Chapter 26
The words do nothing for my mental state. My breath hitches, and I don’t move as he takes his time. Kayde kisses up my inner thigh, tongue laving over the bite he left there. My brain feels a little cloudy, and it’s not a bad thing.
It’s just…different.
“Did you like riding my face the other night? Did you like it when I buried my tongue in your pussy?” Kayde coos, his fingers stroking up my slit to tease my clit. “Come on, baby. You can’t go nonverbal on me. Not when I love hearing you struggle to find your words.”
Sucking in a breath doesn’t help much, but something is better than nothing, so I do it again before staring down at him, eyes wide and thighs trembling in his grip. “Yes,” I whisper at last. “I liked it.” Because there’s no point in lying to him.
Not when he can see it so easily.
“I liked it, too,” he tells me, a smirk curving over his lips. “I love the taste of you, sweetheart.” As if to prove his point, he swipes his tongue up through my folds, stopping to lap at my clit until I’m writhing under him.
It’s hard not to look away. And harder still not to reach down to curl my fingers in his wavy blond hair. But he’d told me to stay, and told me to look at him. Plus I know for a fact he’s more than willing to bite me to point out when I’ve done wrong.
Not that I dislike it.
“I like it when you’re like this,” Kayde admits, getting to his knees and dragging his fingers along the path of his tongue. Without warning he shoves two into me, causing me to choke on a gasp as I try not to make noise. But my hand flies to my mouth, and I bite down on my wrist, eyes wide and on his as I try not to shriek. It’s not too much, exactly. The stretch is pleasurable, though it burns as he fucks me with his fingers without being that gentle.
But I don’t hate this either, and that’s such a problem.
“Look at you, already greedy for my fingers. Poor little baby, were you waiting for this? Were you just waiting for me to come here and fuck you? Too bad this is the last night of our game, hmm? I’d love to see just how easy it would be to keep you wet and needy for me all day long. Do you think I could? Think I could have you so turned on that I could just grab you whenever and wherever, shove my cock into your pretty pussy, and breed you full of my cum?” His words are hot and sharp, and I can feel his eyes on my face as I writhe from them and his fingers.
I’m definitely going to die from this. From something Kayde-related. That’s turning into a sure fact.
“I…” I know he wants a reply. I know he wants something from me. But my brain seems to be short circuiting again, and I can barely remember where I am, let alone what he’s asking me. My mind is too foggy, too hazy, and too fixated on the movement of his fingers between my thighs.
“Oh, poor thing. Poor Summer.” Kayde leans over me, bracing himself on his free hand as he shoves another finger into me. I can only whine at that as well, and his crooked grin widens. “Are you going all dumb for me, baby girl?”
That certainly doesn’t help reboot my mental systems. I stare up at him, lips parted, and a thrill goes through me at the insult. But…that’s wrong, isn’t it? I shouldn’t be so turned on by him calling me dumb.
“You’re just a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he goes on in that taunting, too-sweet voice. “My needy, sweet girl. Can’t even string your words together because of how much you want me to fuck you. Is that it?” His fingers twist, dragging a gasp from my lips, and it occurs to me that he’s purposefully making it harder to answer.
“I’m n-I’m not—” But I can’t get out more than that. I don’t think I can. “Kayde…” I have no idea what I’m even trying to say, but Kayde chuckles softly as his thumb grazes my clit.
“Yeah, baby, you are,” he taunts. “But that’s okay. You’re perfect.” He sits back, fingers sliding free, before I can do more than whine at the loss, his fingers are pressing between my lips, dragging against my tongue. “Clean off my fingers, Summer. Be a good girl for me.” My stomach twists pleasurably, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m sucking the taste of myself off of his fingers without hesitation.
“Good girl.” Every time he says it, I drown a little more. “That’s my perfect sweetheart.” He removes his fingers to stroke my face, smearing spit across my cheek. “Can you turn over for me, Summer? Get on your knees for me?”
Somehow, that gives me a moment of clarity, and I eye him flatly before mumbling, “That doesn’t feel very boyfriend of you.”
“Doesn’t it?” He tilts his head to the side, bemused, and moves enough to urge me over onto my knees. Not that I really argue, and I certainly cooperate when he shoves a pillow under my hips. Smoothing his hands down my thighs, Kayde says, “What better way to ruin this pretty pussy for anyone else than to keep it full of my cum, hmm? I doubt you’re going to look for anyone else so long as you can’t stand without it dripping down your pretty thighs.”
