Chapter 16
16
Charley
C ade and I stumble into his room. “Hey, remember when the waiter dribbled your drink into your chicken Alfredo?” he laughs, interlocking our fingers.
My full-belly chuckle fills the air. “Remember when your last bite of meatball made a trail of sauce down your shirt, hit the floor, and rolled all the way against my shoe?”
He throws his head back, and I swear, there’s nothing sexier than Cade alive and free. His laugh is a happy musical that tunes my body.
“How are you so goddamned perfect?” he breathes, pulling me to him. “As dates go, it might be considered a disaster.”
“But it’ll make for a good story,” I reassure him.
“Confession?”
“Hmm?”
“I was too busy picturing you naked on my bed to eat my meatballs properly.”
“Your poor balls.”
His grin nearly takes up his whole face, making his eyes crinkle at the corners. “It’s this necklace,” he says, fingering the charm.
“Such a caveman…Me have woman now.”
He kisses my neck, and I inhale sharply.
“You think I marked you.”
“I know you did,” I tease.
“Good thing you fucking like it.”
“I fucking love it.” I unbutton his shirt, starting at the bottom so I can splay my hands over his abs.
He lifts the skirt of my dress, running his hand up my thigh until he cups my ass. “I want you so bad, Sunshine, but I don’t want to pressure you.”
It’s clear what he means, what the whole date, the necklace, is culminating toward. I’ve tried not to think about it all night, but the anticipation settled between my legs like a nagging sensation that needs release.
He kisses me, and I attempt to forget that he wants me to spend the night. The sex I can handle, but the physical act of being away from my house until the morning is something I’m not sure I can pull off, and at this point, all the little white lies are building. I am going home for Thanksgiving, but Cade thinks I don’t live here. He thinks I have a roommate and that my off-campus apartment is being renovated.
Is it really so bad, keeping these things from him? He won’t care. I know it.
But yes, I had to borrow the dress from Kenna because I don’t have a fancy wardrobe. I get my clothes from the thrift store. She even let me borrow her makeup… Maybe everything Cade sees is a farce. A lie I’ve presented to him.
“Cade…”
He pulls away. “We don’t have to, I’m sorry.”
The look on his face…pure admiration, love, whatever it is, the same is mirrored in mine. “It’s not that. I’m?—”
“Sexy?”
He runs his hands through my hair, threading his fingers through the strands at the nape of my neck. “Debatable.”
He gives my hair a short tug in response. “You are sexy. You can feel how hard you fucking make me right now.”
I shouldn’t. I should tell him the secret about my dad. Explain everything to him, right down to why I have the assistant job in the first place before this goes any further.
…But now’s not really the time, is it? We had a non-perfect date. He gave me jewelry. It would be selfish to unload on him right now.
“I’m a little nervous,” I admit.
He cups my cheek. “I’ll make your first time good for you.”
I kiss the inside of his palm, savoring the moment. I love that I don’t have to utter everything about me to him. He never asked if I was a virgin, and now he’s assuming correctly. Very perceptive of him.
“I bought pain reliever in case you need it afterward. I even borrowed an ice pack from the trainer’s office.”
My gaze clashes with his. “Just what do you think you’re going to do to me?”
“It’s only a precaution.”
“Did you also borrow a heating pad?”
The areas around his eyes crinkle. “No, but I have hand warmers that I use for practice sometimes. That should work.”
“Looks like you thought of everything.”
“I have ribbed condoms, too. For your pleasure. And I bought your favorite doughnut from the bakery. It’s in my closet, waiting.”
I lift to my tiptoes. I don’t know what I did to deserve a boyfriend like this. His fingers knead my ass, bringing me close enough that his erection grazes my stomach. Pressing a kiss to his lips, I return to tracing each ab, then work his buttons through one by one until I can run my palms up his chest. I push his shirt over his shoulders, and he whips it off him before his hands are right back on me again, cupping my breast through my dress and circling my nipple. It peaks under his attention.
“I need you out of this.”
I nod, kissing him again while he works the zipper down. He pulls the straps off my shoulders, kissing my collarbone and then following the material to the floor, he kisses the swell of my breast, then my nipple, stroking my bud fiercely with his tongue.
I work my arms out of the straps, and the dress pools at my feet in a ring of soft fabric. Discarding my shoes, I step toward him, forcing him toward the bed while I unzip his pants. My heart careens in my chest. Shaking fingers push his pants to the floor until we’re standing there in only our underwear.
He steps back to study me, but in an instant, he drops to his knees, burying his face between my legs. He hikes my right leg over his shoulder, tugs my panties to the side, and strokes my pussy with his tongue.
“Cade!”
He moans into me, and there’s no doubt how much this man loves to taste me. He barricades me against him with a strong arm across my butt. “I’m addicted. I can’t help it.”
My soft cries fill Cade’s room.
“Fuck me.” He stands, lifting me with him until he lays me on the bed, throwing my panties to the floor. He swallows, lazily circling my clit with the tip of his finger, his gaze traveling over me like I’m a hundred-year-old painting hanging in a museum.
