18. - Kayden -
Chapter eighteen
- Kayden -
H e was already hard.
Corey’s heated, naked body pressed against him in her bed. He ran his fingers along the thin lace of the thong she was wearing, savouring the silky texture. Yesterday, they had spent the day wandering downtown, going to a coffee shop, the market, and then out for dinner, before coming home for a rooftop swim. She had opened up to him more and more as the day went on, and he’d found himself hanging on every piece of information she was willing to give him.
It would have been bliss, if not for his nagging anxiety over Jason facilitating a nine-million-dollar transaction on his own. Kayden had constantly been checking his phone, waiting for a message from Archie telling him something had gone wrong. He had wanted to check in, but over and over, he stopped himself from messaging the tech god, too worried that it would distract him. When he’d finally gotten the message in the early evening that everything had gone according to plan, that nothing had blown up in their face and that Jason was okay, the pressure on his chest had instantly eased.
Corey was an enigma to him; her wicked attitude and overall assertiveness was so at odds with her sultry expressions. But from the little breadcrumbs of information he’d gotten from her, Kayden had started to put the pieces together .
She was gorgeous, and must have been just as beautiful in her adolescence. She had no family, no one that had to believe her. The constant changes in foster homes, the adverse notes in her file about her behaviour, her “violent tendencies,” were likely born from a little girl doing what she could to protect herself from wandering hands. Her abrasive demeanour and aggressive resolve was a coat of armour against men in power, men who thought they could take what they wanted from a girl who no one would believe.
In all their conversations, she hadn’t spoken in detail about her time in the system, only alluded to it here and there. It had been enough for Kayden to realize what she’d gone through, what she was forced to endure as a mere child.
It was similar to what he and Jason had been through, a complete loss of bodily autonomy, and a violation of their person. Not in a sexual way, in their case, but a violation deep enough to leave scars all the same—scars neither of them had fully healed from. It unthreaded his heart, that like called to like, and she called to parts of him buried so deep that he’d forgotten they existed. It was like waking up from years of dreamless sleep, a high he wasn’t coming down from, giddy and senseless.
Kayden ran his hands through Corey’s still-damp hair, wrapping the long cinnamon locks around his hand and pulling it so that her neck arched back, the handprint bruises almost completely faded. He trailed his tongue along her skin, tasting her. It wasn’t enough to wake her.
He ground his hard cock in between her rounded cheeks, teasing himself more than her. She shifted back against him, letting out a long breath. They hadn’t touched each other yesterday, an intentional withholding on his end, part of his plan, and now he was ravenous for her.
Still holding her hair, he snaked his arm over her rib cage, running his other hand along her taut stomach, tracing the fall of her breast and brushing his fingertip over her nipple before trailing his hand lower, to her hip. He ran his fingers between her thighs, so close to her centre that he could feel the heat there. She groaned at his feather-light touches. He applied a little more pressure to her inner thighs before ghosting his fingers over the black lace covering her gorgeous pussy.
The material was already wet. He rubbed her again, and then kissed his fingers along the edges of the fabric, right in the crease of her inner thigh. That finally roused her from her sleep, and she groaned out his name.
“Stop teasing.”
“Are you in a rush?” he asked her, kissing her neck again, still fingering the edges of her panties.
Finally, she blinked her eyes open.
“I guess not.”
“Good, because I’m going to take my time with you until you’re a dripping mess, begging for my cock.” He could see the hairs on her arms rising.
He ground his hips languidly, slowly, her ass cheeks cushioning his cock, and gently stroked his fingers over her underwear, feeling the material saturate as he went.
Her hands fell to his hips, holding him to her.
“Kayden, please.”
“Not yet, Little Fox.”
Her grip on him tightened, and she whimpered in frustration as he continued to goad her. She was definitely dripping for him now, and he finally traced his fingers along her skin again, her heat making his own restraint buckle.
Still over her panties, he found her clit and started to edge her, rubbing circles around it, over and over, before finally decreasing their size and stimulating her exactly where she wanted him. Even with the material separating their skin, she was so responsive, bucking her hips into his hand, seeking more friction, chanting his name between her breathy moans.
