Chapter 8
Six fucking years. That’s how long I’d been holding back. Six years of watching Stormie move through my life like she belonged there. Six years of pretending I didn’t notice the way her body curved, the way she smelled, the way her laugh made something tighten in my chest.
Six years of keeping my hands to myself when all I wanted was to touch her. I was done pretending, though. Done acting like I didn’t want her so bad, it was making me lose my fucking mind.
Her shoulder was warm under my hand, and I could see the way her chest was rising and falling, faster now.
It was like she was waiting for me to do something.
Like she needed me, so I did. I slid my hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck, my fingers threading through her hair, and I pulled her toward me.
“Kade…” she started, but I cut her off.
“Six years,” I said, my voice low. “Six years I’ve been watching you watch me. You think I don’t see the way you look at a nigga?” Her eyes went wide, her lips parting, and I could see her trying to find words. “You knew,” I said. “You just didn’t wanna admit it.”
“I–”
“Tell me I’m wrong.” Storm just stared at me with her breathing shallow, and her body tense. “That’s what I thought,” I said, kissing her.
She made a sound–something between a gasp and a moan–and her hands came up to grip my shoulders. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, and she opened for me like she needed it as bad as I did.
I pulled back just enough to look at her, my hand still in her hair. “Tell me you want this.”
“Yes,” she breathed, Remy on her breath.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Kade. God, yes, I want you.”
I smiled and pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling me, and she let out a little gasp as she settled against me. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her leggings, could feel how wet she was, and it took everything in me not to lose control right then.
“You feel that?” I asked, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her down harder against my dick.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“That’s what you do to me every fucking day. And nah, this ain’t the liquor talking. You understand that shit?” Storm nodded, her hands sliding up my chest, her nails digging in slightly. “Good girl.”
I grabbed the hem of the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and the sight of her hard nipples in the candlelight made me groan.
“Fuck, Storm,” I muttered. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She reached for my shirt, tugging at it, and I let her pull it off.
Then her hands were on me–my chest, my shoulders, my arms–and I could feel the heat of her touch everywhere.
I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands moving up her sides, my thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts.
She arched into me, moaning into my mouth, and I took that as permission to keep going.
I cupped her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples, and she broke the kiss to gasp my name. “Kade…”
“You like that?” I asked, my voice rough.
“Yesss…” she moaned.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want…” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing.
“Say it,” I commanded.
“I want you,” she whispered. “I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
That was all I needed. I lay her back on the couch, settling between her thighs, and I could feel her trembling beneath me. I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, taking my time. I wanted to savor this shit.
When I took her nipple into my mouth, she cried out, her hands flying to the back of my head. “Oh my God,” she gasped. I sucked harder, my tongue circling, and she arched off the couch, her body pressing against mine. “Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and she was squirming beneath me now, her breathing ragged.
“Kade, please…”
“Please, what?” I asked, kissing down her stomach.
“I need you,” she gasped. “Please.”
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down, along with her panties, in one smooth motion. She lifted her hips to help, and then she was completely naked beneath me, and I had to take a second just to look at her.
“Goddamn,” I muttered, dick hard as fuck. “You’re really perfect.” I settled between her thighs, my hands gripping her hips. I didn’t make her wait any longer. I buried my face in her pussy, and she cried out so loud I was sure the storm outside couldn’t drown it out.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands flying to my hair. “Oh my God, Kadeeee!”
I worked her clit with my tongue, slow and deliberate at first, learning what made her moan, what made her hips buck against my mouth. And when I found the rhythm that had her gasping my name over and over, I didn’t let up.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I muttered against her.
“You know that?” She moaned in response, her thighs trembling.
“That’s right. Let me hear you,” I commanded.
I slid two fingers inside her pussy, and she cried out, her back arching off the couch.
She was so wet, so ready, and the feel of her clenching around my fingers made me groan.
“Fuck, this pussy feels so good,” I said. “You gon’ cum for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, please…”
“Let that shit go.”
I curled my fingers, finding that spot inside her, and I didn’t let up with my tongue. She was about to cum. I could feel it in the way her body was tensing, the way her breathing was coming faster. “Kade, I’m…” she started, but she couldn’t finish.
“I know,” I said. “Cum for me, Storm.”
And she did. She came hard as fuck, her body shaking, my name falling from her lips over and over.
I kept going, drawing out her orgasm, making it last, until she was gasping, trembling, and pushing me away.
When I finally pulled back, beard dripping pussy juices, Storm was breathing hard, her eyes half-closed.
“You good?” I asked, kissing up her body.
She nodded, unable to speak. I smiled, stood up, and stripped off my joggers and boxers. When she saw my dick, her eyes grew wide. “Kade…”
“You can take it,” I said, settling back between her thighs. I positioned my dick at her pussy entrance, and I looked down at her, my hand cupping her face. “Look at me.”
She did, her eyes locking on mine. I pushed inside her gushy pussy slowly, inch by inch, and she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“Fuck,” we moaned in unison, her nails digging into my skin. “You aight?” I asked, holding still.
“Yeah,” Stormie gasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I started to move, slow at first, letting her adjust to my size. But she was so tight, so wet, and the feel of her wrapped around my dick was driving me insane. “Faster,” she moaned.
“I gotchu.” I didn’t hold back after that. I gripped her hips and drove into her, hard and deep, and she cried out, her back arching off the couch. “That’s it,” I groaned. “Take it. Take all of me.”
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God, Kade!”
“Mmm. You feel how deep I am?”
“So fucking deep.”
I could feel her pussy tightening around my dick, her body tensing up beneath me as she got closer. “You gon’ cum with me, Storm?” I asked, plunging deeper, sucking on her bottom lip.
Her pussy squeezed my dick beautifully, her whole body shaking, her nails raking down my back as she screamed my name. The feeling of her cumming pushed me right to the edge.
“Fuck, Stormie,” I groaned, my thrusts getting harder, vision going white as I came inside her.