My hips move off the mattress in tandem with his movements. “I want to see you,” I breathe.
He grabs his cock through his boxer briefs, the tented fabric evidence of how turned on he is. Hooking his thumbs over the elastic, he frees himself, running his hand down his length while he steps out of the material.
I sit up, licking my lips. “Can I taste you?”
“You want me in your mouth?”
Moving to the edge of the bed, I nod, staring at his ridges, the bulbed head, and the dot of precum on the tip. He strokes himself toward my mouth. “Just a little, baby.”
My stomach tightens. I lick his tip, the salty flavor tantalizing my taste buds, but the power I feel when Cade hisses… I peer up. His eyes are glazed over in pleasure.
Moving closer, I push his hands away and take the tip into my mouth, watching him through fanned lashes. I swirl my tongue, sucking on the head, and then grab his ass so I can take more of him in.
He’s big, and I don’t know how this is going to fit, so I release him slowly and lick a trail down his length to the base.
Strong arms on my shoulders stop me. “You can’t. I’ll come so fucking fast, Sunshine. Ruin everything.”
“You’ll recover,” I tease, teasing him back into my mouth.
“I want to be buried inside you when I come. Nothing is better than that.” He pushes my shoulders again, guiding me toward the bed once more. He follows after, spreading my legs wide and leaning onto his forearms between them.
“You said…”
“You can come so many times without needing a recharge, and I need you ready for me.”
I wrap my fists in the sheets as he works me into a shaking mess. He has the tuning fork to my body, knowing when to pull away so I don’t come within a minute. Instead, he draws it out, teasing me, sometimes using his fingers to work me up and sometimes only his sinful mouth.
I move against his lips, and he welcomes it, cupping my ass, keeping me close. I comb my hands into his hair, and when he swirls my clit with his tongue, I hold him there, my orgasm building. “Cade, please.”
He flicks his tongue until I nearly scream out my release, my hips moving, searching for him. I drop to the bed, moaning, trying to recapture my breath when I hear the condom wrapper rip.
I peek down to see Cade rolling it over his cock. “You let me know, okay, Sunshine? If it hurts, I’ll figure something else out.”
I nod, my breath taken away as he situates himself between my legs. I open wide for him, and he brushes the hair from my face, kissing me before guiding his cock toward my entrance.
His head nudges my sensitive flesh, and I moan. He shifts his hips forward, the head slipping into my opening with ease.
“Oh my God, Cade.”
He presses his cheek against mine. “Is this okay?” His hips make tiny movements.
“It’s so okay. You’re inside me,” I eke out.
He pulls away, and I feel stupid for grinning, but he smiles in return. “I am, and you feel fucking amazing.”
With every stroke, he works himself deeper, allowing me to get used to him.
“You’re taking me so good.”
I open my legs even wider, lifting into him at the same time. I make him go further, faster, until a pinch makes me hitch in a breath.
“Okay?” he breathes.
“Okay,” I reassure, already loving the friction of him dragging in and out, the ribs on the condom doing their thing.
“I need to push past that point, and it might hurt a little.”
“Just get it over with,” I tell him. “I want to feel everything.”
He shifts his hips back, and I close my eyes in anticipation. He pushes forward with one long stroke. For a minute, the air gets knocked out of me at the twinge of pain, but then it’s quickly followed by a fullness I’ve never felt before.
Cade groans, his arms shaking. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I answer.
“I’m going to stay here for a bit,” he groans, short strokes hitting a spot inside that makes a moan escape my throat.
Little by little, his movements become more exaggerated, until I’m following along with him, meeting his thrusts.
He lifts up, fingering the necklace on my bare chest. “This, Sunshine, is me claiming you. When you come all over my dick, you’ll never want anyone else.”
“Is that so?”
He fills me over and over again, his hips shifting against me slowly, deliberately.
Peering up, I smile when he moans long and hard, but instead of pleasure, I see a grimace. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t hold it anymore,” he gasps. “I’m going to…” He thrusts forward, letting out a surprised cry. His dick jerks inside me, and I grab him, pulling him closer.
“Oh, Cade, yes.”
He collapses on top of me. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re too damn perfect, strangling my cock. Jesus, Sunshine.”
I giggle, and he peers down at me.
“You think that’s funny?”
“I think I love making you feel this way.”
“Same.” His eyes flash in a challenge, and then he’s pulling out of me, moving south until his mouth is on me again, his fingers finding their way inside.
“Cade!”
My hips search for his mouth like they’re starved, and he gives it to me, working me up in no time until I’m shaking on his bed again.
“Come for me.”
A desperate sound flies from my mouth.
“On my tongue, sexy girl.”
My vision explodes as I do what he says, my body releasing all the pent-up pleasure. “Cade!”
The rush of excitement crescendos, then slips into a haze, heart thumping, toes curling.
Cade rolls onto the bed next to me, cupping my face, his gaze tracking down to the necklace and then back up again. “Charley Heywood, you are something else.”
“Cade Farmer, you are…a dream. Thank you for seeing me when no one else did.”
“Sunshine, it’s getting harder and harder to see anything else but you.”