33. Chapter Thirty Two
Chapter Thirty Two
My back slams against the door as Kaden kisses me, the two of us tangled in each other's arms.
After the creek, we went to Moloch's Bar — a small tavern on the outside of town — for a quick drink.
One drink turned into four, then another, before we were drunk, laughing about things I can't recall.
Jordan had been mentioned a few times, but nothing deep. We just reminisced, and as I got more numb, I laughed, particularly about the night in the hot tub.
Before I realized it, we had called for an Uber, and since I'm trying to save money, I agreed to let Kaden come back to my place until we were sober enough.
Truthfully, I didn't want to be alone either.
Blaise had texted me that he would be staying the night at his brother's for the bachelor party. I didn't trust myself to be home alone intoxicated, wondering if I'd find myself on the floor again or end up in a crying heap once my thoughts had a chance to catch up to me.
It will just be a friendly hangout, we told ourselves. And I had every good intention of sticking to that, but after our conversation by the creek, I suddenly saw Kaden in a new light.
He wasn't completely forgiven — but I realized holding onto all that anger was just hurting me. So, in the interest of moving forward with my life like I had said I would do, I decided to give him a chance.
It was that dangerous promise again.
Friends.
Except when he helped me out of the Uber, grabbing my hand so I wouldn't fall over, I remembered what it felt like to be touched. I craved some affection, a mild bit of attention — just someone to make me feel good.
The two of us fall onto the couch as we enter the living room, my body on top of Kaden's, as we kiss heatedly. His hands snake up and down my back, pulling my shirt up as his fingers touch my skin.
I cup his face, holding him still so I can deepen the kiss, my tongue finding his as his hand slips up to my bra.
"Sit up for a moment," he groans. I do, and he reaches up, lifting my shirt over my head and dropping it onto the ground next to us.
Kaden grabs my breasts, tenderly squeezing them before pulling the cups of my bra down to free my nipples. Sitting up, he wraps one arm around my back to stop me from falling, the other grabbing my breast as his mouth closes around my nipple.
Pleasure rolls through me and I thread my fingers through his hair, loosening his perfectly tied man bun.
"Where's your bedroom?" he asks, alternating between my breasts as he nips and sucks.
"That way," I breathe out, nodding towards the hallway.
He stands up, holding me against him as he does. I let out a little squeal, wrapping my legs around his waist so I don't fall.
Walking out of the living room, he heads down the hallway and I guide him to the door on our right — my bedroom.
There's only a fraction of light from the outside lamp posts but he finds my bed, dropping me down onto my back. Immediately, he's back on top of me, kissing my neck, chest, and anywhere he can reach.
He trails kisses down my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans before hooking his fingers in the sides and pulling them down my legs. They hit the ground with a thud, neither of us noticing as he turns his attention to my panties. Slowly, he slides them down my legs too, shoving my knees back open with his elbow.
Before I can do anything, his face is buried in my pussy, tongue lapping at my clit like a starved man.
"Fuck," I hiss, thighs squeezing his head.
Kaden reaches down, lifting my legs to swing them over his shoulders. I cross my ankles on his back, relishing in the feeling of pleasure as he guides his finger into my pussy without ripping his mouth away.
"You still taste fucking incredible," he groans, pumping his digits in and out.
I can't stop the little moan that escapes my lips, and suddenly, I'm overcome by a powerful orgasm, legs shaking as I dig my heels into his upper back.
When I'm finished shaking, he hastily kisses up my body, slamming his lips into mine. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, I groan as I taste myself, and I begin frantically reaching around blindly to grab at his clothes.
He sits back, stopping his movements so I can undress him. I take off his shirt, followed by his shorts and boxer briefs, before I confidently push him onto his back.
Kaden lets out a groan as his back hits the mattress but I waste no time covering his toned stomach with hot kisses. I run my nails down his chest as I lower myself further, until I'm face to face with his hard cock.
Gripping it in my hand, I give a few test pumps, pleased when little sounds of his pleasure fill the room. Leaning down, I engulf the tip in my mouth, running my tongue over the head. A hint of salt hits my tongue and I lower my mouth down his shaft, sucking him.
Hands find my hair, holding my hair as he guides me up and down, whispering to me.
"Yes, Sky. Just like that. Fuck…"
My stomach clenches proudly, knowing I'm making him feel that way. I attempt to take as much of him as I can before I struggle, and when I let out a little choke, he groans happily, letting go of my head.
I come up for air but no sooner as I breathe in, he's on me again, consuming me with his mouth, mixing ourselves together.
"Get on your hands and knees," he says huskily, running his hand down my side.
