Jess
There is no better feeling than having Kade’s face buried between my thighs.
My hands are tangled in his hair, grabbing and pulling as I arch off his bed and grind my pelvis against his mouth.
He already had a solid foundation in going down, but thanks to my expert teaching, he now knows just how to suck my clit, just how to curl his fingers inside me and make me writhe with aching need.
I finally understand that old saying now.
Hard work pays off.
When he releases the pressure, withdrawing his finger and rubbing the seam of my lips while he kisses inside my knee, I peer up at him through heavy lids, my lips parted, chest heaving.
“No,” I whine, trying to drag his head back down. “Don’t stop.”
Kade smirks, balancing on his elbow with his face still fully between my thighs. Only now, he’s stroking me between my wet and swollen lips, his fingertips skating over my clit before they dive back down again.
And all the while, he’s sitting there with his stupid smirk, watching the show.
“Someone’s close,” he muses.
Something between a curse and a moan rips through me when he flattens his palm, rubbing it over the length of me with just enough pressure to have my whole body tensing and releasing at once, making me shiver and shake at the touch.
I’m so wet from his mouth and my own desire that his hot skin slicks over me easily, and the more he rubs me, the more I feel that pressure mounting in my core.
Until he stops.
My eyes shoot open at the loss of heat, of connection, the cool air from his ceiling fan wafting over me uncomfortably.
“Damn it, Kade,” I say, but before I can even lift my head to properly curse at him, his mouth is on mine, still covered with my salty taste as he backs me into the bed even more somehow.
His hand rests tentatively over me again, cupping me in warmth, and I gasp into his mouth at the sensation.
“If you want to get off,” he whispers, sucking my lip between his teeth and holding it there before releasing it with a pop. “You’ll have to get there yourself.”
I narrow my eyes. “Fuck you,” I spit, but then his hand cups me harder, and he moves it just an inch — up and back down — his deep brown eyes firing to life as he watches my eyelids flutter with the touch.
“Fuck my hand, Jess,” he whispers, kissing my neck seductively, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. His next whisper is right into the shell of my ear, and it evokes a tsunami of chills over me. “I want you to fuck my hand until you come all over it, and then I can lick my fingers clean.”
My mouth parts with a gasp, and in the next second his own covers mine, and he’s kissing me hard and demanding, his hand just sitting there between my legs, warm and waiting.
I reach down with my own hands, holding his to me harder, and flex my hips.
Just that one motion has me sucking in a hot, stiff breath, and Kade devours it hungrily, kissing me harder as I buck my hips again.
His hand is so warm, so wet, and I hold it firm between my legs, rocking my hips back and forth, humping his palm as my clit fires to life.
I know before a full minute has passed that I could get off just like that, without him even being inside me, but when I’m humping him hard and fast and he surprises me, slipping his middle finger deep and quick inside me before pulling out again, I groan at the feeling of being full.
“More,” I pant, writhing under his touch. “I want you to fuck me, Kade.”
“Not until you come.”
I whimper, but it’s silenced as soon as he dives back inside me again — this time with two fingers slipping easily into my soaked hole.
“Jesus Christ,” I curse, and then without warning, I flip him over with his hand still cupping me, until the back of his palm is laying on his thick, muscular thigh and I’m straddling his fingers — all the while staring longingly at his thick, perfect, untouched erection.
Just the sight of it standing at attention pulses a new wave of need through me, and Kade’s eyes intensify, urging me on. I sit back down on his fingers, feeling them deeper now, and he curls them inside me as I ride his hand the way I want to ride his cock.
The heat from his thighs press into every angle of my inner thighs, his palm hot on my clit, and I lean forward, getting more pressure where I need it and still fucking his fingers. And then everything clinches and releases, hot and fast, a lightning bolt of an orgasm striking me as I cry out.
Kade’s hand slaps hard over my mouth, so much that it stings, but I cry into his left palm as I ride his right one, knowing he’s just trying to save me from alerting the entire fraternity that he’s getting me off.
Not that I care right now.
