Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
JESSICA
Goblins and cheesy innuendos aside, here I am, staying the night in exchange for milk.
There’s no point in lying to myself anymore. I’ve fallen hard for Kane Ravencourt.
Why else would I break into his house to surprise him and use all the street smarts I’ve learned growing up in the Falls to hunt him down, for a change?
It’s reckless and stupid, but there’s one thing I can’t deny.
I’m smiling again.
For the first time since Mom’s diagnosis, my mind is elsewhere, and I feel a sliver of light in the darkness. I don’t want to give that up.
It’s stupid. Trust me, I know. I can’t afford to let my heart get entangled with Kane, but I also can’t keep away.
No matter how hard I try, I always come back because everything feels a little less scary when I’m in his arms.
I lie with my cheek on Kane’s warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. The question of when he became my safety whispers through my mind, but the answer is too layered to unravel. Sometimes, we have to welcome these quiet moments when they appear.
Kane is fast asleep, breathing evenly, his heavy arm draped around me.
I love it, I decide, wishing I could stay here in his little bubble forever. If I close my eyes, I can almost pretend there’s no tomorrow, no sorrow waiting for me. I don’t know what’s in store for us, but life has a way of gifting a sliver of joy and then returning double the pain.
I prop my chin on his chest and trace his softened features with my gaze. Don’t get me wrong. He’s all man, and a very sexy one at that. But he looks younger like this, his jaw relaxed, as if he carries the world on his shoulders like a heavy cloak.
A cloak he sheds at night.
He’s hard beneath me, his cock pressing into my stomach. I salivate for a taste, carefully wiggling lower along his body, moving slowly so I don’t wake him.
A groan rumbles in Kane’s chest as I take his cock into my mouth, sucking on the hard shaft as he grows even bigger on my tongue.
I’ve never been big on oral. Rain loves it.
All it takes is a shot or two before she’s telling you how powerful she feels on her knees, how easy it is to manipulate men when you have them at your mercy.
But the thought of sucking a guy’s cock has never been at the top of my list until Kane.
Now I see the appeal. I love how silky his cock feels in my mouth.
Silky and thick.
At some point, his long fingers tangle in my hair, pulling tight, prickling my scalp as he jerks his hips upward and forces more of himself into my mouth.
“Fuck, what a nice wake-up call,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and arousal.
A few bobs of my head later, his thighs tense, and jets of hot cum fill my mouth. I swallow every last drop, moaning my satisfaction.
Turns out, I even like his salty taste.
Crawling up his body, I settle beside him, and he snorts a laugh at the smug look on my face. I can’t help it. I sucked the cum from his balls and enjoyed every second.
Rain would be proud.
“That was intense. I might still be coming.”
My eyes widen. “You are?”
“Maybe you should suck my dick some more to find out.”
I slap his chest, and he laughs, pulling me into him.
“I like this,” he says after a moment, when I tip my head back to look up at him.
“Most guys like blow—”
He smacks a hand over my mouth, cutting me off. “Don’t mention blowjobs and other men in the same sentence, or I’ll lose my damn mind.”
I’m sure my eyes glitter with amusement. It’s fun to rile him up, mostly because he makes it too easy.
Removing his hand from my mouth, he presses his forehead to mine, a soft sigh brushing my lips. “I meant that I like waking up with you. Having you here in my bed.”
My chest warms in dangerous places. “I shouldn’t be here. You know that.”
He lifts his head, eyes the color of deep water before a storm. “Don’t do that again.”
“Do what?”
“Let me in. Only to shut me out.”
“Kane…” I try to push onto my elbows, but he’s suddenly on top of me, forcing my legs open and pressing his hardening cock inside me.
I gasp at the sudden intrusion. Kane holds my gaze with unflinching blue eyes, rocking into me, slow and deep. “You’re exactly where you should be.”
I dig my nails into his shoulder blades as the pleasure builds, powerless to hold a thought with him inside me.
He grabs my throat, lips brushing my ear. “Under me.”
Thrust.
“Taking me.”
Thrust.
“Being filled by me.”
I dig my heels into the mattress, thrusting up when he grinds deep. He deliberately slows, dragging out my pleasure, making me beg.
“Tell me again how you’re not where you’re supposed to be.” He slides out completely, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness.
“Please, Kane. Fuck me.”
I feel him there, slick and heavy, and I wiggle my hips to coax him back in. Instead, he grips my face, kisses me, then lingers with his lips inches from mine.
“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, Jessica.”