I fumble on the mattress, arms briefly giving out as I find my position. I feel him move in behind me, hands gliding over my ass appreciatively as he spreads me from behind.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, dipping a finger into my pussy. "I can't wait to be inside you."
"What are you waiting for?" I blurt out, lips parted as I fight back moans.
He hums to himself, shuffling on his knees until I feel the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. In one quick swoop, he impales me, filling me with his cock.
My hands have to catch myself as the motion pushes me forward, but I clench the blanket in my fists, steadying myself as he starts thrusting into me.
Our moans echo around the room, my hips rocking back to meet his thrusts as he slams into me. Kaden reaches around my body, fingers brushing against my clit as he massages me in rhythm to his movements.
"Yes," I groan. "Don't stop."
"I'm not going to," he answers. "Not until you come all over my cock."
Little whimpers make their way from my throat and I bury my head into my pillow, body trembling. He doesn't ease up, increasing speed, until he feels me start to tighten around him.
"That's it, baby girl. Fucking come for me."
My orgasm rips through me, blowing me into tiny fragments as I explode. He hisses happily, letting go of my clit to grab my waist as he starts spearing into me harder.
He goes deeper — not relenting until finally, he lets out a loud sound signaling his release and he collapses onto my back, pushing his cock into me as far as possible.
My arms try to support us both, but they buckle, sending me crashing into the mattress with Kaden on my back, still in me.
I'm too exhausted and sated to move though, happy and content.
Finally, as he starts to soften, he pulls out, rolling off my back. The pressure eases up but I don't move, just turning my head toward him.
Kaden pants quietly next to me, eyes closed as we both come down from our high. I can't be bothered moving so I shuffle up enough to put my legs under the blanket, and he follows suit.
Before I can gather my thoughts, my body finally gives out, sleep hitting me like a truck as I get swept into a wave of darkness.
Warm arms tighten around me, the feeling of a hard torso pressing into my back.
Sunlight threatens to blind me so I keep my eyes squeezed shut, as memories of last night slowly flood back through my mind.
Oh no.
Somewhere outside the room, I hear movement, and I realize that's what has woken me up. I still, willing my eyes to open as I quickly try to adjust to the light.
Listening closely, I confirm I can definitely hear someone in the house, and I realize Blaise must be home. I have no idea what time it is, but I quickly scamper to my feet, grabbing my clothes quickly.
"What are you doing?" Kaden groans quietly from the bed.
"Ssh!" I hiss at him, pulling on my jeans and shirt.
I rush over to the bedroom door, opening it slowly as I poke my head out. Following the noise, I deduce that Blaise is in the living room, so I shut the door briefly, turning to Kaden.
"You need to leave," I whisper.
He blinks at me sleepily. "Right now?"
I nod. "Get dressed," I order, opening the bedroom again and slipping out into the hallway.
My feet drag heavily as I make my way to the living room. Blaise senses me, turning around to smile at me.
"Hey," he says, warmly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I mutter, voice croaky. "When did you get home?"
Blaise straightens up, holding a suit up. "Not long ago. I've got my suit all sorted."
"How was the bachelor party?" I ask, heart racing.
"It was fun," he answers, brushing some fluff off as he puts the suit into a protective sleeve. "The best part was watching Alfie have a panic attack when a giant cake came out."
"Trauma from the cake," I laugh nervously.
Blaise shrugs. "Or the burlesque dancer popping out."
I force a smile, listening closely for sounds. I have no idea how I'm going to get out of this mess.
I don't answer, and Blaise drapes the suit over the back of the armchair.
"Are you okay? You're worrying me again," he says.
"I'm fine," I answer quickly. "I just had a late night."
He frowns. "What happened?"
"Nothing," I stutter, but suddenly, the sound of my bedroom door opening pauses our conversation.
I realize in my moment of panic that I forgot to provide more detailed instructions of Kaden's departure — like going out the window.
Footsteps head down the hallway toward us, and Blaise's face changes into one of shock as it dawns on him.
"Oh," he murmurs. "You had company."
Swallowing, I quickly turn, finding Kaden lingering in the doorway. He looks at Blaise, before glancing over at me.
"I'll just be off then," he says quietly, pointing to the door.
I nod hastily, hoping to God he doesn't say anything further.
As he reaches for the door, Blaise interjects. "Wait a second," he says, walking over.
"What?" I near-yell, trying to figure out what's going on.
Blaise grabs something off the floor, glancing at it briefly. "You dropped your driver's license."
"Oh, thanks," Kaden says, reaching out for it.
Blaise goes to hand it to him, until he pauses, staring at it more intensely.
"Kaden Parker, is it?"