesus, Cade,” she said, voice high and breathy.
I grinned against her, loving the way she said my name. Loving the way her thighs trembled on either side of my face.
I parted her with my thumbs, opening her up nice and wide, and took in the sight of her—wet, pink, and perfect—before sucking her the way I remember she liked, gentle at first, then harder when she started to grind into my face.
I flicked my tongue too, then dragged it slowly back and forth through her folds, again and again, until she was swearing and pulling my hair.
“Yeah, right there.”
She was so wet for me, and I fucking loved it. Getting her off like this, the taste of her, the shake in her voice—all of it. Stella always seemed so unflappable, but here, with my face buried in her cunt, that composure didn’t mean shit.
I dragged my mouth away to catch my breath and stared up at her, my cock straining against my zipper. “Jesus, Stel. You taste so damn good.”
A deep flush crept down her chest. “I forgot how good you are at this,” she breathed, pulling me back where I belonged.
I pressed my tongue harder, then flicked it rhythmically, and she let out this high, keening sound that went straight to my cock. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come just from eating her.
I continued sucking and licking until Stella’s thighs started to shake, until she made these desperate little sounds that got louder and sweeter the closer she got. I remembered those sounds. They were the soundtrack to all my favorite fantasies. The ones I’d lived on for the past year.
“Cade, I’m—” Her words dissolved into a fractured cry as her body seized, pulsing hot and slick against my mouth.
I rode the wave with her, not letting up, and before she could even catch her breath, I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot she liked, and sucked her swollen clit back between my lips.
Her hands tugged sharply on my hair. “Oh god. Shit.” Her cries melted into a desperate moan as a second orgasm crashed through her, and she thrashed against my face. “Oh god, Cade. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
A shaky laugh bubbled out of her a handful of seconds later as she playfully shoved my face away. “No more.”
I gazed up at her, my chin wet and lips swollen, to find her looking down at me with something new in her expression. Something raw and unguarded that made my chest tight.
“Cade,” she whispered, sinking down to meet me on the floor. Her arms wound around my neck, her cheek pressed against my heart.
I buried my nose in her hair, inhaling the scent of her expensive coconut shampoo. “Do I get a gold star?”
She leaned back, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Five stars; would come again,” she snickered, her fingers already working my belt buckle open.
Stella made quick work of my button and zipper, peeling my jeans and boxers halfway down my hips.
My cock bobbed against my stomach, flushed and hard, and her eyes went wide.
For a quick second, I wondered if she’d forgotten what I was working with.
I wasn’t a vain man, but my cock was fucking awesome.
She wrapped her hand around the base, her thumb brushing over that spot beneath the head that made my vision blur. “Your dick is so pretty,” she murmured, giving me a slow stroke, then another, before her thumb pressed into the slit and smeared pre-cum down my shaft.
My hips jerked toward her. Christ, I didn’t know if I wanted her mouth or her hand first, or both at the same time.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
My brain scrambled, trying to quickly remember where I might have stashed one. My wallet? Coat pocket? Inside my glove compartment?
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even thought about buying any. “Shit. No. I haven’t needed them. I only want you.”
“I haven’t been with anybody else either,” she said with a deep swallow. “Not since New Year’s Eve.”
Her eyes darted away for half a breath, then snapped back, her gaze fierce and defiant. “You know what? Fuck the condom.”
My brain misfired, certain I’d heard wrong.
Stella sat back on her heels, her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. “I have an IUD, and track my cycle religiously. Clean bill of health, too, so no issues on that front. But if you’re worried about little Cade’s running around …” She shrugged one bare shoulder. “You can always come on my tits.”
A sharp, involuntary sound broke free of me. Everything inside me screamed: No. I want to come inside you.
I’d never had that particular fantasy with any other woman I’d been with, but I’d wanted Stella for half my life. Wanted her in ways that defied reason or logic, which included wanting to fill her with my cum, watch it leak out of her, and then fill her right back up again.
Still, that was fantasy, and this was reality.
And regardless of birth control or negative tests, going raw wasn’t entirely without risk.
But fuck. What if I never got this chance again? What if this was my one shot to blur those lines between fantasy and reality?
“And if I don’t want to pull out?” My hand tightened around my shaft, the image hitting me like a punch to the gut.
Her gaze flicked down to my cock, then back up, her pupils blown wide. “Then you’ll have the honor of being the first man to ever come in me.”
She leaned back on her elbows, spread her legs wide in invitation, and ran a finger slowly through her folds. “So,” she said, breath catching as she circled her clit, “are we doing this or what? Either way, I’m having another orgasm.”
That was the moment I snapped.
My “fuck it” switch flipped hard and completely broke.
Tomorrow Cade could deal with the consequences. Tonight Cade had one damn job, and it was fucking Stella McKinley so good she’d never want to be fucked by anyone else.
“Oh, we’re doing this,” I growled, already crawling up her body. I planted kisses along her stomach, her ribs, the soft curve beneath her tits, tasting salt and sweat on her skin.
She hooked her arms around my neck and dragged me down into a kiss that stole whatever was left of my restraint.
I lined myself up, the head of my cock nudging into her, and she whimpered.
“I got you,” I murmured against her mouth, steadying myself on my forearm as she opened for me.
I slid in slowly, my eyes locked on hers, and for a moment neither of us moved. Just breathed together. She was tight and hot and perfect, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right there like a fucking teenager.
After a few seconds, her legs wound around my hips, and she pressed her heels into my lower back to pull me deeper. When I bottomed out, she shivered. I rocked shallowly in and out of her, grinding my pelvis against her sensitive clit whenever our bodies met.
Her eyes fluttered open. “I need you to move,” she breathed against my mouth, her teeth grazing my bottom lip.
I withdrew slowly until just the tip remained, then sank back into her welcoming heat in one long slide with a long, harsh groan.
Her body bowed beneath me as I filled her completely.
I braced one hand next to her head, the other cupping her hip. Stella met me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back, not afraid to let me hear every sound she made. It was messy and raw. Nothing between us but skin and heat and months of wanting.
And it was even better than I remembered.
When I finally came, it was with the overwhelming feeling of rightness as I spilled inside her, hot and oh so deep. She clenched around me, taking everything I had, and the intimacy of it—no barriers, nothing between us—made me want to do it all over again.
I collapsed beside her, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel myself leaking out of her, and some primal part of my brain roared with satisfaction.
She turned her head to look at me, her eyes soft and sated, a lazy smile on her face. “So,” she said, her voice hoarse from exertion. “You staying?”
I pulled her against me, not caring that we were both a mess. “Just try and make me leave.”