18. Presley
Chapter 18
Presley
This is why I shouldn’t drink. I get myself into crazy situations. The last time I had too many margaritas, I slept with my boyfriend. See, crazy.
Kade moves slightly away from me to get more space then sits with his back straight, extending his legs so there’s a place for me to lay over his lap. “You wanted this, Lemon. I’m waiting.”
There’s a teasing lift in his tone, but mostly, it’s a command. The sound of it sends tingles down my spine and has my toes curling in my shoes. I didn’t think I would be into this kind of thing, but Kade—I don’t know. He’s made me feel at ease, more comfortable than I have in a long time, if ever.
“I want to keep my clothes on,” I rush out, the reality of the situation setting in. I don’t know if I’m supposed to get naked for this, but it’s the first thought that came to my awkward mind. I haven’t been naked in front of anyone for a while now, and I’ve only had my clothes off in front of one man my entire life, so I don’t want to go that far.
Kade keeps his eyes on mine, a gentle smile on his lips. It’s the kind of smile someone gives when they’re trying to soothe a person, as if they’re worried they’ll startle them.
“I didn’t ask you to strip—I asked you to lay over my knees.”
My cheeks burn, and my panties become wetter than they already are. From the moment we started playing poker, I found myself getting hot and bothered. The way he joked with me the whole time made me feel comfortable. How he whined about losing, but I could tell he was secretly impressed I’m such a good player. It was fun, the most fun I’ve had since college. Just like he said this night would be.
I survey his long jean-clad legs and then my own body. I’m larger than him. My rolls may be hidden by the loose shirt I’m wearing, but they’re not gone. Derek always used to keep me on the bottom, and usually, we had sex with the lights out. While this isn’t sex, I don’t know how I feel about laying over his thinner legs, no matter how strong they are.
Kade’s finger comes into view, and he’s lifting my chin up again so our eyes lock. His hazel gaze is stern but still manages to be gentle.
“Presley,” he says, his tone laced with such care that it stuns me for a moment. “Whatever you’re thinking right now, stop. I want you over my knees. And if you aren’t in the next five seconds, then I’m going to take that as a no, and we’ll both walk out of here and go to bed. But if you want this, then get over here and offer me that beautiful ass of yours.”
I don’t know if it’s the whiskey or the way he called a part of me beautiful, but my body starts moving. I get on my knees then crawl a bit, gracelessly I might add, until I’m over his legs with my forearms still propping me up so my weight is not on him.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down my spine.
I’d never been called a good girl until Kade muttered the words earlier. And now hearing them once more only reaffirms that I like it. I want to hear him call me that again.
“Now lay down, and relax into me,” he says.
My body tenses at the idea. I want to ask if I can stay like this. He could still get the job done, right?
“Can I touch you?” he asks against my ear. His calm tone eases my mind a bit, and I think of his hands on me. I agreed for him to spank me, so I basically asked him to touch me already. But the rest of my body? I inhale a breath, and then I remember the way it felt to have the warmth of his palm on my lower back earlier.
“Y-yes.” I stumble over my words. “Just not my stomach.”
Kade freezes but recovers quickly, letting out a breath as he moves. He puts his left arm under the space between my forearms so that the top of my breasts and collarbone will lay on top of it then presses his other hand between my shoulder blades. He runs his warm palm down my spine, moving slowly. When he gets to my low back, he applies gentle pressure, helping me ease down.
“Exhale, Lemon. Put all of your weight on me. Let me hold you.”
Tears sting my eyes at his gentle words, words that mean more to me than he’ll probably ever know. I blink away the emotion so I don’t lose it and release the tense breath I’ve been holding. My stomach and pelvis relax into him as my chest presses into his arm under me. My knees are still gently bent to keep me steady, but I’m as relaxed as I can be in this position.
Kade slides the hand from my low back to my outside hip, gently tugging my body into his. With this movement, I can feel all of him, including his own arousal. It shocks me—but not only the hard length of it, more that he's turned on. I didn't expect it.
“That’s it,” he soothes. “You did that so well.”
The combination of how he feels and his gentle praise has those dang tears threatening to come back. I try to hold them in, but I’m failing. Why is this so emotional? I’m going to blame the whiskey because this shouldn’t be making me cry. This should only be hot. I mean, it is, but why do I feel like I want to cry at every word he says? At every touch?
“Lemon,” he says gently. “Look at me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that what I’m feeling doesn’t show before I turn my head to him. He shifts his arm under my chest so I’m more supported, the small movement doing nothing to help keep my emotions at bay .
“Feel whatever you need to feel. Let me take care of you.”
Now Kade is the one surprising me. Isn’t something like this supposed to be a few swats, then it’s over? Why does it feel like so much more than that when we haven’t even started?
Despite the swirling thoughts in my mind, I nod.