When I don’t answer, he kisses me slowly, thoroughly, prying my lips open with his tongue. My pulse climbs my throat as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“You’re in love with me, remember?” With a sharp snap of his hips, he seats himself inside me, big and throbbing.
The sudden fullness is so intense, so pleasurable, that I forget to breathe.
“You’re so in love with me you’re going to come all over my dick before I send you home with my cum leaking from your freshly fucked pussy.”
“Your mouth, Kane.”
His thrusts turn sharper, and I dig my heels into his ass, clinging to him as he snaps his hips into me again and again.
“What about it?” he asks, driving deep.
“It’s filthy.”
“You love it. I feel you clenching every time I say something dirty.”
Suddenly, he rises onto his knees and lifts me against him as if I weigh nothing. He fucks me like that, supporting my weight with one arm around my waist.
“You’re in love with me, aren’t you, baby?” His eyes are heavy as I drop my head back with a moan. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m in love with you.”
I’m so far gone, riding that relentless wave, I’d say anything to get there. All I want is to come.
“Yeah? You’re mine?”
“I’m yours, Kane. Oh fuck…”
“Remember that.”
Why does he sound so controlled as he bounces me on his cock? Meanwhile, I’m falling apart, sore from last night yet still craving more of him.
God, I love his dick.
That magical, demon-bred, physics-defying cock that Satan undoubtedly handcrafted.
“Look at me, Jessica.”
My head feels heavy, but I lift it, caught by his unsettling blue eyes.
“There’s my girl,” he says. “Look at me with those eyes. God, you’re beautiful.”
Time disappears. Kane eventually carries me out of bed and fucks me against the wide window overlooking the sprawling lawns. Somewhere below, a leaf blower drones, but Kane doesn’t care that we’re giving the gardener a show.
Moments later, we’re on the move again.
Remind me not to suck him off first thing, because now he’s an unstoppable machine. The next thing I know, I’m bent over the footboard, my hand clamped over my mouth to muffle the scream that tears out of me as I fall apart for the second time.
Kane isn’t far behind, fucking into me with ruthless thrusts that steal my breath and make me yelp in surprise. I feel his impressive length pulse, his release coating my insides.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he yanks my head back, breathing choppily against my temple. “Now I have to kill the fucking gardener.”
He’s joking, right?
“You let him see us.”
“Doesn’t matter. He’s seen you now, so he has to go.”
“If you touch a hair on that poor man’s head, I’ll hurt you, Kane.”
A ghost of a laugh slips from him. He’s still buried inside me, his cum seeping out now that he’s softening.
“You know, I kind of like it when you threaten me.”
“How so?” I ask, shifting away when he slips his fingers between my legs to rub my too-tender clit. I’m at the point where even the lightest touch hurts.
His breath is hot against the side of my neck as he splays his fingers around his cock, as if he wants to feel my pussy hold him. “Because you remind me of a Chihuahua who believes she’s a pit bull.”
I make an outraged sound, and he chuckles, nipping my neck with his teeth. “Take that back. I’m not a Chihuahua.”
“I’ll take it back if you let me strap weights to his ankles and throw him off a cliff.”
I shouldn’t find it hot when he talks like that, but when he slips his cock out and replaces it with his fingers, I moan as he fucks his cum back inside me.
“I should plug you so my cum stays in your pussy all day.”
I’m sore from his big cock. He’s not exactly gentle now, either, but the pinch of pain stirs my orgasm again, taking me by surprise. Is there no end to how many times I can come with this man? I’m like a music box he can wind up whenever he wants.
I just keep playing and playing, twirling like a dutiful ballerina.
“You’re clenching again.” He tsks. “Naughty girl.”
Just as I’m about to climax, he pulls out. The orgasm retreats, and my pussy pulses. I whirl around, but he’s already heading to the bathroom.
“You can’t just leave me like that.”
He enters the bathroom, turns on the shower, and leans against the doorframe.
I’m still breathless and convinced I have arrhythmia, given how fast my heart is beating.
“Agree to let me kill him, and I’ll make you come.”
I snort, shaking my head. He’s so unreasonable sometimes. “You’re not killing anyone.”
“You’re stubborn.”
“You’re so psychotic.”
He just shrugs, as if it’s a given, and disappears into the shower.
I consider escaping while I still have the chance.
If I hurry, I could be dressed and on my way home by the time he steps out, but steam is already pouring from the bathroom, and I am the owner of a pussy that happens to be very fond of that devil-blessed cock and those skilled fingers.