Chapter 27Cade #2
Sheer and skimpy black lace hugs her perky tits, the lingerie matching the design of her panties. A flame scorches my skin, all blood tunneling to my cock when I peep the black garter bands around her upper thighs.
Her body shifts, palms curling around the edge of the desk behind her. The motion stirs my eyes from its locked position, ascending over her long legs and toned stomach. She’s tall and lean, accented with an hourglass figure that I could beat myself off to every hour of every day.
I’d never be spent enough knowing the inside is just as fucking good.
“Touch me, Cade,” she whispers, her voice starved. “Please.”
My eyes dart to her glazed stare, her slender neck exposed since her soft curls are draped over one shoulder. Her feistiness was left outside the door I’m still holding, vulnerability crawling along her skin in the palest shade of pink.
We’re tethered in a single overloaded fuse, rapid sparks exploding above us as I peel myself from the entry point. My boots are heavy as I stroll up to her, that floral scent already fanning from her luscious hair when I intrude her space.
Her breasts heave when I’m a pathetic inch from her, but I don’t lean in right away. My fingertips graze her midsection, rough digits greeting satin skin, and our eyes stitch together through the wicked blend. I tug a few tremors from her belly, my lips parting as I sink my stare.
I dip my fingers, ghosting them along the trim of her panties. My nose nudges hers, tipping her attention up before I slip both hands in the waistband. “If there’s one thing you should know,” I taunt, dragging the lace down her tight ass, “I don’t ever take pussy that isn’t worth it.”
She angles her chin higher as she works through a gulp, the crook of her glossy lips lifting to bait me. “Lie. You’ve been slumming it before me.”
Her words light me up as our mouths dance a millimeter apart. I shine a glint of a smirk, those hot lips waving like a red flag in front of me, and I’m about to charge it like a fucking bull.
“Go on, girl,” I rasp. “Let’s see that jackpot I hit. Right here.”
I slap and knead a bare ass cheek, a hitched yelp spilling from her. Her startled reaction drives my palms to her waist, and I spin her until my arm is linked around her stomach.
That sweet aroma rocks me once again, and I hook my free fingers around the bunched lace under her ass. I flick it once against her skin. “Step out of these,” I order before palming her breast through the mesh fabric.
A strained squeak exits her, concentration fleeing, and I spank her again.
“Don’t make me wait on you. I said take them off,” I murmur.
I take my arm from around her, flicking random papers and folders out of the way before she faces me again. Her throat rolls as she maneuvers the panties down her thighs, each leg lifting to step out of them. The flimsy fabric pats the floor, and without warning, I hoist her up to sit on the desk.
My lips hover against her strangled gasp, palms hooked under her knees as I park myself between them. “Is this what I’ve been missing?” I taunt, extending my boot back to roll the base of the chair closer to me.
My palms yank on her, her hands slapping to the desk surface once her ass is settled at the very edge. Our eyes connect as I sink down in the leather seat, and I situate her legs until her feet are planted on the armrests.
Her eyes inflate, shoulders hiking up to her ears with her ample cleavage on display. I lean back to get comfortable, spreading my legs out as I leisurely undo the buttons of my flannel. But when her knees drift inward, I jerk my chin up to snatch her attention.
“Spread your legs. Let me see you.”
Olivia’s glare burns into mine, her skin flushed a subtle red as her knees fan out to the sides.
A low growl scrapes against my lips when she finally bares herself to me. Her perfectly pink and glistening pussy the only sight I want to see before I’m eventually cut from this earth.
I undo the last button of my flannel, allowing my shirt to hang open just enough to reveal the ripples of my inked torso. “This a good enough visual for you?” I tease, my fingers trailing up the smooth slopes of her legs. “Does this make your pussy flutter?”
She nods through parted lips, the smell of her sweet nectar injecting my veins like a goddamn narcotic.
