Chapter Seven
Caden
My blood is humming through my veins. As I sit in my SUV, waiting for Adrienne to get home from work, I can’t help but feel a mixture of anxiety and excitement. My palms have itched to touch this woman since I first laid eyes on her. I’ve dreamed about her, jacked off more times than I care to admit, and frankly, have worked myself into a tizzy. I want her, plain and simple.
Headlights catch my attention, and I watch as Adrienne pulls into the small lot and parks in front of her townhouse. My heart starts to beat a little faster as she climbs from her car. I do the same, hurrying over to hold her door open while she reaches in and grabs her backpack.
“Hmm,” she hums as I close the door. “A gentleman in the streets. Does that make you a freak in the sheets?” she quips, her smile lighting up her entire face.
“I’m more of a show-and-tell kinda guy, sugar.”
She chuckles, walking beside me as we move to her front door. “I don’t doubt that one bit.” When she releases the lock and steps inside, she turns to me and says, “Make yourself at home.” Then she closes the door and relocks it.
As she places her bag on the small kitchenette table, I look around her space. The kitchen is small, but efficient, with off-white walls and a basic medium-oak stained cabinet. There are no dishes in the sink and the counters are tidy with nothing extra out like a toaster or stack of mail.
“Want a tour?”
I return my gaze to the beautiful woman in front of me. “Of the bedroom?”
She just grins, a playful look gleaming in her eyes.
Her eyes. They’re as intoxicating as the rest of her. A light-brown color with a darker ring around them. Eye color has never really mattered to me, but there’s something so alluring, so hypnotic, so breathtaking about hers.
“What?” she asks, lifting her chin a bit and straightening her spine.
“Your eyes. They’re beautiful.”
I don’t think she was expecting that. “Thank you.” She clears her throat and slowly approaches. She’s only a few steps away, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the swing of her hips and the sway of her body as she moves. She’s fucking sexy as hell.
She runs her hands up my chest, the tips of her fingers dancing in the material of my shirt. Those long fingers wrap around my neck and entwine as she lightly presses her gloriously lush tits against me. “I have one rule, Caden. We have to be on the same page.”
My heart hammers in my chest. “Tell me.”
“Sex. Just sex. We can be friends, but that’s it.”
My own fingers flex against her waist as I draw her even closer. “You’re the perfect woman.”
She barks out a laugh. “Far from it, but if you’re truly only after some fun, then I’m your girl. Whether it’s one time or more, that’s all it’ll ever be.”
“Deal,” I reply without giving it a second thought.
Her eyes narrow a bit. “You’re sure?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m more than sure. I’ve already said I don’t do relationships. Ever. So, you don’t have to worry about me getting attached or falling in love. It’s not in my DNA.”
Slipping her fingers into my hair, she asks, “What is in your DNA?”
“Orgasms, Adrienne. You want them, I can supply them.”
“Awfully confident, aren’t we?” she asks with a knowing smirk.
Lifting her up, I take one step forward and set her down on her table. My hands go to her hips as I dip my head down and brush my lips across hers. “Very confident. Anything else we need to discuss?”
She swallows hard, grabs hold of my arms, and tugs me closer. She kisses my lips chastely before sliding her tongue across the seam of my mouth. “Condoms. We always use them.”
“Understood.” I don’t confirm that’s my rule too. I learned my lesson the hard way back with Dawn. I know they aren’t one-hundred-percent, but I’ll always wear one. Not only to protect from pregnancy, but from disease too. “Are you done talking?”
She nods. “I’m done.”
“Thank fuck,” I grumble, slamming my mouth against hers in a bruising kiss. Her mouth instantly opens, granting me the access I crave. The kiss is ravenous, carnal. It’s laced with a hunger I’ve never felt before. It’s a bit scary, honestly, how badly I want this woman, but I push those worries aside. This is what I do. I can give her pleasure.
A lot of pleasure.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer. I can feel the heat of her body, the warmth of her pussy beckoning me. I let my hands slide to her back and down to the top of her ass. Since she’s sitting, I can’t really get my hands on it—yet. All in good time.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I boldly ask, “Have you ever been eaten out on your kitchen table?”
Her eyes turn a molten shade of brown. “Can’t say I have.”
“Well,” I start, standing up and making a big show of cracking my knuckles. “Buckle up, buttercup. You’re in for a real treat.”
She hops off the table and starts to undress. First, she unties her athletic shoes and slips them off her feet. She’s wearing ankle socks and tosses them onto the floor too. With her gaze locked on mine, she grabs the hem of her work shirt and lifts it over her head. A navy-blue lace bra barely contains her magnificent tits, and my mouth waters for a taste, but I hold my position and take in the sight of her unsnapping her jeans and shimmying the denim down her legs.
When she steps out of her jeans and stands before me, I run my hand down my face and drink her in. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Adrienne slowly spins around, revealing her lush ass in a thong and ensuring my erection is painfully hard. “Christ, your ass is a work of art.”
She chuckles and climbs back on top of her kitchen table. “Funny, my ex said it was too big.”
