Chapter 2 #2
"Christ, Lainey, you're perfect..." he breathed, still holding my arms away from my body like he feared I'd cover myself if he let go. But his eyes raked over my curves, up and down, back to my lips as I squirmed under his gaze.
I was a confident woman and I loved my curvy body, though I'd been the butt of some jokes now and then about being a little thicker than the typical supermodel types.
But I had never had a man look at me the way Kade Kingston was ogling me right now.
If it was possible I thought it made his dick swell even more.
"Why are you staring?" I asked, feeling self-conscious.
"Because I've honestly never seen a woman more gorgeous than you.
" He pressed on hand to the wall on either side of me and whispered, "Stay," then let his fingers trail across my wrists, up my forearms, and across my biceps to my chest, where a single finger from each hand curled downward around the curve of my breasts and under them.
"So perfect," he mewled, cupping first one breast, then the other.
I shuddered and arched into his touch, then whimpered loudly when he stooped to wrap his lips around one nipple and suck it, swirling his tongue around and around until I was weak in the knees. My panties were ruined.
“God, can I taste you? Like for real?" His eyes met mine again, but all I could do was whimper and nod.
"God, yes," Kade growled, and dropped right to his knees in front of me.
His hands hooked around the waistband of my silk panties and he drew them down slowly, watching every inch of skin he uncovered.
I kicked them off one foot then the other when they got snagged on my heels, before he tossed them away.
His breath warmed my inner thighs as he gripped them hard, spreading me wide. His thumbs dug in right next to my lips and pulled my legs apart to expose my center, which earned a growl of approval as he stared straight at my clit. It throbbed for him; juices dripped down my legs.
"Christ, look at you," he grumbled. "You're actually dripping." His eyes flicked up at me, and I was embarrassed to feel the heat on my cheeks again. I wanted another drink so bad. Anything to make this feeling of mortification go away so I could enjoy this.
I whimpered as his mouth closed in. His tongue dragged up my slit in one long lick, ending on my clit with a flick. My hips bucked into his face.
"Oh God," I moaned loudly.
His tongue dragged up my slit again. My hips bucked into his face as I reached down for his hair, but Kade caught my wrists and pushed them back against the wall.
"Don't move," he said. "Hands stay there."
I nodded and kept my palms splayed on the cold plaster as he spread my thighs wider with both hands. His mouth closed over me again, tongue circling my clit in steady strokes. He sucked gently, then harder until I gasped.
Then his fingers slid inside me, curling and thrusting while his tongue kept flicking my clit. The wet sounds were obscene, but I was ready to collapse from the pleasure.
I tried to rock against him, and he held my hips still with one hand.
"Kade," I gasped. "I'm—"
He growled low against my skin while his tongue moved faster and his fingers drove deeper, hitting that spot over and over until my thighs trembled. The heat coiled tight in my belly, making my hips push forward and my body arch away from the wall, and then I snapped.
Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed from my core outward like I'd never experienced before. Kade's mouth was magic, coaxing the deepest moans from my lips and dragging panting breaths from my lungs until I had no choice but to brace myself on his head or fall over.
His arm pinned me against the wall harder while I shuddered and jolted and the sounds of the mess I was making all over his face and hand only got louder.
When he growled and slowed his movements I was on the verge of tears from an orgasm so incredible I felt like I never knew what sex was until this moment.
I hung draped over him for a few moments, until he slowly rose up and straightened me at the hips, then reached for the bottle of rum on the stand by the door where he must've set it when we walked in.
"You taste incredible," he murmured before taking a swig. I watched him swish it through his mouth before handing me the bottle, but this time I only sipped. He was right. I wanted to remember every second of this.
"Oh my God," I moaned between sips of rum. My head truly swam now, the room spinning and the deep relaxation of the orgasm taking me under. When I swayed, he took the bottle from me and wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me upright, which only made me snicker wildly.
"Woah there..." he said playfully as he set the bottle down. "Gotta make it to the bed before you go horizontal." The way he effortlessly picked me up and carried me to the large four-poster bed in the center of the room only made this more perfect. "You want to stop? You're sort of drunk..."