I shift forward, kneading both her inner thighs. “Yeah, I bet it does.” My lips kiss and suck random spots of her tender flesh, nudging her until she’s opening wider for me. “Good girl. Stay right there,” I rasp, nipping the garter belt to slap it against her creamy skin.
She vibrates under my fingertips, her body begging me to yank her from this cruel torture.
Wish granted.
My lips seal before shuffling around a few times. And when I gather enough saliva, my eyes dip to my target.
I spit directly on her needy pussy.
I peer up at her, Olivia’s rosy lips separated in shock as I tip the corner of my mouth up. Then our focus shifts to the thick droplet traveling down her slit.
Checkmate.
My palm slaps her soaked cunt, a choked mewl pouring from her when I do. I briefly massage her delicate skin, a wicked grin stretching across my face before I peel my hand away. “Yeah, you like that?” I ask, my tone husky. “Dirty girl.”
“ Oh god .” Her eyes roll as she tosses her head back, her champagne tresses spilling down the length of her arched posture.
Her aroused scent torments my sanity, the feel of her velvety sex still lingering on my fingers when I sink back in the chair.
“Come on, make me earn it,” I purr, palming her calves as I relax in the seat.
“Show me just how worth it it’s going to be when I finally wreck that prim and proper pussy you’re advertising. ”
She picks her head up, swallowing past a fat lump under famished, green eyes.
My hungry stare trails every lick of movement, targeting the way her hand skates down the length of her belly. I mutter a curse through smothered lungs, only a shaving of self-control left to ingest.
Her tongue pokes out to wet her sleek lips, her blush-tipped fingers settling on her swollen clit. My eyes drink in the way she strokes herself, concentrating on the way she circles around her sweet bundle more fervently after the first few swirls.
“Mmph,” she whimpers.
I travel my gaze up to her taut nipples stabbing through the sheer material, her tits rising and falling with each staccato breath. And when I lift my perusal higher, I catch her dazed stare bolted to mine.
A soft sob trickles from her, my eye contact throwing her head back. I glide one palm to her inner thigh, my posture still sunken in the seat as I massage her tender flesh. My other hand unbuckles my belt, the jingling of the metal returning her attention to me.
She continues to play with her pussy, her teeth digging into her lower lip when I unfasten my jeans. My fingers tug my boxer briefs over my hard cock, springing it free before slowly jerking it off in front of her.
Our lips split in sync as we watch each other’s hands, and my palm squeezes the head of my dick on every ascent.
I spew out a few stifled breaths as I preserve a steady pace, all the while thinking about plunging my cock deep inside that perfect cunt.
Our groans and breaths mesh together, all of our pent-up cries just waiting to burst free.
“Jesus Christ, you’re so wet,” I gruff out. “All for me?”
“Yes,” she mewls. “I can’t take it.”
I choke my cock on the next upstroke, a low growl running from my lips as my body tenses. “Use your fingers. Fuck that pretty pussy.”
Olivia’s fingers instantly dip inside her, my jaw flinching as I knead the hot flesh of her inner thigh. Her shiny digits pump in and out, skidding up every so often to roll her puffy clit.
All I want is to bathe in those sweet juices.
Fucking shower in them until I drown.
“You gonna make that hot pussy come for me? Huh?” I murmur.
Her head angles back on a whine, her free hand yanking the lace down from one breast.
“ Fuck ,” I whisper harshly. My hand beats my dick harder when she tweaks her peach nipple between her fingers. “Look at me,” I grind out.
Doing as I say, she folds her bottom lip between her teeth.
I nod in encouragement, an incineration igniting on my skin as our eyes plummet into each other. “That’s it, just keep watching me,” I breathe. “Your pussy, your scent. All of it is so fucking good, baby.”
Her trembling leg rocks against my fingers, her lower belly stiffening with every deliberate stroke she inflicts on her cunt.
“Oh yeah, there it is. You’re doing such a good job, baby,” I breathe, delivering a quick slap to her thigh before massaging the area. “Come on, let me see it.”
And that’s all it takes.