My breath catches in my throat, and Kayde reaches out to splay his hand between my shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure that I fall forward on the bed, face in my pillow. “Right there, Summer,” he praises. “That’s perfect. Let me take care of you. Be a good girl for me, all right?” His words just seem to goad the fuzziness in my brain onward, until it feels like my mind is stuffed with cotton.
God, I’ve never been so…happy during sex. Happy, I mean, to let him do what he wants. I feel like I’m sinking into the bed, and it’s easy for Kayde to drag my thighs back around his, until I can feel the slide of his length against my folds.
A soft whimper leaves me, though I only wrap my arms around my pillow and try to look back at him from where I’m laying.
But his hand stops me, still pressed against my shoulders. Smoothly, Kayde lines up with my entrance before thrusting into me. He only stops when I feel his hips flush to mine, and at my soft noise he leans over me, murmuring soft praises where I can just hear them. His hand on my back shifts, moving to curl in my hair so his nails scrape against my scalp.
“You’re so perfect, Summer,” Kayde intones, pulling out just to slam back into me, though he stays there once he’s back to being pressed against me. My questioning sound must make sense to someone other than me, because he gives a soft chuff of a laugh and scrapes his nails against my skin. “I just like feeling you sometimes. Just like this. Just so perfect for me, baby.”
But for my part, I have no idea how to take this side of Kayde. I can’t figure out his game, or his angle. I can’t figure out his plan to break me with this.
Though I’ve certainly never felt so…vulnerable with him. Not even when I was tied up in the boathouse and struggling to breathe around his hand. Something in his voice, in his words, and the way he’s both so caring and so fucking effortlessly in control has me reeling tonight.
I’m drowning.
It’s a real problem.
He thrusts into me again and I gasp, back arching as Kayde finally starts fucking me. He doesn’t build up to something fast and punishing, however. He takes his time, slamming into me like it’s the most relaxing thing in the world.
When I start to squirm under him, I hear his soft, breathy laugh and his other hand grabs my hip, holding me in place. “What’s wrong, baby?” Kayde purrs. “Do you need something?” When I don’t reply right away—my brain is still too fuzzy—his fingers tighten in my hair and around my hip. “Use your words.” His voice is firmer when he says it. “I know you’re a little stupid for my cock right now but if you want something, you’ll have to tell me.”
“I want more,” I mumble, not even considering how fucking desperate that sounds. “Please, Kayde, I need more.”
“Do you deserve more?” he taunts, voice sickly sweet. “Do you think you’ve earned more than this? Because I’m having a great time playing with your pretty pussy, Summer. I don’t see why you need anything other than what I want to give you.”
“I can’t…” Frustration rises in my throat, and I try to buck up against his hands, only to be pressed right back down.
“Can’t what?” God, he knows exactly what I’m going to say. I can hear it in his satisfied cooing. “What can’t you do?”
“I can’t come just from this.” It comes out whinier than I mean it to. Less of a demand, more of a plea. “Kayde, please?—”
“Why not? Why can’t you come like this?” His words are kind, but I know that’s not the mood he’s in. But then again, Kayde is never particularly kind. “Tell me why, Summer.”
“It’s not enough…” I try not to sound desperate. I try to hiss the words, instead of whimper them. Ultimately, I’m not so sure it works.
“Not enough?” I hate that he’s playing dumb when he’s only doing it to hear me whine. But somehow, that thought doesn’t bother me as much as it should. “What’s not enough?”
“I just need more.” I squeeze my eyes shut, humiliation burning my cheeks. “Please, Kayde. Please?—”
“What more do you need, exactly?” There’s a roughness in his voice that wasn’t there before. “Be specific. I can only give you what you want if you tell me what that is.”
As if he doesn’t know.
“Harder. I need you to fuck me harder. Please.”
“Oh? Are you sure? I thought you were my sweet little princess. I was being so nice to you tonight. Thought I’d treat you so delicately.” The roughness is still there, mixed with the goading sweetness. “Are you telling me you’d rather be fucked like a needy, desperate slut?” When I don’t answer, he pulls out entirely, settling back on his heels. “If you can’t tell me yes or no, you won’t get anything at all.”
“Kayde!” I still can’t go anywhere. Not in his grip. He hovers over me, leaning forward enough that I can feel his hips against mine and his now-slick length sliding between my thighs.
