Chapter 26
Chapter
Twenty-Six
KADE
"Fuck," I groan when she starts gagging around my cock, throat constricting tight, muscles squeezing me in ways that make my vision go white at the edges.
I almost come right there—almost lose it completely and blow everything before I even get where I need to be.
God, I don't want to come yet. I need to be inside her properly, need to feel all of her.
I got here at 6:30, early enough that the sun's barely cresting the horizon, painting the sky those pale orange streaks that mean the day's just starting.
She must have heard the Harley's rumble because the garage door was already rolling up before I even killed the engine.
The second I walked through that door into the house, she jumped on me—kissing me hard, desperate, while pulling me into the kitchen with hands that wouldn't stop touching.
She wore this little silk robe, pale pink and barely there, I've been dying to tear it off her body since I saw it.
But she dropped to her knees first, fingers working my belt and zipper with practiced efficiency, pulling me out and going straight for my cock like she'd been starving for it.
Now she's sucking and licking like she's been thinking about nothing else all night, like this is the only thing that matters in the whole fucking world. When she starts massaging my balls—gentle at first, then firmer—I nearly fucking lose it right there in her kitchen.
Don't come. Don't come. Not yet.
The mantra repeats in my head like a desperate prayer as pleasure coils tight and hot at the base of my spine, building pressure that threatens to explode.
I pull her back by her hair—probably rougher than I should, fingers tangling in the dark strands and tugging hard enough to make her scalp sting—but she moans instead of protesting. The sound goes straight to my cock.
"Get up here," I practically growl, voice coming out rough and wrecked. I take in her swollen lips, red and slick with spit, and the tears tracking down her cheeks from taking me so deep.
She looks up at me through wet lashes—beautiful and wrecked and so fucking mine in this moment it makes my chest tight.
When she's on her feet, I pull her into a rough, desperate kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. She moans into my mouth, and I untie her robe with shaking fingers, sliding the silk off her shoulders. It pools at her feet in a whisper of fabric.
God damn. She's completely naked underneath. Not a scrap of anything between her skin and that robe.
"You're so fucking perfect," I say, voice low and rough as I slide my hand down her flat stomach, over her hip, between her thighs.
I slip my fingers between her pussy lips, feeling how soaked she is—wet enough that it coats my fingers instantly, hot and slick.
I groan into her mouth before sliding two fingers inside of her, feeling her walls grip me immediately.
She gasps against my lips, hips rolling forward to take me deeper, body already moving to fuck herself on my hand.
"Kade—"
"Yeah?" I pump my fingers slowly, deliberately, feeling her clench around me with every stroke. "This what you wanted this morning?”
"Yes." The word comes out breathless, barely more than a whisper. "God, yes.”
I add a third finger, stretching her, and she whimpers—that perfect sound that goes straight to my already aching cock. I curl my fingers, searching for that spot deep inside, and when I find it she makes this broken sound and her legs shake.
She grabs onto my shoulders for balance, nails digging into my skin through my shirt.
"Please," she whispers against my mouth. "I need—I can't—"
"Tell me." I keep the rhythm steady, thumb finding her clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make her gasp. "What do you need, Peaches?"
"You. Inside me. Please, Kade, fuck me."
Fuck. The desperation in her voice, the way she says my name like it's the only word that matters, nearly undoes me completely.
I pull my fingers out—slow, deliberate—and she makes this frustrated sound that makes me smile despite everything.
Before she can protest, before she can complain about the emptiness, I turn her around and bend her over the dining table.
Palms down on the wood as she braces herself, looking back at me over her shoulder with eyes dark with want.
"Don't move," I tell her, voice coming out as command. I roll my condom on and line myself up, feeling her heat, her wetness, everything I've been needing since I woke up this morning.
I push inside in one hard thrust, and she cries out—pleasure and relief mixing in the sound that echoes through her empty kitchen.
The angle drives me deep, deeper than before, and I have to pause for a second just to keep from coming immediately.
She's so fucking tight, so wet, pussy gripping my cock like she was made specifically for this, for me.
"Kade." My name sounds like prayer, like plea. "Move. Please move. I need—"
I pull back slowly, watching myself slide out of her—watching her body try to hold on—then slam back in hard enough to make the table shift.
Her back arches, spine curving beautifully, pushing her ass higher, and I grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Hard enough that she'll feel me tomorrow.