Her brows draw in as she circles her clit a few more times, crying out in raw rapture with my name branded on her lips. “ Cade! Oh fuck. ”
Surges of pleasure wrack her body, and my palm tears from her thigh to lay it over her shuddering abdomen. Her free hand clutches mine, cuddling it as she succumbs to the ripples of her climax.
Every tremor of her orgasm melts into my rough palm.
My stamina snaps, my fist beating my cock through every rapid pump. I fall back against the chair, the stacking pressure in my balls finally erupting when I hear her next moan.
I blow into my hand, shots of cum slapping to my stomach as I finally land on the same pinnacle. Our bodies heave in tandem, whines knotting through the air as her delicate fingers squeeze my own. And when her nails graze my skin, she ignites one last shiver down my spine before I’m depleting.
Thick smoke parts from around us, the scent of our sticky desire scattered throughout the small room. Our breathing relaxes, the bated oxygen from our lungs mellowing just as her grip on me does.
I lean forward, kissing the inside of her silk palm that was resting on my hand. She carefully drops her feet from the armrests while covering her breast back up, then rotates to pluck a few tissues from the corner of the desk.
“Here,” she says softly, extending them to me.
I pull back, flashing her a crooked smile when I accept. “Thanks.”
She nods. “Mhm.”
My eyes are trained on wiping myself off my abs, but when I briefly flick my gaze to Olivia, her mint eyes are screwed with fascination.
Specifically, with my dick.
I’ll take it.
And as much as I want to paint her cheeks that adorable shade of pink again, I opt against teasing her.
I stuff my cock back in my underwear, standing up to zip and buckle my jeans. Olivia’s legs are closed as they dangle, her shoulders hiking as she grips the edge of the desk. “You have a dirty mouth,” she states.
A chuckle rumbles from me as I button up my flannel. “I’ll tone it down next time.”
“No,” she answers rapidly. “I-I liked it. I just didn’t expect it.”
She shines a timid smile when I grab her right hand to suck her coated fingertips.
A rocket launches in my stomach when her honey slams into my tongue, a soft sigh leaving her mouth when I pop her digits out.
Before tonight, I admired her beauty and character. But now? I’m on my fucking knees for her pussy.
“Nah, that’s just cruel,” I whisper roughly, brows knitting playfully. “That taste is what I’ve been denying this whole time?”
I peck a kiss to her fingers before lowering her hand, bending to grab her sweater dress from the floor. When I hook the material over her shoulders, she slides her arms through the sleeves as I say, “Jenna’s moving out. You deserve to know that.”
Her eyes continue to pay attention to her buttons. “Oh, okay.”
“Hey,” I say, sloping her chin up with my fingers.
She swallows thickly as her eyes fight to hold mine, but I lay my free knuckles on her cheekbone to keep her in place.
“Trust is everything to me, Olivia.” My ring absently brushes her long bangs. “It’s over .”
Her eyes shoo away, only to soar back to mine in a fleeting panic. One that’s gone as quick as it’s there, and I almost miss it. But her unsteady breath shows the traces of it.
Is she this scared I’ll hurt her?
I release her, but only to continue on while she fastens her last few buttons. “I’m not some asshole who strokes his ego by being a player. I don’t have to prove my manhood that way. I know what I want.”
“I know you don’t,” she whispers anxiously, snapping her stare up to me. “Believe me, I see you , Cade.” She subtly shakes her head, eyes harboring an intensity that was waiting to strike moments ago.
Like this is the perfect moment.
But at the same time, she’s blocking a channel to her soul.
Olivia has always been a tough code to crack, and even after everything that’s transpired between us, her door is still only halfway open.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me. You’ve already proven it.”
Her words drive my palms to frame her face, and my thumbs stroke her cheeks as I fuse my forehead to hers. “Let’s get you home,” I whisper.
The sooner we go home, the sooner I can completely cut Jenna from my life.
And the sooner I can kick Olivia’s door all the way open.