Chapter 35Olivia
Olivia
The shower gains traction, water leaking into the fabric of my shirt and jeans. My eyes anchor to the ground, the dirt between the grass morphing to mud as Cade kneads his slick fingers between mine.
His lips tickle the hair above my ear, blossoming a heat over my skin. “I would’ve brought down the whole fucking world to find you if I knew you like I do now.”
“You flew back to me,” I croak through broken sobs.
“You believed in my wings,” he whispers.
I gulp before ejecting a long breath. My hair dampens, blouse clinging to my chest as both of us remain rooted to the ground.
Each ticking second is like the failed strike of a match. The head swipes against the black strip, and the repeated tick falls in rhythm with the beats of our hearts.
Two hearts now beating in harmony.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I beg breathlessly. “Please, Cade.”
As if my plea swipes just the right spot on the striking pad, the match between us finally lights.
Strong hands harshly cup my waist, whirling me around so my back fuses with the slippery fence. Mere inches separate us, my chest heaving through pinched breaths in an agonizing anticipation that thunders inside me.
Hunger.
Starvation.
Cade yanks the zipper down the center of his hoodie, ripping the garment off his shoulders to unveil immaculately sculpted arms. Taut skin encases the ripples of his chest and abs, and the cotton fabric hits the soiled ground.
My eyes land on that hypnotic V at the waistband of his jeans, a hot simmer shooting through my veins from the sight.
His fingers find his belt, and my gaze glides over him in a frenzy.
Some of his dark tendrils are glued chaotically to his forehead above feral eyes, rain droplets now cascading down his steel torso.
I’m finally able to appreciate his black and gray tattoo, stretching from his right pec to the back of his right hand.
The hand that unloops the leather strap from its buckle.
“Take your pants off,” he demands, toeing out of his boots before tugging his jeans down.
My throat bobs as I meet his gaze, my trembling fingers finding the button of my pants. I slip out of my sneakers, dragging the soaked denim off my legs, and then we’re both removing our socks.
When I’m standing in nothing but my shirt and panties, I cower back against the cold PVC. Goosebumps explode all over my skin, the chill of the rain colliding with my caged lust.
Cade’s black boxer briefs carve a massive erection, his tight thighs sculpted underneath for my viewing pleasure. But rough hands capture my waist again, spinning me until they plant my palms against the drenched fence.
Heat sears my back as Cade’s hard cock nudges the crease of my ass. “You want to get fucked? Huh?” His voice is pure grit, and a pool of arousal soaks my panties. “Open your legs. Nice and wide for me.”
My toes dig into the soiled ground as I plant my feet apart, the cold slop unable to combat the torch that’s lit between us. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging it until the lace bites into my skin and tears at the seam.
“ Oh god ,” I pant.
The shredded fabric flies aimlessly, his lubricated torso rubbing against my back as he yanks his underwear off his legs.
We’re caged by the abundant rain, a symphony of falling beads of water that never actually extinguishes the anguish. Each droplet is like a slap of gasoline, elevating the flames of the fire that devour our bodies whole.
My fingers find the hem of my shirt, swiftly ripping the saturated garment over my head. Cade kneads my tits over the lace bra, squeezing a whimper from me before tweaking my taut nipples. Then he covers my hands, gliding them up the wet fence to place above my head.
“Don’t move an inch, you understand me?” he growls.
I nod breathlessly. “Yes.”
He clutches one hip to jut my ass out, using his free hand to guide the head of his cock to my soaked entrance. I mewl when he caresses the velvet tip along my slit, coaxing my tight hole.
Without warning, he tears through me, stretching my pussy as he jerks my body forward with the force of his thrust. I cry out, my forehead dropping to my clammy arm as I nearly split around him.
Both his palms rest at my waist now, his damp chest leaning forward as I adjust. He’s long and full. Merciless. But I’ve never wanted to be possessed by anything or anyone more than I do right now.
I’ll let him destroy me if it’s the last thing I ever get to do.
Traveling one hand to lay on my upper back, his fingers tangle in my swampy locks. He winds his wrist, fisting my slick hair before he straightens up, only to fuck me in the next breath.
Hard.
His fingers at my hip delve into the flesh, the slapping of his balls against my pussy ringing over the falling shower. My hands curl along the vinyl with the bite of each cruel smack, gripping an invisible handle as my rickety legs threaten to collapse.