Having worked her up enough for his liking, Kayden hooked his fingers under the band of her thong and yanked, ripping the material off her. He didn’t wait before slamming two fingers into her, hard enough that she screamed. He pulled her hair back harder, nipping at her ear and fucking her with his fingers, eliciting sounds from her that had him growling in appreciation, his cock throbbing. Her wetness covered his hand as he penetrated her, bringing his fingers out and pushing them back in roughly.
She rutted the luscious cheeks of her ass against him harder, moaning for more. Her hands left his body and gripped the sheets, holding on under his punishing pace. He pushed her upper body away from him slightly, changing the angle so he could get his thumb on her clit, stroking her with every thrust of his hand.
He worked her until he was panting, needing to get inside her. His cock was aching, and the friction wasn’t enough anymore. He changed the rhythm of his fingers, keeping his thrusts shorter, never drawing them out fully, and bore down with his thumb. She was gasping for breath, a moaning mess in the sheets. Then he drew his fingers out completely, lathering her in her own wetness, rubbing over her clit vigorously with his middle and index finger.
“Kayden,” her voice was high-pitched, “I’m so close.”
“Do you want to come, baby?”
She pleaded with him, begged him to make her come, and he increased the speed of his fingers, hitting her clit over and over again, until her back arched and she yelled out her orgasm, coming undone, legs quivering and body spasming against him.
Kayden gripped his throbbing cock at the base, giving himself a few tugs of relief before pushing Corey away further, angling her so he could access her slick pussy from behind. He nudged her legs open and, slower than he wanted to, he pushed himself into her.
They released a groan of pleasure at the same time, and Kayden pulled out and slowly pushed in again. In contrast to the furious pace of his hand, he maintained a relaxed rhythm now, enjoying the mounting sensation of her smooth lips around him, the tight ring of her muscles clenching in pulses, reflexive movement lingering from the ferocity of her orgasm.
When she was once again begging him for more, he sped up, rocking against her harder. But it wasn’t enough for him. Like always, he needed more to find his own release.
He wrapped his arm around her hips, holding her to him so his thick girth stayed burrowed inside of her, and using the strength of his muscled form, he flipped her over, her chest landing on the bed. He kept her hips lifted with his arm and spread her knees wider with his own, fucking her from behind with vigour. With the change in position, he could penetrate her so deeply that he felt her cervix with each thrust.
Corey had the sheets bunched up in her hands, her cheek pressed to the pillow as she screamed for him. She met him thrust for thrust. At some point, he’d let go of her hair, but he collected the length of it back up now and used it like reins to control her. He pulled her head off the pillow and turned it, pressing her face into the pillow.
She didn’t even struggle against his direction.
On the rooftop, when his hand had closed around her throat, her hands had come to his immediately, scratching at his fingers. But there had been no panic in her eyes, her hands seeming to move instinctively rather than in actual fear. As he had continued to restrict her breathing in a controlled method, he had seen the obscene pleasure in her eyes building and building until they’d rolled back into her head, mouth slack with her orgasm.
He pounded into her, muffling the explicit noises she was making. He pulled her hair, allowing her a small sip of air before stuffing her face back into the pillow, cutting off her air supply once again. With each punishing drive of his hips, he allowed her sporadic breath. She was no longer matching his movements.
His arm under her hips was the only thing holding her up, practically dead weight from the restriction of air. If he had another hand, he would have used it to stimulate her clit, but the two arms he had were otherwise occupied, holding her head down and keeping her hips up.
He fixated on the place where they were coupled, watching what he could see of his shaft begging to be pushed in further. He tried, grinding into her deeper and harder until he couldn’t contain his growl, barking out a string of expletives as his balls slapped against her, the sound ringing out around them and mixing with the sounds of her choking. He tightened his hold on her hips, stopping her from moving with the momentum of his thrusts, the wetness between her thighs slick enough to make a mess of his rhythm.
His breathing was laboured, his body burning up with his building orgasm. His movements were becoming sloppy, less controlled. His leg muscles were shaking with the effort to hold himself up. His cock was aching inside of her, ready for release.
He pulled Corey’s hair back, letting her take another drink of air. He heard her choke in a breath before his name fell from her lips in a heady moan of pleasure. It was enough for him to combust inside of her, her own name on his tongue. He emptied inside of her fully, their combined cum leaking out of her around his cock.
