Chapter 17 #2
From the very first stroke I’m overwhelmed, her sweet juices coating my mouth and chin. Her gasps and cries are music to my ears as I suckle her, already knowing this will be my deadliest addiction.
I need her. I crave her, and as her hips rub back and forth, her body caught up in the throes of pleasure, I know I’ll do anything to have this again, to have it time after time.
“Kaede . . . Kaede, Kaede—” she cries out, her thighs trembling around my ears. She’s on the edge, wanting permission to fully embrace the pleasure and the release, begging to know that she’ll be safe if she does.
I pull back, looking up at the quivering sight above me. “I have you, Court. Come for me.” I mean it to be an order, but there’s a plea buried in the command.
Come for me. Come on me. Fall apart, honey. I’ll catch you. Drown me in your fucking cum. I need it. Please.
I lick her clit once more, and she shatters.
Her hips buck wildly against me as she collapses to the headboard for support.
She loses all pace and rhythm, and I take over, holding her hips steady against my face and licking her again and again.
The spasms keep coming, tearing her apart as she moans and cries out in pleasure, and I savor every drop of her cum, every moment where she lets all pretense fall away and is simply . . . mine.
Courtney comes down, her final moan of release shuddering as she struggles to breathe, and I lap at her lazily, my fingers tenderly tracing along the skin of her thighs.
She rolls off me, lying down on the bed. I flip over to face her, kissing her with her cream all over my lips and chin, but she doesn’t seem to mind either and kisses me back passionately.
“Kaede?”
“Hmm?” I ask, not breaking my path down her neck. She points to her nightstand, and I open it to find an unopened box of condoms. That’s Courtney, always prepared. I grab one, opening it and rolling it down my straining cock.
She spreads her long legs, bending her knees to dig those sexy heels into the mattress. I crawl between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance before bending down to kiss her deeply.
I lock eyes with her, giving her one last silent opportunity to stop this madness even as I pray she doesn’t. She bites her lip and nods.
My first thrust is greeted by gripping, velvety tightness that has both of us moaning into each other’s mouth. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and I almost stop, but her hips rise to meet me, letting me know that she’s okay.
I can’t fit all the way inside her with one thrust, so I pull back, working and stretching her carefully with short strokes until I feel my balls nestle against the warm skin of her ass.
I lift her legs to wrap around me, grunting as the pointed tips of her heels dig into my ass.
“Yes . . .” she hisses, lost in desire. But her eyes stay locked on mine as I pull back and start fucking her deeply. She stays with me, her pussy pulsing and tightening around me with every stroke.
“K–Kaede,” she moans as a mini-orgasm ripples through her, her fingernails digging harder into my back. It’s gorgeous, watching the most controlled person I know lose control . . . for me.
I can’t hold back any longer. I give in to my inner desire and pound her savagely with hard, deep strokes that shake our bodies and the bed itself. I take from her even as she takes from me, and when my cock swells, she’s there too.
“Courtney!” I grit out through clenched teeth, forcing my eyes open because I want her, real and here with me, to be the thing I see as pleasure rocks through my body.
She screams as her pussy clamps around my cock in a vise grip and I explode deep into her. I can feel the cords in my neck stand out as the whole world spins, but I don’t mind. There’s only the pleasure, the release, and the woman pinned beneath me as she comes just as hard as I do.
I collapse, half turning to not crush her and pulling out. I’m so exhausted I can’t take the condom off, but who cares? All that matters is that I’m sweaty and sticky-slick with her juices coating my mouth and cock, and I think she bruised my ass with her high heels.
Fucking glorious. Or glorious fucking? Hell, why not both?
Court turns over, laying her head on my chest. Her hair is a wild mess, which I love so much because it’s from my hands and from our sex.
She lets her heart slow, tracing her right index finger over my skin as we seem to find an intimacy that’s even closer than the sex we just had.
I can’t see her face, but that was . . .
more than any office fantasy could have been.
I dreamed of getting my rocks off, sure, of being ridden like a horse and possibly put away wet, or of smacking that ass until I blew her back out.
This was more. So much more.
I didn’t know if Courtney would be the ball-busting boss bitch in bed or flip that switch and be submissive, or somewhere in between. But what she is . . . is perfect.
I mean to say something sweet, but the events of the night hit me like a sledgehammer and all that comes out is a blissed-out sigh of contentment. My arm tightens around her, holding her close as sleep takes me.
The morning sun creeps across the ceiling as I wake up, realizing that dawn’s breaking. In the soft quiet, with only Courtney’s breathing disturbing the silence, fresh worries run through me.
Is this going to be awkward? I mean, she’s naked in my arms and a few hours ago, I was inside her.
Did I do the right thing? I don’t regret this now, but will she when she wakes up?
But Court shifts, waking up to turn onto her elbows, smiling like she’s had the best sleep of her life and it’s no big deal to wake up in bed with me. “Coffee?”
“You wake up, smile at me like that, and then ask if I want coffee?” I joke, brushing a lock of her hair out of her face and taking a moment to savor her eager grin. “Are you real?”
She pinches my arm, hard, and I flinch. “Shit! Okay, okay. You’re real.”
Courtney laughs, bouncing out of bed to snag a satin robe from her closet before happy dancing-slash-wiggling her way out of the room.
As she sways, the open robe swings in opposition, flashing me her ass—right cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek.
I freeze in place to watch until she rounds the corner, and then I hop up and grab my boxers.
Not that I care about being clothed, really, but that ass has me hard again, and if she sees that . . .
I can’t take the blame for anything that would happen at that point.