A wave of anger sweeps through me as I stare at her, my jaw practically unhinging from her comment. “What a fucking douche, who’s obviously blind.”
She grins and shrugs. “I have an ass. He’s not wrong, but I don’t care.”
Taking a step forward, I run my hands up her bare thighs. “As you shouldn’t. He’s clearly the world’s biggest dumbass.”
“Clearly,” she agrees, spreading her legs apart just a little bit more. “But I don’t care. I’m comfortable with my body. So I’m not a skinny Barbie. Who cares?”
My eyes burn with desire as I meet her lust-fueled ones. “You’re incredible,” I find myself saying, my heart hammering a steady beat in my chest. I’m big on compliments, but for some reason, this one feels like more. I refuse to try to figure out why and return my attention to the matter at hand. I’m here for a reason. I need to focus on that.
Brushing my thumb over her wet panties, I ask, “Ready?”
“Do you always talk this much?” she sasses.
My lips quirk in a little smirk. “Yes.” I apply a little more pressure and circle my thumb over her most sensitive spot.
Her breathing hitches and her eyes turn a bit glassy. “Well, talk away. Just don’t stop doing that.”
Crouching down on my knees, I push her thighs farther apart to fit my body. “I have no intention of stopping, unless you tell me to.”
“Not happening,” she mutters as I push the navy lace to the side, exposing her wet pussy. It’s completely shaved and beckoning for my tongue.
As I lean in, I catch her scent and groan as desire reaches into my jeans and grips my balls. I don’t hesitate. I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick. My senses explode as I swirl it against the hard nub.
Adrienne’s hips move. She shifts, getting closer to my mouth as she rides my tongue. I move two fingers to her entrance and even though I long to thrust both inside, I start slow. I don’t want to hurt her, so I gently push my middle finger into her body and latch on to her clit with my lips.
“Oh fuck,” she says through a gasp, lifting her hips and pressing against my face. Her hand dives into my hair, her fingers tugging on the strands as she rolls against me, holding me in place.
Sliding my finger in and out a few times, making sure she’s ready, I slip a second one inside. I can feel the tightness as she adjusts to the invasion. I suck her clit between my lips and follow it up with a few flicks of my tongue. Her body starts to move, rocking hard and chasing the pleasure. As much as I’d love to drag this out, tease her until she’s teetering the line between pleasure and pain, I just want to see her come.
Feel it.
Taste it.
It’s a craving I can’t seem to overcome.
Rotating my hand until my palm is up, I curl my fingers deep inside her. I know the moment I achieve my goal, because she cries out. I draw her swollen clit into my mouth once more with a bit more suction and slide the tips of my fingers across her G-spot. The combination sends her flying. Adrienne comes hard, her internal muscles gripping my fingers and spasming around me. I lick at her release, milking every last drop I can from her.
When she falls back against the table and her legs dangle from exhaustion, I finally stop. A smile crosses my lips as I pull my fingers out and suck off the juices.
“Stop smiling.”
I bark out a laugh. “What are you talking about?” I ask, even though I was most definitely grinning from ear to ear.
“I can sense your cockiness,” she informs me, sitting up and meeting my gaze.
Once I stand, my eyes drop to where my raging cock is strained behind my denim. “Oh, I have a lot more cockiness in store for you.”
Her grin is a little lopsided as she hops off the table and presses her lush body against mine. I’m tight with tension and need, and the moment she plasters herself to me, every muscle, every tendon tautens even more. “I’m really looking forward to getting my hands on your cockiness. ”
Holding my arms out to the side, I reply, “I’m all yours, sugar.”
She reaches behind her back and releases her bra. Her full tits bounce as she drops the bra to the ground, her dark nipples hard and begging for my teeth. All I can do is watch as she shimmies out of her panties, not caring at all I probably stretched them out and ruined them.
Turning, she takes a few steps toward the living room. Glancing over her shoulder, she murmurs, “The bedroom is this way, cowboy.”
Like a puppy dog, I follow, flipping off the kitchen light as I go. My eyes are completely transfixed on her ass as she starts to climb the stairs, and I can’t help but reach out and gently grab her hips. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t say a word, just leads me to the second floor like the siren she is.
When we reach the top of the stairs, I spin her around and cage her against the wall. A little gasp slips from her lips as her back leans against the cool wall, and I silence her with a kiss. Her mouth turns urgent, our tongues dancing. Her hands lift my shirt up, so I quickly grab the material behind my neck and pull it off. Her fingertips are everywhere, exploring my chest and gripping at my flesh.
Slowly, she starts to move downward. Adrienne cups my cock through my jeans, and now it’s my turn to let out a groan. My hips move on their own as she slides her hand to grope my balls. I close my eyes, as the pleasure consumes me. It’s all I can do just to pull oxygen into my lungs. My cock is leaking precum, the desire to thrust overwhelming.
“Adrienne,” I grind out through gritted teeth.
