Chapter 22 #2
“I need to fuck your pretty pussy, Kitten. I need to be able to bury myself deep within that sweet cunt of yours.” His arm tugs, pulling me off him with a pop, before smashing his mouth against mine.
Powerful hands grip at my face, keeping me against him as he brings me back to a straddling position.
I’m panting, sweaty, and my body is ready to go again, but more than any of that, I want to see him.
To watch as Kade fucking Daniels lets go, to see him raw and untethered as I bring him to the edge and push him over into a free fall.
I shove against his chest, prying our mouths from one another with a needed breath.
The passion between us is hitting impossible levels, ready to devour us both.
Kade leans up again, trying to move so that he’s on top, but another forceful push and his back bounces against the bed.
“Nu-uh, handsome,” I coo, licking my lips with a sultry grin.
My hand stays against his chest, fingers splayed out, signaling him to stay down, as I position my mouth against the reddening head of his cock.
“Now who’s needy?” I utter, before allowing a wad of spit to drip, sliding down the length of his shaft. Wrapping my fist around him, I stroke him gently, spreading the liquid.
Those gleaming green gems are locked onto my every move.
Watching intensely as I work him over. He stays against the mattress, but his arm raises, grabbing and fondling my breast. I line him up with my entrance, moving my hips in a circular motion as I tease his tip.
His breaths are heavy, his chest heaving under strain as I continue to only give him a snippet of what he wants.
He groans, his brows furrowing and eyes narrowing my way.
“Kitten,” he warns, his voice deep, gravely, and I grin.
Gotcha.
In a fluid motion, I sink myself down, sheathing him inside me. His hand tightens around my chest, as his back arches and a rumble forms on his lips.
“Fuuuuck,” he grits out, as I begin to grind back and forth against him. My clit presses into his pubic bone, chasing the friction, and a pressure builds deep inside me once more.
Dropping his hands to my waist, his fingers dig into my skin as he thrusts up into me–hard.
I grind and rotate, matching his rhythm and pace as my hands brace against his hips.
The heat in my core continues to strengthen, rising to a temperature that has my skin flushing red.
The feeling of his body entangled with mine, his cock filling me so fully, is better than I ever could have imagined.
It throws me into a state of intense euphoria, where the rest of the world has disappeared, leaving only me, Kade, and the lust that we have for each other.
We’re chasing after our climaxes, both right on the horizon and speeding closer.
I need to feel more of him, have more of him, and so I bend over to once again lock ourselves into a make out session.
One hand wraps around the back of my neck while the other slides between our writhing bodies, finding my clit with a practiced ease.
The pads of his fingers press against it, rubbing small circles and I gasp.
The pleasure centers of my head have been overwhelmed beyond their limit. Fucking Kade is a memory I never want to forget.
“Fuck, shit. Yes, Kade, right there. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Then come for me, Kitten. Come all over my cock while I watch you squirm.”
The huskiness to his voice is the last piece of my orgasm puzzle, and within seconds I’m unravelling. Pleasure washes through me without so much as a warning. Pulling a vicious scream of raw passion from my lips.
Kade's pace begins to falter, and I know he’s following me off the edge and into pure bliss. My pussy clamps down, contracting around his shaft with each aftershock that ravages me.
“Fuck, ahh, Bear, fuck,” he screeches through his teeth.
Arm’s tight, muscles strained he pushes up into me a final time, filling my pussy with jets of his warm seed, before falling against the sheets, completely spent.
We’re both panting, gasping for a solid breath, and I collapse on top of his chest— entirely content.
“Fucking hell, Mik,” Kade starts, kissing the top of my head. “That was one hundred percent worth waiting fifteen years for.” His arms wrap around my back, delicately drawing patterns against my skin. Neither of us making a move to untangle from each other.
A giggle bubbles up, along with a smile as I press a kiss to his chest. “I’m sure you’ve over hyped it in your head. Guaranteed you’ve probably had pussy just as good.”
His hands stop moving and his body tenses underneath me. My words have triggered something within him, and whatever it is, it’s deep as he sits up and lifts me off his lap. I look at him, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion and hurt as I scooch to the edge of the bed, following after him.
“Kade?” I grab the sheet, wrapping it around me. The now vacant places where his skin used to be, are cooled by the air.
“Kade!” I call louder, when he continues walking to the bathroom completely ignoring me. It’s only when I hear the start of the shower, that I know I’m not getting an answer.
What the hell?! What the absolute fuck just happened?
My mind is shooting into several different directions, trying to piece together what I could have said or did to make him react in this way. Is he regretting us sleeping together, or is it something more?
Leaping off the bed, I grab my clothes, strewn across his floor, and head for the door. Ready to head back to my—albeit temporary—room to have a shower and change my clothes. When I get there however, I slump onto the bed, my gaze stuck on the door and the boy just beyond it.
My head is yelling at me to leave him alone, to gather my things, wash my body and get the fuck out like I had planned.