When my body slows, muscles already sore and aching, he removes his palm from my mouth with a knowing grin on his.
But before I can slump and let my climax lull me under, he sits up, kissing me hard and grabbing my ass firmly in both hands before he smacks it hard and flips me over.
I don’t get another breath before he’s wrapped in a condom and thrusting inside me — deep and urgent, every thick and pulsing inch filling me in quick, swift thrusts.
Damn, he’s a good student.
This motherfucker was helpless just a few months ago, and now he’s a sex god — one perfectly tailored to meet my kinky needs.
Maybe this deal wasn’t a bad idea, after all.
Kade wraps both fists in my long hair and yanks hard, exposing my throat and cutting off my oxygen enough that I can’t even cry out in approval.
I’m so fucking turned on I could come again, but I don’t have the chance before he pounds his climax into me, pulsing into the condom with subdued groans and his hands still in my hair.
He slows to a complete stop when he’s done, releasing my hair, but then his hands pet down my back — slowly, softly, making goosebumps explode over my sensitive skin.
He’s still inside me, thrusting slowly and purposefully, and already I feel him softening, but he won’t stop.
Instead, he bends over me, pulling my back flush to his chest as he thrusts as deep inside me as he can with his erection quickly losing steam.
His mouth finds my ear, sucking the lobe, and then he grabs my chin and tilts it until he can claim my mouth.
I hate this kiss.
It’s too intimate, too soon after making me come, too close to real feelings that I break it quickly and roll over on to my back, chuckling with a satisfied sigh and closing my eyes.
Kade drops down beside me, still panting, one hand resting on his chest and the other reaching over to rest on my knee.
“Jess?”
“Mm?” I ask, brushing my hair back from my face.
When I creak my eyelids open, he’s there balanced above me, something unreadable in his dark eyes.
“I think you’re hotter than I’ve ever fucking seen you right now.”
His eyes sweep over me, and a blush shades my cheeks as I cover my face with my hands. It’s seven o’clock in the morning and I haven’t even brushed my hair, let alone put on a stitch of makeup. I was just horny when I woke up and couldn’t wait.
Usually, I dress up in lingerie for this prick — mostly because I like to boss him around in the bed and make him feel like I’m his Dom.
But this morning, he took control.
And now, he’s got my stomach riding on the wings of butterflies with his stupid, too-nice-for-a-fuck-buddy comment.
I shove him away playfully with a roll of my eyes. “Whatever.”
Kade laughs, tucking his hands under his head with his gaze on the ceiling. “You should have seen your face, getting all goopy-eyed over that romantic comment.”
“You wish.”
“Deny it all you want, J-Love,” he teases, glancing at me with an arched brow. “But you know damn well that was an A+ move.”
I don’t deny it, but I definitely don’t confirm it, either. Kade waits for a moment before giving up with a chuckle, rolling over and grabbing his phone off his nightstand.
“I feel like a Skywalker, conquering the Force.”
I snort, but Kade just sits there with that doofus smile, flipping through his texts.
“Might have to pull out all the tricks I’ve learned on some unsuspecting hottie at the Halloween party next week.”
My stomach takes a deep dive off the bed, and my eyes shoot open, throat constricting. I attempt a swallow but come up empty, and then I’m pissed at my body for betraying me, for being affected by what he said when clearly we shouldn’t be.
I can almost see it — my brain putting her hands on her hips, glaring at my body like Bitch, what the hell is wrong with you?
But even as I sit there and convince myself I shouldn’t feel the way I do after Kade’s little comment, the feeling only sinks in deeper, and I press a hand to my chest, forcing a swallow.
Wait — am I annoyed?
Am I… jealous?
I frown at the thought, because why the hell would I be jealous that Kade wants to hook up with some chick at the Halloween party next weekend?
It’s not like we’re dating. It’s not like we’re even close to that.
We had a deal — I teach him how to have some fucking game, and he gets me off and lets me drive his car.
Plain and simple.
Except when I turn and see his goofy smile on his face, and another girl’s name on his phone screen, my chest tightens, body betraying me once more.
Maybe it’s not so simple, after all.