I make a quick stop in the bathroom to wash my face, pits, and balls, but the smell of coffee is too enticing to allow me to do much more. I damn near run for the kitchen . . . and Courtney.
She’s leaned up against the counter, her robe barely tied and held to her shoulders by a whisper and a prayer as she looks at me saucily, a cup in her hand.
She offers it to me, and I take a sip, relishing the rich, complex flavors.
Fuck, I love coffee, pure and unadulterated by all the healthy crap I usually put in it.
Plain, dark coffee—just caffeine and bitter comfort.
I sigh happily, feeling like I’ve settled into heaven.
But I’m still a little nervous, and after I take a third sip, I set my cup down.
We’re on opposite sides of her kitchen, leaning against the counters, and I clear my throat once while I try and think of how to say what I need to. “So . . .”
Nope, that wasn’t it, asshole. You sound like a needy, weak ass bitch.
Courtney reads my mind and gives me a soft smile from behind her own mug.
“Relax, Kaede. I wanted last night as much as you did. Maybe more. We’re doing this whole fiancée thing for the foreseeable future with Sanders.
I don’t know about you, but last night rocked my world.
You rocked my world. I’d very much enjoy doing that again, if you’re game. ”
That’s Courtney, even more of a fantasy now, when she’s up-front and bold. No pretense, no games, just clear, level-headed communication. One hundred percent Courtney fucking Andrews.
She wants me. Again.
Be careful, Kaede. Listen to what she said. This isn’t about you or your dick. It’s about the Sanders deal too.
“So I passed the test and I’m convenient, that’s what you’re saying?” I tease with a slight smile, knowing that in every joke, there’s a kernel of truth. But Courtney frowns.
“Don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I said at all.
” She sighs and comes over to my side of the kitchen, her arms caging me against the countertop as she sets her coffee down.
“Look, I work hard. You work hard. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have time to date, to play games, to small talk.
So let’s not. I like you. A lot. You know that.
And you like me . . . at least enough to ask me to do this with you.
So, why not get the most we can out of this?
Instead of repeated nights of going home to our private games of jack n’ jilling off, why not just take the benefits along with the headaches?
You know, the whole two birds, one stone sentiment? ”
I stare at her, dumbfounded. I don’t blink, I don’t breathe, I don’t think my heart is even beating. Is she saying . . . ? Does she mean . . . ?
I’m silent too long, and she steps back, her eyes dropping uncertainly. Her arms cross protectively across her middle and I see the flip of her switch from Boss Bitch to Nervous Nellie. “Unless last night wasn’t what you thought . . . unless it was a mistake to you?”
Shit, I’m fucking this up. Hardcore major fuckup alert.
I could solve all this by taking her in my arms and kissing her again . . . but then we’d still need to have this conversation again later. “No, not a mistake, not at all. Courtney, last night was great, but . . .”
I trail off, searching for words, and she looks stricken, her eyes going wide with hurt and her mouth dropping open in a silent ‘oh’.
You dumb sonofabitch, NEVER end a comment like that with ‘but.’
“Wait,” I blurt, running my fingers through my hair.
“Last night was amazing, more than I ever imagined it could be, and I have imagined a lot. And if it were just you and me, I’d pick you up and take you back to the bedroom for more.
I just . . .” I shake my head, hating that I even have to say the word. “Ross.”
She growls. Like actually, literally makes a cute little growling sound of frustration. Nervous Nellie has left the building. In her place, Courtney has gone stone-cold still and angry. “I don’t discuss my sex life with my brother. Do you?”
God, she can keep me off balance like I’m ice skating drunk. “What?”
She points a nail into my chest and then her own. “Ross has nothing to do with this. We’re consenting adults, and what we do or don’t do is honestly none of his business.”
“I know, but let’s cut the shit, Court. This is Ross’s business. He’s my best friend and you’re his little sister. You’re off-limits by definition. You, he’ll be mad at, but he’ll get over it. Me? I could lose everything. Including my life.”
Ross. One Life Gym. The Andrews. Courtney. They all spin in my mind—my past, present, future.
“Do I look like a woman who gives a single solitary fuck about who her brother does or does not want her to date? Or fuck? In case you’re unsure of the answer, it’s no.”
She’s breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, which is helping the bare slip of fabric that’s barely hanging onto her shoulder fall dangerously low.
Her nipple peeks out, distracting me and making a better argument than anything else.
Or at least my dick’s deciding that now is a fine time to chime in because it’s asking me Ross who?
She’s wearing me down, and she knows it. She can taste the tide turning in her favor like in any negotiation. It excites her the same way it excites me. She’s not taking this easily, not letting go of what she wants without a fight.
Not letting go of me without a fight.
And I’m done for. We both know it.
I gulp and find my voice. “When this all goes to shit and my best friend rightfully punches me the fuck out, takes my company, and kicks me out of his life, I’m going to remember this moment right here. The moment it all seems worth it.”
Her lips start to lift, and I tell myself that I’m doing the right thing. The right thing for me, for once in my damn life.
“With you standing in front of me, back straight, fire in your eyes, hair a mess from my hands, and that ring on your finger. When that happens, help me remember, okay?”
Courtney nods, licking her lips and moving into my space. She presses me into the counter with her body, bare tits pressed to my chest and hope in her eyes.
Hope for me. For us.
And it’s beautiful and sweet and all I ever wanted.
“It’ll be okay, Kaede. It’ll be finer than fine, I promise.”
Sure, it will. I nod, even though I don’t believe her. I’m only risking . . . everything. Court might lose some face, and yeah, Ross will be mad at her. But she’s his sister. He’ll forgive her.
But he legit might kill me.
I kiss her anyway, signing my own death certificate.