But my gut is telling me to march back in there and demand an answer.
To tell him he doesn’t get to yell at me, fuck me, and then treat me as if I don’t exist. He may not know all that I’ve been through, but damn it, I deserve better than that.
I’m the one who bangs and walks. How dare he use my move against me.
My gut ends up winning the battle, and still stark naked, I march my perky ass right back into his room and straight for the bathroom door.
Slamming it open, it bounces on its hinges as I enter the room like a human firecracker.
The sound takes him by surprise, and I don’t miss the small yelp he lets out, but he schools his face back to a natural look rather quickly.
Stomping up to the glass, I rip open the shower door, inviting myself in and cross my arms over my chest. Glaring at him with all the pent up anger I’m feeling turning into an icy demeanor that even the hot water couldn't thaw.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I ask, cocking my head to the side.
“It’s nothing, just forget it.” There’s no emotion in his tone, or on his face for that matter.
But like hell I’ll just “forget it.” He used to be one of my best friends.
One of the people that claimed they never gave up on me over the span of twelve years, and he just gave me the cold shoulder.
After eating my cunt like a god damn meal, I might add.
“Yeah, that’s not happening,” I quip, moving to corner him and look straight into his eyes.
I can’t seem to get a read on what he’s really thinking, and usually he’s an open book.
“So, what? You stop me, corner me, admonish me, fuck me senseless, and then throw me to the side like used tissues? What the hell, Kade?!”
My anger has hit a boiling point, bubbling over as I lash out and smack him in the chest, knocking him off center.
He takes a step back, stumbling slightly, but catching himself right away.
His head hangs between his shoulders, his gaze on the tiles below, and this mother fucker is still refusing to acknowledge me.
“So what, all of that was just straight up bullshit then?” I press, getting increasingly annoyed by his silence.
“What am I to you, huh?” I smack his chest again, but with every non-answer, the tension around us heightens. My shoves increasing in force alongside it.
“Just another quick fuck?” Another push.
“Someone you never have to see again?” Another.
“Some sort of check mark on your bucket list?” I scream, moving to shove him again, but this time he catches my wrists and pulls me against his chest.
My anger is still simmering just beneath the surface, brewing in my gaze as our eyes lock together.
His green orbs bouncing between the seething green of my own, flickering with a secret he’s too scared to spill.
Time slows, and our breathing falters as we stay in this intense stare-off with one another.
For just a moment, his gaze drops to my lips, but that single break is all it takes for his mouth to find mine.
This time there is no need, no hunger, as we press against each other under the water’s stream.
Kade’s hands move to caress my face, his thumbs rubbing against my cheeks as he pours his soul into the meeting of our lips.
My arms naturally move to rest on his hips, holding onto him as if he’s the anchor keeping me here.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers when we finally break for air.
His hands never leave my face, as he leans down to rest his forehead against mine.
“I shouldn’t have reacted like that. You asked me what you are to me?
Bear, you’re everything to me. You always have been.
” His voice is so low, I almost miss his heartfelt shower confession.
“Then why did you run off like that?” I ask, even more confused than I was before.
“I was… I am embarrassed and guilty.” Pulling away, he straightens up and turns off the water. “Come on. Let’s get out and I’ll explain.”
I nod, following his lead as we get out of the shower to dry off. He grabs a towel, wrapping it around me before moving to get his own. The difference in his actions from just moments ago is going to give me whiplash at this rate.
“Thanks,” I mumble with a soft smile.
The care he’s showing me now and these small gestures are throwing me for a loop.
I’m used to getting railed and walking off.
Always able to take care of myself, never needing anyone to do it for me.
I’ve never had the princess treatment, acting as if I mattered to them, like I’m worth more than just a quick release.
As I stare at his retreating figure, watching as he wanders over to his closet, I realize that tonight with Kade has sparked something within me. Something that I wasn’t sure even existed any longer. And with every tender kiss, and sweet caress, it’s beginning to grow.
My beautiful Gemini brings me one of his shirts to wear, the damn thing looking like a ball gown on my short frame.
Thanking him again, I quickly towel off my hair and climb into the bed.
Sitting against the headboard, my eyes track Kade as he paces by the dresser.
Restless and agitated as his face twists and his brows furrow.
“Gemini?” I softly call, stopping his movements and grabbing his attention. “Come sit with me?”
A small grin lifts the corners of his lips as he makes his way to the other side of the bed.
Lifting back the covers as he climbs in, pulling me against his side so my head is resting on his bare chest. From here I can hear the beating of his heart, feel the warmth of his skin, and see the rise and fall of his chest. All three combining into the perfect lullaby, dragging me into a deep—and needed—sleep.
I’m fighting my own body, trying to stay awake enough to talk to him, to get some answers. But for the first time in a long time, I feel completely and entirely relaxed. Safe. Somewhere, far in the distance, I think I can hear a voice, but it’s an echo of an echo as I fall into slumber.