"This what you needed?" I thrust again, harder, establishing a rhythm that makes the table scrape against the floor. "This why you invited me for coffee at six in the fucking morning?"
"Yes—fuck—yes. I need you."
I set a brutal pace, giving her everything, the table scraping against the tile floor with each thrust. She pushes back to meet me, matching my rhythm perfectly, and the sounds she makes—broken moans and gasps of my name—drive me fucking insane with need.
My hand slides up her spine, feeling every vertebra, until I grip the back of her neck, holding her down against the table. Keeping her exactly where I want her.
"You're mine," I growl, the words coming out without thought, just pure feeling. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"Yours." Her voice breaks on the word, cracks wide open. "I'm yours, Kade."
The admission, the raw honesty of it, pushes me closer to the edge. I reach around to find her clit, circling it with rough fingers, no gentleness left in me.
"Come for me," I demand, voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come around my cock. Need to feel it."
She tenses, every muscle locking up, and then she's shaking—coming hard enough that I feel it through my entire body, feel it in my bones. Her pussy clenches around me in waves, rhythmic and perfect, and I lose control completely.
I come harder than I think I ever have, white-hot pleasure exploding through me until my vision blurs. For a second I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything except feel every nerve ending firing at once.
When I finally pull out, I'm still shaking. I turn her around and kiss her again because I can't stop craving this woman. Can't get enough of the taste of her, the feel of her pressed against me.
"I want you coming home with me tonight," I say against her lips, not asking, just putting it out there.
"I can't. I wish I—"
"I'll bring you home after school and let you leave your phone here." I say interrupting her.
"But—"
"Shhh." I kiss her to stop the argument before it starts, tasting the protest on her tongue. When I pull back, I keep my forehead pressed to hers. "I'll forward all your calls and texts to my phone in case he tries to call you. Please say yes. I need you in my bed. Need to be inside you all night."
She looks up at me, those hazel eyes searching my face, thinking, and the wait drives me fucking crazy. Every second feels like an hour.
"Okay."
For a second I think I'm imagining it. That I heard what I wanted to hear instead of what she actually said. But then she smiles—this real, genuine smile that lights up her whole face.
"Yeah?" I ask, needing confirmation.
"Yeah." She says still smiling.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, starting to get worked up all over again. My hands slide down her back, pulling her closer—
She pulls back. "I need to get dressed."
"And pack a bag," I add.
"Okay." She leaves me standing in the kitchen, her silk robe still pooled on the floor.
I knot the condom and shove it in my pocket—can't risk her husband finding evidence of what we've been doing in his kitchen. Then I wait, leaning against the counter, trying to calm my racing heart.
When she comes down, she's wearing a dress with a black sweater over it. The dress hits just above the knee, modest for school but still sexy as hell, and when I see her heels and her bare legs, I'm ready for round two immediately. My cock stirs, already interested despite just coming minutes ago.
I adjust myself and follow her out to the garage, taking her bag and securing it to the bike.
I put her helmet on first, taking my time, making sure it's secure.
Then mine. I get on the bike and this time she slides on behind me much smoother—confident now, knowing how this works.
Her thighs wrap around me and I can't help but rub her left leg as I start the engine, feeling the smooth skin beneath my palm.
The Harley rumbles to life beneath us.
I have to stop touching her to turn the bike around and get started, but as soon as we're on the road my hand finds her leg again. Resting there. Claiming the contact.
I think this might be my new favorite thing—her straddling me and holding onto me tight as we fly through town toward school. The vibration of the engine between us. Her arms wrapped around my waist. The trust it takes for her to let me do this.
I don't park at school. Instead I stop a block back and let her get off so nobody sees her with me. The helmet comes off and she hands it over, her hair messy from being contained.
I hate that I can't kiss her one more time. Hate that we have to hide this, that I have to watch her walk away instead of keeping her close.
"Meet you back here after school," I say.
"Okay." She looks at me like she wants to kiss me too, eyes dropping to my mouth before rising back to meet mine.
I pull off and head to the student lot, parking in my usual spot. But I don't go in right away. Instead I wait, watching the street, needing to see her before I move. Making sure she got to school safe even though it's ridiculous—it was just a block.
There. I spot her turning the corner toward the main entrance, that black sweater and dress moving through the early morning light.
Only then do I kill the engine and head inside.