Chapter 13
KADE
"Come on, ride me," I grunted, and saw how dark Lainey's eyes were with desire. "Bounce on me like the needy little thing you are."
She started moving, lifting and dropping, grinding against me at the bottom of each stroke. My cock hit new angles inside her, sparking fresh pleasure that made her gasp. I watched where we joined, and my hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.
"Look at you, taking control," I praised. "So sexy... you're making me lose my mind."
She picked up speed and clenched her teeth, narrowing her focus to my face as I thrust up to meet her, our bodies slapping together. One of my hands moved to her ass, squeezing as I encouraged her.
"Faster, baby. Yeah, just like that. You're doing so good." Every word I said made her expression shift from pained concentration to pleasure.
The praise seemed to fuel her, and she leaned forward so her hair framed us and tickled my chest every time she ground forward.
Our mouths met in a messy kiss, tongues tangling as she rode me harder.
My free hand slipped between us again, teasing her clit, and her walls fluttered like she was going to come again.
"I'm gonna come again," she panted against my lips. "Kade, please."
"Then come for me. Do it," I urged as I matched her rhythm, my thrusts becoming erratic. "I want to feel you soak my cock. You're such a good girl, giving me everything."
She shifted her weight, taking charge as she planted her hands on my chest for leverage.
Her nails dug in just enough to send a thrill through me, and she began to rock her hips with more purpose, circling them in a way that made my cock twitch inside her slick heat.
I could feel every inch of her pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper with each grind.
"That's it," I groaned, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her waist. "Take what you need from me. Use my dick to make yourself feel good. You're so fucking hot when you ride me like this."
Encouraged by my words, she lifted herself higher, dropping down with a force that made her tits bounce enticingly.
I reached up, palming them again, rolling her nipples between my fingers as she moaned louder.
Her pace quickened, her breaths coming in sharp pants, and she tossed her head back, exposing the column of her throat.
I wanted to mark it, but I held back, focusing on the way she owned the moment.
"Good girl, keep going," I praised, my voice husky. "Look how wet you are, dripping all over me. You're making my dick throb."
Lainey responded by leaning back, changing the angle so my dick pressed against her front wall with every descent.
Her hand joined mine between us, and she took over rubbing her clit, her fingers moving in frantic circles.
The sight of her touching herself while impaled on me nearly undid me right there.
Her pussy fluttered around my length, signaling how close she was.
I wanted nothing more than to make it happen for her again.
"God, yes, touch yourself for me," I encouraged, thrusting up to take over as her hips faltered. "God you’re so hot."
Her movements grew more insistent, her hips swiveling in tight figure-eights that had me gritting my teeth to hold back. Sweat beaded on her skin, making her glow, and she locked eyes with me. She grabbed one of my hands, guiding it to her breast, squeezing it over mine as if to demand more.
"Pinch harder," she demanded, her voice breathy but commanding. "Make me feel it."
I obliged, twisting her nipple just enough to elicit a sharp cry from her, and she rewarded me by clenching her inner muscles around my cock in a vise-like grip. The pressure built in my balls, heat coiling low in my gut, but I wanted her to come first, to shatter around me again.
"You're driving me crazy," I said, my free hand spanking her ass lightly to urge her on. "Bounce faster. Yeah, like that. Come on, let go for me."
She rode me with abandon now, her body undulating in waves, her pussy sliding up and down my shaft with slick ease. Her fingers worked her clit faster, and her moans turned into whimpers until she broke.
"I'm coming," she gasped, her body tensing.
"Do it," I ordered. "Soak me."
Her orgasm hit her hard, her pussy spasming in rhythmic contractions that milked me.
Juices coated my thighs as she trembled, her walls pulsing around my length in wave after wave.
She whimpered and arched her back, breasts thrusting forward as she rode through it, grinding down to prolong the sensation.
The tight, wet heat of her climax pushed me over the edge.
I groaned loudly, my hands gripping her hips as I surged up one last time, burying myself deep.
