Chapter 12 #2
My breath broke and his eyes flared when I started scissoring my legs needing more to ease the fire, molten fire he started in my core.
“Again,” he said.
I did.
And this time, I did not look away.
The room around me blurred into rain and gold light and there was only Cade, his voice, the heat in my skin, and the terrifying relief of not pretending I didn’t want him.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured.
“I’m trying not to die.”
His smile flashed, brief and devastating. “Dramatic.”
“You caused this.”
“I know.”
The way he said it should have annoyed me. Instead, it made my breath hitch hard enough that his smile disappeared again.
“Bliss,” he said, and my name came out rough.
“What?”
“Don’t stop, keep one hand on your nipple and put the other hand in your panties and tell me how wet you are.”
“Okay.”
I playfully slide my fingers down my stomach slowly.
“Fuck you are stacked, Pip. Sexiest fucking body. Touch your pussy for me.”
I stopped playing after that and dipped my hand into my black lacey panties.
“Spread your legs more.”
I widen my legs and arch back as my fingers slide through my wetness before circling my clit. I bite my bottom lip and moan opening my eyes to see Cade watching me, intense blue eyes focusing on that spot between my legs.
“Fuck, slide your panties to the side, Pip. Let me see you.”
I moan again as I circle my clit. “Want my panties off, Cade.”
“No, I’ll wait until I can do it with my teeth.”
I pull my hand out so I can pull my panties to the side, letting him see my slit. I use my fingers to open me to his gaze and look at him.
I am shocked at how his face tells me everything. Mouth open, breathing heavy, small curses falling from his lips in soft whispers when I move my index finger over my clit.
“You are fucking soaked, Pip. Did I get you that way?”
“Yes.” I say moving my finger faster as my hips start rocking.
“You are so pink and soft. Put a finger inside and pump it.”
I slip my middle finger in and slide in and out.
“Put your thumb on your clit now and keep pumping that finger, Pip.”
“Oh…” I moan and rock against my hand.
“Fuck your hand, yes just like that. Grind that pretty little clit against your thumb. Fuck the way I want to eat your pussy, Pip. Devour you. You have me so fucking hard again.”
“Show me…” I moan as he moves the camera and I watch as he slides his hands through the front of his boxers and pulls his cock out.
“You’re big.” I say rocking my hips harder and I am so close.
Cade laughs and grips his cock, stroking a few times before moving the camera back to his face. “You’ll make me come if I touch my dick, Bliss. I need to see you come.”
“Yes, fuck I want to watch you too. Can I and that still be fair?”
He laughs as his camera swaps so I can see down his chest and watch him remove his boxers. “More than fair, keep going Pip. Tell me what you are thinking about.”
“That it’s your fingers doing this to me.” He groans and I watch as he strokes his cock hard and fast. Brutal tugs up and down his long length and nothing like in his closet. This is not controlled—this is need. “Oh shit, watching you is going to make me come.”
“Come for me, Pip. I want to see you come for me, thinking of me.”
His strokes get faster as his chest quivers and I know he is thinking of fucking me. “What are you thinking?” I ask and feel my orgasm close in, “tell me as I come, Cade.”
“Kissing you. Honest to fuck, I want your mouth on mine so fucking bad Pip. It’s all I think about. How your mouth tastes.”
I combust as his words rush through my mind, rocking against my hand as I watch him grope his dick and all I can think is that he wants to kiss me. He is watching me come for him as he beats his dick and the man is thinking about kissing me.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s so fucking sweet or so fucking intimate, but it only throws me into my orgasm and I confess. “Cade, that’s was all I wanted in your gym.”
“You are so pretty when you come, Pip. Fuck I want to feel you shake for me.”
My breath caught, then shattered. I gripped the blanket his name breaking out of me before I could stop it. Not loud. Not polished. Not pretty in the way girls probably sounded in movies.
For a few seconds, there was only my breathing, ragged and humiliating, and the rain tapping against my window like nothing in the world had changed when everything inside me absolutely had and I looked at the screen.
“Come for me, Cade.” It was all I had to say.
One hand roughly jacking as the other cupped his balls when he groans and I watch as he comes on his chest, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The rest was nothing but gravely moan as his hand slowed to stopping as he gripped the head in small strokes as he gave me every drop.
It was just our combined ragged breathing. No words, both of us too blissed out to move as we lay there in opposite beds on FaceTime and it was still intimate.
By the time he turned the camera to look at me I instantly blushed and yanked my sheet up over my chest and covered my face with both hands. “I’m never speaking to you again.”
Cade’s laugh came low and rough through the phone, but there was something unsteady in it too. “Liar.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I should.”
“That’s hurtful.”
I peeked at him through my fingers, cheeks burning. He was still watching me like he could not quite believe what just went down, his hair messy, jaw tight, eyes dark enough to make my stomach twist all over again.
“For real though, Pip. You okay?” he asked.
The question was soft and that was it. The reason he was ruining me.
I lowered my hands and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Use words, Pip. I really need words from you right now.”
I breathed out a weak laugh. “Yes, Cade. I’m okay.”
His shoulders loosened like that answer mattered more than anything else that had happened. “Good.”
The silence afterward felt different. Not awkward exactly. Not comfortable either. Just heavy with the knowledge that something had happened between us that neither of us could stuff back into banter and pretend away.
I tugged his hoodie down over my head. “This was a terrible idea.”
His mouth curved. “It was a fantastic idea.”
“Only because it was your idea.”
“Proudly.”
“Oh my goodness.”
“Still got my hoodie?”
I looked down at myself. “Obviously.”
“Keep it.”
“That was already the plan.”
His smile softened in a way that made my chest ache more than the heat had. “Text me in the morning?”
“We’re literally going to see each other tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“Greedy.”
“With you?” His eyes held mine through the screen. “Yeah.”
My breath caught again, softer this time.
Dangerous. Dangerous. Dangerous.
But I did it anyway.
“Goodnight, Cade,” I whispered.
“Goodnight, Pip.”
I ended the call before I could say something even stupider, then lay back against my pillows while rain whispered against the glass and my heart slowly tried to remember how to beat normally.