Flames course through my veins, his large cock pounding into me until clusters of light dance in front of my hooded eyes. His palm in my hair slides to my throat, cupping it as his thumb kneads my pulse point.
Leaning forward, his hips fall into a sedated rhythm, a fusion of rain and sweat crushed between our skin. “That tight pussy of yours is strangling my cock,” he grates out.
A winded breath escapes me, his hand at my hip slipping behind my ass to land between my legs.
My toes burrow into the muddy ground when his long fingers spread my delicate fold to the side.
The last inch of his cock pushes forward, my lips parting on a pleasured whine as he stretches me to the hilt.
His plush lips graze the shell of my ear, a gratified smirk forming against it. “Yeah, that cock feels good, huh? Feeling how deep you can take me, knowing your pussy has never been properly broken in for a good fuck until now?”
My eyes flutter shut, body humming with oblivion. “Y-yes,” I breathe.
“I should slap this hot, little ass of yours for settling for boys,” he rasps, penetrating me in a steady melody.
I angle my head to the side, my sopping hair draping over one arm. His teeth lightly scrape my neck, his thrusts accelerating as his palm gently clutches my throat.
A subtle warning of the havoc he’s about to wreak on me.
“The fuck were you thinking, huh?” he grinds out, his pace increasing another notch. “Giving this perfect cunt up to someone who couldn’t appreciate every goddamn part of it. That’s bullshit.”
Every inch of intrusion blurs the last of the pain until it morphs into bliss. Euphoria erupts from my lower belly, blinding my vision before my eyes lazily roll toward the back of my head.
“No, no, no.” His palm on my throat glides up to lift my chin, his rhythm nearly idling.
“Don’t tap out on me,” he rasps. “Ever since that night, you’ve been so empty between these legs.
Aching for me to stuff you just like this.
Just like I’ve been aching for you to be wrapped around me. Tell me I’m right.”
“ Yes , so much,” I moan.
He pumps in and out with dexterity, shaking his head against me. “Don’t you dare quit on me. You really want to thank me, Olivia?”
His voice is a desperate breath, lined with gravel as I nod.
He slips his hand from my throat to my hip, his speed stealthily increasing until he’s making me pant for air. “Then sign this pussy over to me,” he breathes.
Incoherent mewls dribble from my mouth when he straightens to fuck me. Our whimpers thread with the pelting rain, his speed growing feral as each drive of his cock crumbles another millimeter of distance.
Every millimeter that’s separated us for so long.
Too long.
“ Oh , your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he groans through smothered breaths. I yelp when he spanks the underside of my ass cheek, his palm gripping the skin for a second after. “Back that pretty ass up. Come on.”
A bolt of rapture strikes through my chest, my ass driving back to meet his every drill. Every passionate slap of our wet skin coincides with our booming hearts, our tangled limbs quivering with the onset of the pleasured earthquake.
“ Fuck yes , just like that. Just like that, baby.” Both his hands sink into my hips now, bobbing me up and down as I spew a string of whimpers.
His wildness grows indecisive, and then he’s smacking one palm to the fence as he continues working one of my hips.
“Feel every last inch of me, Olivia,” he breathes, his voice strangled.
“So when you’re shattering all over my cock, it’s going to be impossible to forget what it feels like to be mine . ”
His words trickle a violent shiver through me, my legs trembling as the tension in my belly unravels faster. He drives deeper at that sweet angle, my ass crashing into his pelvis as I hunt down the pinnacle.
“Oh, you’re such a good fucking girl,” he grunts, his palm on the PVC returning to my free hip. “Claim it, baby, let’s go.”
His voice drips with impatience, the pads of his fingers sinking into me like I’m his goddamn lifeline.
And he fucks me relentlessly.
Savagely.
Criminally.
Like I’m his.
“ Oh , Cade. Cade. Cade,” I chant through a whimper.
He snakes a forearm around my belly, resting a couple fingers on my swollen clit. “Come all over my cock,” he pants.
A few swipes and the coil in my tummy completely unknots, tossing me over the cliffside to another universe. “ Ohhh god .”
My pussy clutches his cock in sweet salvation, back arching as my arms and legs brutally shake. A blaring heat surges through me like a bolt of lightning, striking every nerve ending until they’re rattling.