“Tell me you’re desperate for my cock,” Kayde purrs. “Tell me you’re my desperate, needy little slut and that you’re all mine.” Before I can even think to consider what he’s doing, Kayde moves enough that he can flip me over, his hand pressed just under my collarbone as the ceiling spins in my vision. His other hand grips his length, and he rubs it teasingly against my slit. “Come on, baby. Don’t you want to be good for me? Don’t you want to do what I say?”
It’s such a problem that I do. Any other time, I wouldn’t do this. I wouldn’t even consider telling him what he wants to hear. But with my fuzzy brain spinning like the fan on my dresser, I can barely remember what day it is, let alone why I’m against giving Kayde what he wants.
Not that his teasing helps.
“I’m…” It hits me how embarrassing this is, and I can feel my humiliation heating up my face. Kayde’s grin tells me he sees it too, and his eyes never leave mine as I struggle for the words under him. “I’m sort of desperate for your cock,” I mumble, adding in my own little flair.
His brow quirks upwards towards his bangs, and his lips curl into a smirk. “Sort of?” he chuckles. “I think you mean completely. Try again.”
“I’m sort of completely desperate for you,” I reply, a wry smile twisting my mouth. “But you’re going to make me say the rest too, aren’t you?”
Kayde winks theatrically at me. “You know me so well already, sweetheart.”
His thumb gently teases my clit, though it’s not enough to do more than make me squirm. I suck in a breath that catches at the slide of his length against my entrance. “Kayde…” I close my eyes hard, but don’t open them when his hand moves to grip the base of my throat. “I can’t look at you and say it.”
“Yes, you can. Summer, you can open your eyes for me. And you can say it, I promise. Know why?” I shake my head, not opening my eyes, and a moment later I feel his lips brush my ear. “Because I already know how fucking desperate you are. How much of a slut you are for me.” His fingers tighten sharply just under my jaw. “And I already know how much you’re mine.” He nips at my ear once, then harder, before turning to sink his teeth into my shoulder.
I yelp at the sharp pain, my eyes flying open as my hand comes up to grip his hair. He doesn’t push me away, though he does lean upward just enough to meet my eyes, making this so much worse. “I’m desperate,” I pant, gaze wide as my cheeks flare with heat. “And I’m…definitely maybe sort of a slut for you. Specifically you.”
Heat floods his gaze when I say it, and he sucks in a breath between his teeth like I’ve burned him. “And the last part,” he growls, his voice sharp-edged. “Don’t stop, baby.”
“I’m yours.” They’re just words. Just words to get him to fuck me and give me what I want.
So why do they feel like so much more?
Kayde lunges forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss as he slams into me, unfaltering as he sets a fast, unsteady rhythm that has me immediately seeing stars. I whimper into his mouth, biting against his tongue as it sweeps alongside mine.
And when I fall apart, it’s with his name on my lips and tears cascading down my cheeks. Kayde reacts to them instantly, ignoring my soft keening moans as he laps at the tears on my face. “Shhh, shhh baby,” Kayde purrs, his voice tight with strain. “But you can cry all you want. I love the taste of your tears.”
There’s something undeniably scorching about that, and I hiss under him as his fingers on my clit drag my release out for longer. My brain goes offline, I think, and all I can do is keep my hand clenched in his hair like it’s an anchor and ride out the dizzying pleasure of my release.
Kayde groans in my ear as his movements become erratic, and it barely takes a few more seconds before he’s thrust into me once more, biting my shoulder as he does. He keeps his teeth in my skin, holding himself there as he rolls his hips and rides out his orgasm that causes his shoulders to shake.
“So perfect,” he breathes in my ear, rolling onto his side and pulling me with him. “And you’re all mine.”
“For now,” I mutter, because I can’t stop myself. “Just for now.”
“Sure, princess,” Kayde agrees, as I close my eyes against his shoulder and he holds me against him, his cock still inside of me. With how his arms are locked around my shoulders and hips, I know I won’t be moving away from him until he wants me to.
“Just for now.” There’s something in his voice that I can’t quite figure out, but I’m already too far gone to even think about figuring it out. In seconds I feel myself drifting, and if I inhale against his skin to get a lung full of Kayde’s scent mixed with the smell of sex in the air of my cabin, then I’m going to pretend in the morning it was an accident.