Chapter 12
CHLOE
I dart my tongue out over my lips as I pad across the living room to Kade.
His back is to me, but based on how tense his shoulders look, I can tell he’s beating himself up about what just happened.
The truth is, I want him so much that there isn’t a thing he could do right now to ruin it—besides telling me he’s leaving. That nearly did it.
When I reach him, I run my hand over his shoulder and down his back. He turns to look at me, his hair slightly mussed up, and his eyes filled with anguish.
“I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” He blows out a breath, one laden with guilt and frustration.
“You’ve been the perfect gentleman. In fact, I’ve been seriously questioning if what I feel for you is entirely one-sided.”
He shakes his head, a groove forming between his brows when he takes a step forward.
I hold up a hand and say, “Let me finish what I have to say, please.” Sucking in a lungful of courage, I blow it out and continue. “Right now, I need you to not be a gentleman. I need you to take me. To consume me. To feast on me. To—”
My words are cut off by his mouth crashing down on mine. Kade picks me up, sliding one hand under the slit in my dress and forcing it up so that I can wrap my legs around his body. I cling to his broad shoulders like he’s a lifeboat and I’ve been stranded at sea for hours.
This time, he does everything I’ve asked of him and more.
He feeds my soul in a way it hasn’t been fed in a long time, while also claiming it as his own.
Kade moves through the room, holding me tightly in his arms. I feel safe and wanted before I remind myself that this is just sex. A one-night stand. Nothing more.
I pull on the strands of his hair, angling his head so that I can kiss him deeper. My tongue sweeps into Kade’s mouth, tangling with his before darting back out. I’m vaguely aware of the arm he had holding me against him falling away as he climbs up the stairs using the wall as a guide.
Whimpers of pleasure fall from my lips, and I wriggle against him, searching for some sort of relief from the pressure building between my legs. I need him inside me; I need him naked and his hands touching my body; I need everything he can give me.
When we reach the bedroom, he pulls back, our chests rising and falling in perfect synchronicity. Crossing the room, Kade sets me down on the bed, and I lean back on my hands, watching him as he stands above me.
Without breaking eye contact, I reach behind my neck and untie the halter neck of my dress.
The material falls away, pooling into my lap and exposing my bare breasts to Kade.
A fire that threatens to consume me blazes in his gaze.
Spurred on by the sight, I push the dress further down, lifting my hips until it’s free enough for me to kick off.
The entire time, Kade watches, his throat working on each swallow and the bulge in his trousers growing more prominent. I shimmy up the bed, trying to be seductive and silently pleading with him to take off his clothes.
When I lie back, wearing nothing but the scrap of lingerie covering my pussy, he moves. I breathe a not-so-subtle sigh of relief, anticipation thrumming through me as he pulls the hem of his shirt free from his waistband, giving me a glimpse at the toned, tanned skin beneath.
The only sound in the room is our breathing; neither of us talks, and we don’t need to. So much is being said by us just looking at each other. He wants me, and I want him. This doesn’t have to mean more than what it is—just sex—but we both know it’s something.
Kade makes quick work of his shirt, leaving it to hang open before reaching for his belt buckle.
I marvel at the six-pack of solid muscle now on show.
Watching him just might be the most torturous thing.
Like when you’ve given someone a gift you know they’ll love, but they’re making sure to not rip the wrapping.
But so much worse. I want to tear his clothes off and take what I want from him.
With much more control than I feel, he pulls the black leather belt through the loops of his pants before dropping it to the floor with a clang. “Come here.”
He’s barely got the words out before I’m crawling to him at the end of the bed. Kneeling in front of him, I slide my hands inside his open shirt, a moaned sigh falling from my lips when our skin touches.
Kade places his large hands on either side of my face, angling my head before ducking down and capturing my mouth in a punishing kiss. It’s rough and hard, but speaks of his need for me. I open my mouth when he demands it, tangling my tongue with his as I silently beg for more.
Pulling away, but only enough to speak, Kade commands, “Undress me.”
Without hesitation, I run my hands up his chest, over the ridges of his abs and the light dusting of hair between his pecs, reveling at how smooth his skin is. I push his shirt from his shoulders, and it falls to the floor without a sound.
Holding his gaze, I suck in a shuddered breath, moving to the fastening of his pants. My fingers tremble as I pop the button, and Kade hisses through gritted teeth when my fingers brush over his hot, hard cock.
I’m aware of his clenched fists and the way he’s barely holding on to his restraint. It sends a thrill through me. He’s not as in control as I thought. I lean forward, dusting my lips over his chest as I push his pants down for him to kick off.
When he’s left only in his boxer briefs, I swallow thickly, resting my hands on the waistband as I look up at him. I can practically feel the sparks of the fire burning between us, the flames licking at my skin and begging me to step into it, to burn up.
“Kade?” I whisper, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.
Somehow, he knows what I mean without me uttering another word, because he replies, “I know.”
It feels like such a pivotal moment, as if nothing will be the same after tonight. We won’t be the same people after tonight. And I’m okay with that because I got to have him.
Darting my tongue across my bottom lip, I push Kade’s boxer briefs down his toned thighs.
His cock springs free, jutting out with a bead of precum on the tip.
He’s so big, I don’t know how he’ll possibly fit.
I watch Kade’s face as I wrap my hand around him.