He thrusts alongside the shocks of my climax, my forehead falling against the wet vinyl of the fence in surrender. Relief finally cuddles me, and I absently gyrate my hips just as his pace mellows.
My belly convulses through the final waves of pleasure, my lungs filtering the tension through erratic breaths. The lust-filled fog parts, the downpour weakened to a light shower when Cade carefully slips out of me.
I whine at the loss, only for him to gently spin me around. Then he bends to hoist me up, my flaccid arms and legs winding around his neck and waist.
He turns, walking a few steps to lay us on the ground. The muddy lawn molds to my back, driblets of rain falling off Cade’s wavy hair as he pins me with his icy-blue stare.
“I thought about you every damn day. Every time I closed my eyes, I prayed for yours,” he whispers. “You were mine ever since that night, Olivia.” His right palm cups the side of my face, painting my cheek with the soiled dirt.
He sweeps my lips in a smoldering kiss, hints of mint and earth piercing my senses. Our tongues hungrily search for contact, the caress of his mouth reviving my arousal.
When he pulls away, I lift one hand to bring my fingertips to his pillowy lips, staring in awe at the perfection of this moment.
Even though our bodies are filthy with dirt, the rain cleanses us at the same time. We were brought together by something hideous, but somehow, we were able to blossom from it. Paint beauty into our relationship and wash away the grime of our tainted beginning.
Individually, we were the muddy pieces.
But together, we’re the rain.
“I only ever want to be yours,” I whisper back.
With his free hand, Cade reaches between us to position his cock, our lips parting in tandem as he leisurely eases inside me. Our brows twist in strained pleasure, only for him to brace his palm on the ground beside my head.
He pumps steadily, gasps floating from my mouth as I prop a hand on his steel and shiny chest. Every inch of him stretches my pussy, my lips pursing when he battles my threshold.
The tip of his nose brushes mine as he pants against my lips. “Can you be a good girl and give me one more?”
I nod breathlessly against his open mouth.
He releases a groan, dipping his head into the crook of my neck as he increases the pace and angle. His muddy palms hook under my knees, opening me wider as he smears my skin in the coarse muck. “Spread your legs so I can give you this cock. Be a good hostess and hold them right here.”
His hands return to my cheek and the ground respectively, only for my palm on his torso to drop. My fingers scoop up dirt and grass, the grime packing into my fingernails.
But it’s the last thing I’ll ever care about.
His head idles above mine, his lips folding through muffled moans. He drives deeper, his cock slipping in and out of me with ease now that I’m spread-eagle.
“O-oh, god,” I gasp, briefly throwing my head back into the lawn.
Then I crank my chin up, our hot breaths mingling with each thrust. My dirt-clad hand reaches his stubbled jaw, coating his damp skin with the mud. “Make me yours, Cade. Come inside me,” I pant against his lips. “You’re clear. I’m clear. Don’t you dare pull out.”
He groans, my pleas the only encouragement he needs to plunge deeper. I’m yearning for air, my murky fingers sinking into the side of his face when my stomach chokes.
“ Fuck yes , give it to me, Olivia,” he breathes.
The coarse ground grates against my skin as he shoves himself into me. Tremors break out beneath my skin, the pressure in my lower belly exploding yet again.
I cry out, tossing my head back as I soar into a sea of stars. I strangle him shamelessly, body vibrating through the swollen ripples of my orgasm.
“ Holy fuck. Holy shit ,” Cade gasps, hot spurts of his cum shooting inside me.
His wet hair slaps against my chest, the weight of his head resting between my breasts as he shudders above me.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
My hand slides to the back of his head, fingers lacing through his soaked hair as he quivers in my embrace. The same way I trembled in his once upon a time.
Only now, we get the chance to enjoy this turn of events.
Revel in every drop of it.
This is what was waiting for us on the other side of that night.
Love.
Every jerk of his body draws out my own orgasm, the sporadic pellets of rain landing on our heated skin as we catch our breaths. And when he raises his head, his fingers brush a few wet strands off my sticky temple.
“Someone should have warned me that the man who saved me fucks like a savage,” I whisper.
His lips tip up in the corner, forehead melting to mine as he says, “Jack-of-all trades, baby.”
I softly chuckle before he seals his lips to mine. The rain gradually dissipates, and our mouths languidly dance as the air shifts from primal to tender.
Sunlight breaks through the clouds, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that our lovemaking is the beginning of a new chapter in our whirlwind story.