“If I spank you too hard, tell me to go lighter. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
I nod again, but apparently, that’s not good enough for him.
“Use that smart mouth of yours, Lemon. Do you understand—yes or no?” He grins, his eyes smiling with it.
I instinctively squeeze my thighs together at how he speaks to me. It’s still commanding, but the light flirting I’ve come to know as uniquely Kade is there, too. It lightens the mood a bit, making everything we’re doing more comfortable.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He squeezes my hip then moves his palm to my ass, holding it there. “I’m going to start light. Breathe through it, and just let yourself experience it. Don’t think so much. You understand?”
“I’ll try not to.” His palm comes down on my ass lightly, and I jump in surprise. His hand under my chest holds me tighter.
He swats me again. “Only try, Lemon?”
“Okay! I won’t think so much.” I squirm, every nerve ending in my body buzzing.
He rubs his hand over my legging-clad ass and hums. “Attagirl. I like it when you follow directions.” He lifts his palm off my ass, and I think he’s going to spank me, but then I feel his fingers lightly stroking over my covered skin in a teasing motion. “Fuck, your body is so beautiful. This ass.” He punctuates his point by squeezing it a bit. “It’s a work of art.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. Oddly enough, I find his compliments more embarrassing than what we’re doing. I want to protest his words, to tell him he doesn’t have to lie to me, but when his hand comes down on my butt again, he swings it in an upward motion so only part of his palm spanks me.
I cry out, but before I can recover, he does it again and again, switching cheeks as he swats. The barrage of sensations clears all my thoughts from my mind until all I can think about is the way his hand feels against my body and how his erection gets harder as I shift against him from the force of his spanks.
I’m not sure how many he’s done—and they aren’t very hard—when he suddenly stops. After a pause, he lays his hand on my heated backside, causing me to jump, but instead of spanking, he goes back to rubbing his palms over the stinging skin.
“How was that?” His voice sounds different, huskier. My thighs rub together of their own accord, and I can’t help but notice how wet I am. I hope I don’t leave a wet spot on his pants—that would be embarrassing.
A strike on my ass, one a little harder than before, has me turning to meet his intense gaze. His hazel eyes are almost brown in the darkened loft as he waits for my answer.
“I liked it.”
A sly grin plays at the corner of his lips. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I say, not having to think about it. Maybe it’s the endorphins talking, but I want whatever he’ll give me.
Kade hums, the hand under my chest moving. His forearm now rests between my breasts, and his rough hand comes to gently grip the column of my throat. The action has me thinking of what I witnessed in the back room, how he’d held that woman’s neck as he kissed her.
It turned me on then, and now that it’s me, more arousal floods my sex. I become highly aware of every inch of my body. My nipples are hard, pressing against the thin cups of my bra. My breasts feel heavy, like they’re aching to be touched, and the same goes for every inch of my skin as if all of my nerves are on fire and only Kade can put them out. Even my clit pulses with need, a sensation I’ve never had.
“Is this okay?” His fingers press softly into my neck.
“More than okay,” I breathe out .
He hums again, and I swear he looks proud of me. His chest is puffed and broad, and a sure, closed-mouthed grin is on his lips. His eyes are soft and sparkling.
“I’m going to go harder this time. Do you want that, Lemon?”
I nod, and that earns me a spank that is indeed harder. “Yes! Please, Kade. Go harder.”
His mouth drops to the shell of my ear, and he runs the tip of his nose over the sensitive skin. I shiver as he says, “You’re a quick learner. I like it.”
He pulls his lips back and sits up, his grip on my throat tightening as his palm comes down on my ass. This time, he doesn’t tease; he spanks me with more force like he promised. He uses his whole palm now, and because I’m so turned on, I feel every hit more strongly. His smacks are firecrackers on my skin that spark and smart, causing me to squirm against him and cry out with soft sounds of pleasure mixed with pain.
Kade stops his spanks, and his grip on my throat becomes heavier. He adjusts us, his body moving underneath me so I can feel even more of his very hard length digging into the skin of my low stomach.
His mouth returns to my ear. “If you keep squirming, I’m going to have to get out my ropes.”
Ropes? I’ve seen rope bondage on the internet before, but I guess I never thought someone like me would be into it. Apparently, that’s not true, because the image of me tied up over his lap has a moan I didn’t plan to utter bursting from me and bouncing off the walls of the loft.
An amused chuckle escapes him. “Good to know for next time.” I don’t have time to think about what he said because he brings his hand down on my ass again. “Now breathe, darlin’. Remember what I said. Feel what you need to feel.”
My body immediately relaxes at the way he says darlin’ . This man and his nicknames. But just like with Lemon, the way he says it with his sweet Southern drawl has me feeling special, like he’s saying it just for me.