His eyes flutter closed, and he tips his head back as a low moan falls from his lips.
He’s so hard that I’m surprised he’s not in pain. Maybe he is. I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting his saltiness. Kade’s hands dive into my hair, and his hips rock forward a fraction, like he’s trying to stop but can’t help himself.
I tease him, running my tongue over the tip again before sucking him into my mouth. He’s barely halfway in before he’s hitting the back of my throat, and I’m choking on his size with tears in my eyes.
Kade groans, the sound coming from something primal deep inside of him, before he pulls me off his length and wipes away the saliva from my chin. “As fucking amazing as that feels, I don’t think I’ll last for long if you keep doing it.”
He bends, repositioning me on the bed until I’m on my back and he can pull my panties off. When I’m naked, he climbs on top of me, settling between my legs. His size, both in bulk and height, is a stark contrast to mine. If I didn’t feel so safe in his presence, it might be intimidating.
“Is this okay?” he asks, as if he’s somehow in my head and wants to check in.
I rest a hand on his shoulder and brush back a lock of hair that’s fallen over his brow. “It’s perfect. Is it okay for you?”
Kade chuckles, the sound tinged with a little pain. “Yeah, it’s perfect for me too.”
I nod, exhaling as I rest my hands on his hips. “I’ve never done this before. Had sex with a stranger. Although you don’t feel like a stranger.” Oh my God, Chloe, shut up. “It’s just that every…” My words trail off as if my mouth has finally caught up with my brain.
“We can stop if you want to.”
I search his gaze and see nothing but understanding. It just reaffirms what I already know: I want this. I want him. “No. God, no. I’m just a little nervous, overwhelmed and incredibly turned on.”
“If you’re sure, but remember, you’re in control. At any point, you can put a stop to this or slow it down, no pressure.”
Resting my hands on his hips, I squeeze the flesh, a slight smile curving my lips. “I know.”
Seemingly satisfied, Kade closes the gap between us, covering my mouth with his.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he hooks my thigh over his arm, and his cock nestles against my pussy.
There’s a slight pressure from where his weight is on me, but I desperately need more, and so I take it, rocking my hips as best I can, seeking out my release.
Kade pulls away, rasping, “Condom. Fuck I wanna be inside you, but we need a condom.”
“I don’t have any,” I groan, the sound almost pained.
I whimper when Kade leaves me, a chill falling over my heated, naked body. He picks up his pants, rummaging through the pockets with a desperation I feel to my soul. When he fishes out his wallet, he holds it up like a prize, a relieved grin on his face that quickly turns sheepish.
Kade snags a condom, throwing his wallet to the floor, ripping the foil packet with his teeth, before sliding the condom on and climbing back on top of me.
We get back into the same position as earlier, my leg over his arm, his mouth on mine as we kiss.
But this time, instead of his cock nestling against my pussy, he lines himself up, slowly sliding in, inch by glorious inch.
I moan as Kade groans, the sounds mingling and bouncing around the room. He’s so big, it’s almost painful. My body stretches to accommodate him, making sure I’m aware of every inch as he glides slowly inside me. I’ve never felt so filled by someone before. So complete.
When he’s fully seated, he holds still, a muscle ticking in his jaw before he pulls back to look down at me. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on his brow like he’s holding on to his restraint. My nipples harden almost painfully at the thought, an ache for more settling in my gut.
“You okay? Does it feel good for you?”
I love that he keeps checking in on me, that he’s making sure I’m okay, but I really need him to move. “Yes,” I breathe, rolling my hips to prove my unspoken point.
So incredibly slowly, Kade takes the hint and pulls back until only the tip of his cock is left inside me. There’s a tenderness in his gaze that shouldn’t be there, but then he slams forward, and it’s like a firework display of raw, primal need and my mind goes blank.
I cry out as pleasure rips through me. Spasms running through my body and curling my toes. Fuck me.
Kade repeats the movement, and my body reacts in exactly the same way.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Chlo. I love the way your pussy is milking me each time.”
I grip Kade’s ass, pulling him into my body and begging for more. His thrusts are relentless, and although I’m fairly certain I’ve had about a million mini orgasms with each one, it’s still not enough.
Suddenly, he’s gone, moving to stand at the end of the bed, before gripping my legs and pulling me toward him.
I’m in too much of a haze to understand what he’s doing or to protest, not that I would.
He rests my legs on his chest, gripping my ankles with one hand as he lines himself up with the other and with one sharp, sure thrust, he’s right back where he belongs.
I grip the sheets as he pounds into me, before it becomes too much, and the need to touch myself wins. Sliding a hand between my legs, I swipe two fingers over the sensitive nub of my clit, crying out as a shudder runs through my body.
“That’s it, buttercup,” Kade pants, his gaze bouncing around my body. “Come on my cock.”
“Kade,” I cry. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”
“Yes, you can,” he commands.
He throws one of my legs wide, giving himself an unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out of me. I look down at what he’s seeing and gasp. He’s buried inside me, the condom slick as he moves.
It’s that and the increased pressure on my clit that sends me over the edge, tumbling into darkness as euphoria crashes into me.
It’s so intense, it swallows everything.
I’m vaguely aware of Kade crying out, of him reaching his release and pulsating inside me before the room fades and my body goes limp. And then there’s nothing but darkness.