"Hell no," I mumbled, grinning at him as I wrapped both arms around his neck.
When he tried to lay me down I held him tight, causing him to topple onto the bed with me.
Our teeth collided, but he rolled me over until I was on top of him, straddling him with his hard dick between my slick thighs.
It made me giggle more until his lips crushed against my mouth and I felt both of his hands gripping my butt, pulling me down harder.
"You're really good at that," I managed between kisses.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet." Kade grinned against my lips and started rocking his hips until his dick was lined up at my entrance. Every grind of his length along my clit was painfully torturous. I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted it now.
"Do it," I panted, waiting for him to make the move, but he smirked at me.
"Tell me, Lainey... did your ex ever feel like this?" Kade slid into me slowly, stretching me so wide I thought I'd tear, and when he hit my back wall I yelped and sat straighter, bracing my hands on his chest.
"Oh holy..." I breathed, hips beginning to rock without conscious thought. It was incredible. He was so thick, and so deep I felt like if I touched my belly I'd feel him there.
"I'll take that as a no," he said confidently, beginning to thrust into me from below.
"Oh God," I moaned, voice shaking. "You're so thick—God, I feel you everywhere."
He gripped my hips and pulled me down harder, growling. "You like that, baby? Taking me deeper than he ever could go."
I clenched around him and whimpered. "Yes—God yes. Don't stop."
He continued to thrust upward while his thumb found my clit again, circling it in slow, firm strokes that made my thighs tremble.
The heat surged fast, wave after wave building until I arched back and almost screamed, the orgasm crashing through me hard and leaving me shaking, walls pulsing around him as I rode it out.
Every jolt of pleasure made my core clamp down on him in rhythmic contractions, and I thought my eyes would pop out of my head.
He growled low in his chest and pinched one of my nipples while simultaneously continuing his assault on my clit.
He slowed but didn't stop, keeping the rhythm deep and teasing.
"Look at you," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Coming so hard on my dick. You want more?"
I nodded, breathless. "More. Harder. Please."
He grinned and flipped us so I was on my back, hooking my legs over his arms and driving in deep again. "Tell me how good it feels."
"So good," I gasped. "Better than anything—God, keep going." I was a mess, a blubbering, begging, soggy mess, and he was owning my body in every way.
"Jesus H. Christ, woman, you feel incredible.
" Kade thrust harder, and drove into me deeper until I whimpered and clawed at his shoulders.
But it was when our eyes met that he lost it.
“Nope... not gonna make it," he muttered in a gravelly voice, before I felt his dick pulsing and the heat flooding me.
His thrusting became suddenly too slick as his explosion coated his dick and dribbled out of me. He bent down to kiss me, relinquishing his hold on my legs so I could stretch out. A fleeting moment of panic passed through my mind until his hand cupped my breast again and began kneading it.
"I can't believe how phenomenal your body is, Lainey." Kade's praise melted me. I forgot my own name for a moment, and kissed him back. Each slow deep thrust felt more and more gentle until he slid out of me and pulled back, dropping to the mattress next to me.
I lay there in absolute bliss with my eyes shut, not wanting to feel anything except for the tug of relaxation, the swirl of alcohol, and the tingling of a post-sex high. I’d just had revenge sex with Kade Kingston. Mandy was going to totally flip out.
The bed jostled, which I assumed was just Kade getting up, but I didn't move, not even when I coughed a little and felt more of his cum drip out of me. When it moved again, Kade had returned and I opened my eyes.
"Drink?" he asked, but I paused for a moment to think. I was already pretty drunk, but I knew if I stopped the buzz now, I'd just pass out or fall asleep, which I didn't want.
"Sure." I sat up, taking the bottle from him and sipping it. The giddy grin on my face must've looked stupid, but for a once in a lifetime one night stand, I didn't even care.
"So?" he said, taking the bottle from me after only a tiny sip.
"So..." I breathed, "I don’t know how you learned to do that, and I don't want to know, but oh my effing God, you are so good at that." I collapsed back onto the bed and grinned at the ceiling as I stretched out.
