Chapter 9 - Cade #2
Her hands slide into my boxer briefs, wrapping around my shaft, and I groan, my hips jerking into her touch. Eight years. It's been eight years since anyone touched me like this, since I let anyone this close.
"Still sensitive," Sierra murmurs with a small smile, stroking me slowly.
"It's been a while." The admission should be embarrassing, but I'm past caring. "Haven't… There hasn't been anyone. Not since you."
Sierra's hand stills, her eyes flying to mine. "What? Cade, that's eight years? You haven't been with anyone in eight years?"
"Couldn't." I capture her hand, bringing it to my lips. "Tried once or twice, early on. But it felt wrong. Like I was trying to replace something irreplaceable."
"Jesus, Cade." Her voice is thick with emotion. "I—there were a couple of guys. Nothing serious, nothing that lasted more than a few dates. But I tried. I thought you'd have moved on, would have—"
"I didn't." I kiss her again. "Only ever wanted you."
"Only ever wanted you too," she whispers back, and then her hand is on me again.
Sierra pushes me back against the pillows, a glint of determination in her eyes that I remember from years ago. It's the look she gets when she's decided on something, when nothing's going to stop her.
"Let me make you feel good," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry in a way that goes straight to my cock. "You've been alone too long, Cade. Let me take care of you."
Before I can respond, her mouth is on my chest, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across my pecs, down to my belly. Her tongue traces the line of muscle, and I feel my abs contract under her attention. She's taking her time, exploring my body like it's a map she needs to memorize.
Her lips trail down my stomach, following the trail of dark hair that disappears into my boxer briefs. Her fingers hook into the waistband, and she looks up at me, eyes dark with desire.
"Can I?" she asks, even though the answer is obvious from the way my cock is straining against the fabric.
"Fuck, yes." My voice is barely recognizable, rough with need.
She pulls my boxer briefs down slowly, agonizingly slowly, and my cock springs free, already hard and throbbing. Eight years of nothing, and now Sierra's here, looking at me like I'm something she wants to devour.
"God, I forgot how big you are," she breathes, wrapping her hand around my length. Her fingers don't quite meet around my girth, and the sight makes my cock throb in her grip.
"Sierra—" My hips jerk involuntarily as she strokes me once, twice.
"Shh," she soothes, lowering her head. "I've got you."
Her tongue darts out, licking the bead of pre-cum from my tip, and I nearly come right then and there. Eight years of nothing, and the sight of Sierra's pink tongue on my cock is almost too much to handle.
"Fuck," I groan, my hands fisting in the sheets.
She takes just the head into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it, sucking gently. The wet heat of her mouth, the pressure of her tongue… It's everything I've been denying myself for eight years, and it's overwhelming.
Then she starts to slide down, taking more of me into her mouth, inch by inch. I watch as my cock disappears between her lips. She was always good at this, always enthusiastic, but this, this is different. She's confident in a way she wasn't before.
"Jesus Christ, Sierra." My hand moves to her hair, not pushing, just needing to touch her, to ground myself. "That's… Fuck, that's so good."
She hums around my cock, the vibration traveling straight through me, and takes me deeper. I'm not small, but she takes me easily, relaxing her throat, letting me slide in until her nose is nearly pressed against my pelvis.
The sight is obscene and perfect. Sierra, her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes watering slightly from the fullness of it, looking up at me like this is exactly where she wants to be.
She pulls back, dragging her lips up my length, then slides down again, establishing a rhythm that has my toes curling and my breath coming in harsh pants. Her hand comes up to grip the base of what won't fit in her mouth, stroking in time with the movement of her lips.
"You're fucking amazing at this," I manage, my voice strained. "Always were, but this… Christ, Sierra."
She pulls off with a wet sound, her hand still working my shaft. "I had a lot of time to think about what I'd do to you if I ever got the chance again," she says, her voice husky. Saliva glistens at the corners of her mouth, her lips swollen and red, and the sight makes my cock throb in her grip.
Then she's back on me, taking me deep, and this time her other hand moves lower, cupping my balls, rolling them gently in her palm. The dual sensation—her hot mouth on my cock, her fingers on my balls—has me fighting not to come right there.
"Fuck, Sierra, I'm not going to last," I warn her, my hips starting to move despite my attempts to stay still. "You're too good at this, and it's been too long."
She doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes me deeper, her throat working around the head of my cock, swallowing around me.
I can see the effort it takes, see her eyes water as she gags slightly, but she doesn't stop.
She keeps going, keeps sucking, keeps fondling my balls while her other hand strokes what her mouth can't reach.
The image is seared into my brain. Sierra with my cock buried in her throat, saliva trickling down the corners of her mouth, mixing with the pre-cum that's leaking steadily now. Her eyes are wide open, locked on mine, watching my reaction as she deep-throats me like she was made for it.
"Sierra—" Her name comes out like a prayer and a curse. "Baby, I'm going to—fuck—"
She pulls off with a loud pop, my cock slipping from her lips slick and shining with her saliva. She's breathing hard, her chest heaving, and she looks absolutely gorgeous, wrecked and wanting.
"I want to ride you," she says, her voice rough from having my cock down her throat. "Want to feel you inside me. Want you to watch me come on your cock."
Every coherent thought I have evaporates at those words. All I can do is nod, reaching for her, pulling her up my body until she's straddling my hips, her panties still on and soaked through, hot against my cock.
"I need you," I rasp, my hands gripping her hips. "Need to be inside you."
"Then let's not waste any more time," Sierra says, and reaches down to push her panties aside.