“Hmmm,” she hums, her hand moving a little faster. “I see you’re big on cockiness. I’m going to need an upfront and personal look.”
Suddenly, she drops to her knees. Her nimble fingers release the button and fly on my jeans, and they’re being pulled down my thighs, along with my boxers. My cock springs free, moisture dotting the tip as it juts straight out toward her.
Adrienne licks her lips before running her tongue across the head of my cock. “Mmm,” she sings. She wraps her hand around me and slowly starts to slide me between her lips.
Her curly hair is pulled up high in a ponytail, and I take the opportunity to lightly grab hold. Her hair is so sexy, unruly and wild with curls, and I’ve been itching to get my hands in it. I watch, mesmerized, as she takes me into her mouth, inch by glorious inch. I force myself to hold still, keeping my eyes locked on her lips, and memorize this moment. I’ll think about her on her knees, completely naked as the day she was born, and sucking my cock for the rest of my life.
It’s the moment fantasies are made of.
I let her go for several minutes, until the pleasure starts to build and I’m teetering on the brink of losing control. I’m always in control, of my mind and my body, and most definitely, I’m the one in control in the bedroom.
“Enough.” Reaching down, I gently grab her arm and step back, my cock falling free from her mouth.
She looks up and sticks out her bottom lip in protest. “I wasn’t finished.”
“Yes, but I almost was,” I tell her, reaching into my back pocket and pulling out my wallet.
“Sounds like a problem,” she teases, watching as I rip open the foil packet with my teeth and cover my cock with the protective latex.
I toe off my slip-on leather shoes, thankful I didn’t wear boots tonight, and push my jeans the rest of the way down. As soon as I step out of the material and drop my wallet, I ask, “You ever been fucked against the wall, sugar?”
Her eyes darken as she lifts her chin. “Once. It wasn’t that good.”
Stepping into her personal space, I press my chest to hers. “Well, sounds like you got fucked by the wrong guy then.”
She rakes her nails over my shoulders and lifts her chin. “Definitely. You gonna show me how it’s supposed to be done?”
Bending down, I suck one of her taut nipples into my mouth, licking the tip and savoring the taste of her skin. “Damn right I am. Give me your leg.”
She looks skeptical. “Caden, you can’t lift me—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“I can and I will.”
“No. My ex tried it and almost broke his back,” she counters.
A wave of anger slices through me, hot and unchecked, but not at her. “Your ex was a douche, remember? And apparently, he has no clue how to do this. Watch and learn,” I tell her, lifting one leg in the crook of my arm. “If your other leg starts to give out or you get uncomfortable, tell me.”
She nods and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
With my left hand, I glide the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, coating it in her juices. I line up at her entrance and push forward, feeling the tightness and warmth wrap around me. Closing my eyes, I inhale sharply, reveling in the sensations. Too fucking good.
I give her a few seconds to adjust, holding her leg out to the side farther. My mouth brushes against hers before I coax her tongue out with my own. The moment the kiss deepens, I start to move, slowly at first then with a little more vigor. My available hand slides down her body, rejoicing in the way her curves feel against my palm. I don’t think I’ll ever not want to touch her.
My pace gently picks up as I roll my hips. Her eyes start to glass over, her breathing becoming more labored. My hand sandwiches between our bodies and my fingers glide to her clit. She gasps as I work it over, deepening the kiss and drawing out another orgasm. She’s close, I can feel her muscles starting to tighten.
Reaching around, I grab the back of her stationary leg. “Jump.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“Up you go,” I tell her, lifting.
Adrienne hops with a squeak, swinging up her second leg and wrapping both around my waist. I shift my hold, positioning my hands at her ass to hold her up, using the wall for leverage. Before she has a chance to protest, I thrust hard, filling her completely. I set a fast pace, determination setting in to ensure she gets off.
It isn’t exactly easy, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some douche from her past let her believe she’s too big for any position. Fuck that. I rock into her as her body clamps down on my dick.
“Oh, God,” she groans, her nails digging into my scalp as she holds on for dear life. “I’m gonna come.”
Sweat coats my skin, and I feel the moment she starts to orgasm. Her entire body goes rigid as her pussy clamps down on my cock. I almost follow her over the edge, but I hold off my own release, watching as she has her first orgasm in this position. She rides the waves of pleasure, crying out my name, her body shaking and spasming.
Pride sweeps through me like some caveman, but I don’t care. I did this. To her. I made her come hard. Twice.
When her limbs become boneless, I carefully help her down. She gazes up at me with lust-drunk eyes, all hazy and full of bliss. “That might be my new favorite position,” she mutters, a small smile on her lips.
I can’t help but grin back at her. “Glad you liked it.”
She glances down, taking in my hard, throbbing cock. “You haven’t gotten off yet.”
Bringing her knuckles to my lips, I press an opened-mouth kiss against her flesh. “Nope, not done yet. I think you’ve got at least one more orgasm in you.”
Her eyes widen and her spine straightens. I can see the moment she accepts my challenge. “Well, buckle up, cowboy. You’re in for a rough ride.”