"I meant... do you feel like the crazy girl now?"
Kade's question lingered in my mind as he scooted closer, propping himself on one elbow as he draped a leg over one of mine. When I looked up at him I remembered why I was in his bed and not in a hotel room across town with my new husband. My heart instantly felt the weight of a billion sins.
"I do," I said softly, but my spirit crumpled.
"He's a douche, Lainey. No man should ever commit himself to a woman and then sleep with a different one.
I'm a frickin loser and I know that." Kade tilted the bottle up and drank deep from it, but I swiped it from him and sat up, taking a few long swigs.
Nothing in life could prepare me for the amount of heartbreak I felt right then.
I sat hunched on the side of the bed with my feet dangling and felt Kade scoot closer yet. He slipped the bottle out of my hand and set it on the nightstand, then kissed the back of my shoulder.
"I didn't want to marry him," I confessed quietly.
Before he could say anything, I kept going.
"I just didn't know how to stop it. I was feeling nervous for months.
The closer the wedding got the more I felt trapped.
We had spent so much money and he was so happy.
But I never lived life yet, and now what? "
He sat silently for a moment and wrapped an arm around me, placing soft kisses on my back and side. "So you don't know how to stand up to him?"
"It's not like he's forcing me," I corrected, not wanting him to think Brandon was a bad guy. We just weren't happy. Either of us. It was why he cheated; I was sure of it.
"But you don't know how to advocate for yourself," he said, adjusting the way he phrased things. I was shocked that a man as rich and foolish as Kade Kingston knew the meaning of the word, but I didn't comment and he continued. "Then marry someone else."
I started laughing so hard I snorted, and he pulled me back down on the bed, tackling me and hovering over me with his arm draped over my belly.
"I mean it. If you can't come up with some way to tell him you don't want to get married, then just marry someone else. You can always divorce or annul, and old Brando gets the point.” It stung when he used Brandon's nickname, making me wince, but I was drunk, and Kade had a point.
I wasn't able to stand up for myself. Not to my parents, not to Mandy, and certainly not to Brandon or Murial. I lay there staring at him, wondering what on earth I was doing in this room. I wasn't the type of girl to solve my problems by making rash decisions. Why was I here?
When Kade pulled away and walked toward the kitchenette, I turned to my side and watched him.
His body was solid muscle, bronzed skin, perfect contours, and a few tattoos, but one hundred percent man.
Not the body of a twenty-two-year-old football player.
And Kade had charm and pizazz, while Brandon had Ivy League friends and a ten-year plan.
When Brandon insisted on UNLV, I caved. My choice was UCLA and I stayed here.
When I wanted my bakery in Vegas, Brandon insisted Boulder City was better.
I was furious, but it was his money. I had no capital.
I caved. When he picked the Bellagio for our wedding, I threw a fit and cried, but he still got his way, not the quiet church ceremony with only close family I wanted.
I knew for a fact when I went back to Boulder City and faced the music that Brandon was going to get his way again.
He'd lie to me, tell me some story about being drunk and the sex with that stripper meaning nothing, and I would fold like a cheap suit because that was what I did.
It was what my parents expected; it was what Mandy expected.
It was what my life was, because I had no backbone.
I was a squid—squishy and moldable and easily controlled.
"I'll do it," I blurted out, jumping off the bed. My rash, drunk mind wasn't taking no for an answer, either.
Kade was standing at the mini-fridge sorting through bottles of liquor, and straightened when I ran over to him.
"Do what?" he asked, cracking open a shot of Fireball and downing the whole thing.
"I'll marry you." Whatever had gotten into me had taken control. I was a wild woman on a crash course for disaster, but I wasn't looking back.
"Me?" he chuckled, pointing at his chest, which I swore was puffed out a little to show off.
"Yes, you. Now." I stole a bottle of tequila and a bottle of cherry schnapps, then took off toward my clothing I’d left lying on the floor by the door.
"Well alright then. Get dressed. We're gettin' hitched."
I was making the worst choice of my life—or the best. Only time would tell.