There’s also the fact that he stopped using the nicknames after the texts he saw. Despite my desire to smack him for invading my privacy, I understand why he looked. Maybe it’s silly that I had a change of heart about it all, but these nicknames are different. They aren’t said to be condescending or generic; they’re said for me. They’re a part of who he is—and I’m starting to really like this man.
A strong spank to my left ass cheek has me releasing a groan.
“Stop thinking. Let that mind of yours be free, Presley.”
Tears that had gone threaten to come back, and I clamp my eyes shut. He spanks me again and again, and I exhale through the pain.
“That’s it, my good girl. Just feel what I do to you. Let this beautiful body of yours take over.”
A tear leaks from the corner of my eye, and I drop my upper body into the pressure of his hand around my neck and his forearm between my breasts.
“You’re amazing,” he purrs between swats, his fingers stopping to tease the sensitive skin now and then. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for trusting me with your body and your mind.”
My chest tightens, and I think I’m starting to understand Kade more, why he likes this—the control, the trust—especially given what he told me about his family situation earlier.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Oh my god, Kade!” A cry leaves my lips, and I can’t take it back, so I turn scarlet. I never make sounds.
Kade notices my reaction. “Be as loud as you want. Let it out.” He tightly holds the heated skin of my ass then smacks the cheeks harder this time.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. It’s starting to really hurt now, but to my shock, I like it even more. The pain gives me a certain sense of freedom, of release, like he’s been wanting me to have .
Kade chuckles, so I open my eyes. His teeth are showing as he smiles down at me. “I was wondering if I could get you to swear.” He hits me again, and I curse again. “I like this side of you.”
He’s right; swearing has never really been my thing. I always figured there was no reason for it, but it feels appropriate considering how he’s making my body feel right now. I couldn’t hold back even if I tried.
Kade stops his spanking and glides his hand up my spine until his fingers reach my hair. He tugs on the ponytail a bit, and a keening noise unfurls like a curl of smoke from my lips. I swear I feel Kade’s cock jump beneath me, and without thinking, I rub my aroused sex on his thigh. I gasp from the short relief then freeze when I realize what I’ve done.
He tugs on my ponytail again, and at the same time, the hand on my neck applies a pinch of pressure, his thumb digging into my thrumming pulse point. Kade turns my head. “Do you want something from me, Presley?”
My full name on his lips has me squirming again. He’s done what I dared him to do; he doesn’t have to do any more. But I’m feeling bolder with the alcohol and endorphins coursing through my blood—plus, the way he’s been praising my body has given me a high, even if I’m not sure he meant it.
“It’s your turn,” I say.
He looks confused for a moment, but then his eyes light up. His hand grips tighter on my ponytail as he hovers his mouth above my ear and takes the lobe between his teeth. He bites down hard enough that I gasp, my sex rocking against his thigh.
“Truth or Dare?” Kade’s breath against my skin is hot and sensual, and I swear I’m going to combust. I haven’t had an orgasm in…a long time, and I’ve never felt like this, like if I don’t get some relief, I may just cease to exist. Is this even normal?
“Truth,” I manage to say.
“Do you want me to get you off, Presley?” Kade takes the lobe of my ear between his teeth again .
“Yes, Kade.” His erection throbs against my clothed skin, and I bet if we weren’t dressed, it would burn me.
“Say please,” he commands, his nose teasing the shell of my ear.
A bead of sweat drips from my forehead, and I want to curse this man for making me speak as much as he is, for making me plead. But I do it anyway. “Please, Kade. Please touch me.”
A growl comes from his lips as he pulls back. His hand leaves my ponytail, and I think he’s going to touch me where I most want him, but he spanks me instead. I gasp, and he keeps me still with a gentle squeeze to my neck. He spanks me a few more times until I’m crying out, the sting of my skin almost unbearable. Just when I’m about to tell him to stop, he does on his own, rubbing his palm over each burning cheek.
“Such a good girl. You’re taking my hand so well.”
Kade continues to praise me as he rubs the skin, his hand moving lower until his fingers reach the heated skin of my sex.
“Put your ass up for me a bit, Lemon darlin’. I need better access to that dripping pussy.”
His dirty words wash over me, the heat of them making my clit pulse and heart beat loudly in my ears. As if my body is a puppet just for him, I dip my stomach into him as much as I can so his hard length presses further into me and my ass rises higher.
“Perfect,” he whispers. “Just perfect.”
I close my eyes as his fingers return to my cheeks. I hiss a bit as he teases the flaming skin under my leggings.
“You’re not going to be able to sit down tomorrow, Lemon. But I like that you’ll be thinking of me all day.” His comment only adds to my need for him to touch me. I grind into him as best I can, and he chuckles. “Such a needy girl. You want my fingers on you, don’t you?”