Without missing a beat, he sat back on his heels, pulling Corey up so she was seated on top of him. She was gasping for breath, her heart rate frantic against his own chest. She lifted her arms up, wrapping them behind Kayden’s neck, and started gyrating against him.
His heart lurched, a deep well of emotion simmering just under his skin. It went beyond desire.
“You’re so precious to me, baby.” He couldn’t even recognize the choked sound of his own voice, the depth of feeling in it. “You’re so perfect. Such a perfect, precious girl.”
Her eyes were leaking, and he licked up the tears there. Letting go of her hair, he brushed the loose strands away from her face, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. As she supported herself on him, he could finally bring a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit tenderly but assuredly, his other hand closing over her pert breasts.
He was still half hard inside of her, allowing for some slow thrusts to meet the movement of her hips. He didn’t take his lips off her, roaming up and down her neck and collarbone before finally bringing them back to her lips, which had gone a little blue from the breath restriction. She kissed him back messily, her tongue heavy in his mouth.
She was near silent as he brought her to orgasm in his lap. He only knew from the heavy shuddering that wracked her body and the convulsing of her pussy around him. Her eyes were closed as she hung from his neck, her whole body limp. He couldn’t stop nuzzling into her, her heart fluttering erratically under his fingers brushing her ribs.
The little hitches in her breathing had his cock twitching inside her and his heart tripping over itself. She was so fucking appealing that he was ready for another round, but she looked absolutely spent, so he wiped the sweat dripping from his brow and maneuvered their bodies so that he could cradle her in his arms.
Her eyes flickered open, gaze a little unfocused as he took her in.
“Good morning.” The words were thick in his throat.
“I think you fucked me into oblivion,” she rasped out, a shadow of a smile on her face. “I need a nap.” Her eyes were already closing again.
Her breathing was still slightly erratic, which was normal after prolonged and continuous breath restriction. He maneuvered them again so that he could rest against the headboard. Kicking his legs out, he readjusted her to nestle in his arms.
He let her sleep there, watching the uneven rise and fall of her chest, monitoring her breathing. After he was confident she’d settled, Kayden reached for his phone on the nightstand, noticing that there was a second one there. He picked it up, flicking through it to find the music loaded onto it, and smiled smugly to himself .
Kayden grabbed his own phone and typed a message out to Jason. What time is the transfer to Zantec today?
Jason responded right away. Don’t worry about it.
?? Kayden sent back.
He sent another message, not willing to send Jason out on his own again. Obviously, I’m coming with you.
No, seriously, Kay, it’s all good. We’re out already. Just enjoy your day. It’s pretty nice out.
I don’t like that… Kayden texted.
It’s an easy transfer, it’s really no big deal. I’ll message you when we’re done.
Kayden bit his lip and looked at the girl in his arms, contemplating whether he should let her sleep and go meet up with Jason. He didn’t want to leave her alone and didn’t want her waking up without him after he’d practically suffocated her to death. Breath play was a delicate art, one that required a lot of trust and patience on both sides. He sighed, acquiescing to his brother against his better judgement.
Did you get Corey a phone? Kayden messaged him.
He waited, the typing bubble popping up and disappearing a few times before Jason’s message came through.
It’s just for music, Jason sent.
Then another message came in. Archie disabled it from connecting to anything.
Kayden put his phone back on the side table beside the other one and realized there was a set of headphones there, too. Jason could say what he wanted about “the girl,” but the fact that he’d started peppering her with gifts was enough to show Kayden that his attitude was mostly posturing and Jason wasn’t as unaffected by Corey as he tried to present.
Kayden spent the better part of an hour counting the freckles across Corey’s nose and reading the news on his phone, trying not to think about the transfer, before Corey opened her eyes again .
“How do you feel?” Kayden asked her, stroking a finger along her cheekbone.
Corey’s hand travelled between her legs, and she felt herself.
“Sticky,” she grimaced. “I need a shower.”
Kayden smiled at her, thinking of all the ways he could make her stickier. But it was enough for one morning.
“Go shower. I’ll make us some food,” he said instead.
“And some coffee,” she requested, clambering off him and making her way towards the bathroom without a backwards glance.
Kayden just watched her perfect ass bounce with her stride as she left him naked in her bed, the weight of her rooting deeper into his bones.