Hot spurts of cum erupted from me, filling her up in thick pulses that seemed to go on forever.
Each throb sent pleasure ripping through my body, my vision blurring at the edges as I emptied into her.
She kept moving, drawing out every drop, her pussy clenching to take it all.
We collapsed together, her body draping over mine, both of us panting.
I held her close, stroking her back as the aftershocks faded, our hearts pounding in unison.
Her body draped across my chest while I held her and tried to catch my breath.
Her hair spilled over my shoulder and I could feel the rapid thrum of her heart against my skin.
This wasn't how I'd expected the conversation to go when I'd shown up at her door, but I wasn't complaining.
I ran my hand down her spine and felt her shiver. "Are you on the pill or something?" I wanted to believe it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, but Gavin's words and my father’s accusations made me feel a little insecure at times.
She went rigid against me. "Something like that," she mumbled, though she didn't sit up and look at me.
The answer was vague enough to make me uneasy, but I didn't push.
She was already tense, and I could hear the occasional sniffle that told me she was still recovering from crying earlier.
I'd seen her break down over the bakery and the fundraiser, and now we'd just complicated things even more by sleeping together again.
She stayed cuddled up next to me while my mind dived back into the chasm of stress that my parents had me under.
Price said they were secretly moving to cut me off entirely so that if Lainey came after my money she wouldn't be able to touch theirs.
But it felt wrong of them to do that, and it felt wrong of me to leave her in the position she was in.
"I need to talk to you about something," I said.
She lifted her head to look at me. Her eyes were still red from crying. "About what?"
"The annulment." I watched her face carefully as disappointment flashed across it briefly. "I came here because I need it. My parents have been breathing down my neck about it for weeks and I can't put it off anymore."
She pulled away from me and climbed off the couch in a movement that was too quick, too defensive. We had just really connected, or I thought we had, and I never meant to offend her. "Then let's get it done."
"Wait, that's not all I wanted to say." I sat up and reached for her, but she was already grabbing her clothes from the floor. "Lainey, hold on."
She pulled her shirt over her head and turned away from me to find her underwear. "What else is there to say? You want the annulment and so do I. We can get it handled and move on."
I stood up and grabbed my jeans, pulling them on while I tried to figure out how to say this without making it worse.
She seemed hurt and I hated that the inevitability of this whole thing was hurting her.
But she just got out of a pretty serious relationship; I knew she needed time to think about things.
She didn't want to jump right into something with me.
Besides my parents would crucify me, and so would the press, but that hardly crossed my mind. The more hasty she got the more frantic I felt. I wanted to stop her spiraling and help her, and I wanted to preserve whatever link I had with her.
So I blurted out, "There's nothing that says I can't do a little PR work, while I help you out too."
She froze with her leggings halfway up her thighs. "What are you talking about?" Her body seemed statuesque and rigid, and I wondered if I'd said the wrong thing. It sounded so selfish, even to me.
"I'm talking about giving you the money Brandon took away." I zipped my jeans and moved closer to her. "Let me help you with the bakery and the fundraiser."
She yanked her leggings up the rest of the way and spun to face me. "Are you serious right now?"
"Completely serious."
"I don't want your money, Kade." Her voice was sharp and her hands were shaking as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't want anything from you except that annulment."
I could see the panic in her eyes and I realized how badly I'd misread the moment.
She thought I was trying to buy her off or fix her problems because I felt sorry for her.
"That's not what this is." I shook my head, and backed away, now frustrated.
"I'm not trying to pay you off so you'll keep your mouth shut.
Lainey, that's a Dad move, and I'm not my father. "
"Then what is it?" She backed toward the door and deep lines formed on her forehead. "You show up here, we sleep together again, and now you want to throw money at me? What am I supposed to think?" Her arms flailed as she gestured while talking.
"You're supposed to think that I feel responsible for what happened with Brandon." I stepped toward her, but she held up a hand to stop me. "I'm the one who confronted him in that parking lot. I'm the one who made him pull his funding. This is my fault."