“Yes, please. Please, Kade. I can’t— ”
Finally, he gives me what I want. He maneuvers his hand so he’s cupping my sex, slightly lifting my lower body. The pressure has me cursing again, much to his delight.
He squeezes my pussy at the same time his hand grips my throat. With how tight my body is strung and the aroused whimper that leaves me, he has to know it’s not going to take much for me to come.
Kade lets up on the pressure and lowers my body back down so he can press two of his fingers right where my clit is. My arousal-soaked clothes only add to the much-needed friction I desire, though now I’m wondering what his bare fingers would feel like. How would his work-calloused skin feel stroking me?
He removes his hand and spanks me once more before placing it back on my folds, pressing into my clit again.
“Oh, yes, that feels…”
“Feels what, darlin’?”
“So damn good.”
I said the swear word on purpose, and when I feel his cock jump under me, I know it had the desired effect. He moves his fingers over my swollen clit in firmer strokes, and I shift forward, seeking more pressure from his hand around my throat. When he figures out what I’m asking, he doesn’t hesitate to give it to me. His grip tightens so it constricts my breathing just a tiny bit, sending even more wetness between my thighs.
Kade pulls back the pressure and spanks me again at the same time. I cry out, feeling my orgasm just at the brink of exploding. My body shakes as so many emotions take over—arousal, fear, anger, happiness, pleasure, sadness…all of it.
“That’s it, Presley, let go. I’ve got you.” His fingers circle my clit, and the pressure on my throat returns.
“Yes,” I cry softly. My spine tingles as he gives my swollen nub a firm stroke, finally sending me over the edge. My vision blackens, then fireworks explode in a million different colors behind my eyelids as I come completely undone, spiraling down into a pit of pleasure as my body shakes and trembles while being held firmly by Kade.
I’ve had orgasms before, but this? I don’t know what it is. I’m faintly aware that my cries are no longer just cries of pleasure, but relief. The pain I’ve been carrying expels from me, and my body almost flops against Kade’s, but his strength doesn’t waver. He’s still there holding me, helping me ride the emotional waves as I fly high and then start to plummet back to earth.
With heavy breaths, I faintly hear Kade telling me to breathe. I do as he says, my shaking body easing into small sparking aftershocks as I feel his hand brush a tear I hadn’t known escaped from my cheek, then another one. Am I really crying?
Kade presses a light kiss to my forehead. “You’re unreal,” I think I hear him whisper, but I could’ve easily imagined it with how high I feel right now.
“Presley,” he says, his voice loud enough that I know he’s speaking this time.
I pry open my wet eyes to stare into his hazel ones and find them softer now, not hard and demanding like they were before. “How are you feeling?”
I open my mouth, but it’s dry. Kade must’ve noticed or expected it because he shifts, still keeping me over his lap as he grabs his water bottle. He holds it to my lips, and even though this moment feels too vulnerable, I take the offered water.
He brushes a strand of hair back from my cheek after I’ve finished drinking. “Was it too much?”
I finally manage to find my voice. “No. It was…” I stare into his eyes, trying to convey to him that it was one of the most profound moments of my life. That seems silly given it was nothing I ever would have seen myself doing, but I feel lighter, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.
Kade nods, giving me another sip of water. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Presley. You were so brave and open.” His thumb brushes over my tear-stained cheek before he pulls his hand back. “Thank you.”
Confusion must show in my eyes because he smiles gently. “We can talk more about it later, but we should get some rest. We have chores in the morning.”
The air around us seems to shift, and while I was expecting it to be awkward after what we’ve just done, it’s not.
When I go to move off Kade’s lap, he stops me. “Where do you think you’re going, Lemon?”
My brow furrows, and a light chuckle leaves his lips. “I thought we were done.”
I don’t miss the way his gaze drops to my mouth before our eyes connect again. “Let’s lie down for a moment. That was a lot on your body and mind. Rest a bit, and then we can head back down.”
My cheeks flush as I stare into his caring gaze. He’s serious about his request, and I can’t help but think this feels like a lot more than just a dare between friends…coworkers?
Gently, Kade helps me off his lap so I can lie down beside him. A part of me wants to argue and retreat to the hands’ quarters, to process what we just did. But if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not ready to leave yet. To leave him.
I lie down on the blanket and try to hide my flush that seems to be a constant around him. Kade takes a sip of water then moves to lie down beside me. I think he’s going to keep distance between us, but then he pulls me into him so my head rests against his chest.
“Relax, Presley,” he says as he tugs the extra blanket he brought over us. “Remember not to think so much.”
I try to do as he says and settle against his warmth. I inhale a few breaths, allowing his steady touch and the sound of his thumping heart to ease both my mind and my still-thrumming body. I breathe a satisfied sigh, and my eyes begin to droop.
As I drift off toward sleep, I swear I feel Kade press a soft kiss to my forehead.
But maybe I imagined it.