by Dani René
He can’t see into the water, but he doesn’t need to look to find my heat. His fingers slip along the slick flesh, stimulating me with strokes until he finally dips a finger into me.
It doesn’t take him long to suddenly still all movement, and I realize he’s waiting for me to say something. Perhaps for me to stop him if I wanted to.
He opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head and kiss him. I don’t want him to speak, not just yet. I want to enjoy this for a second before he asks me the question dancing in his eyes.
I don’t know how long my mouth is fused with his, but when I finally break the contact, I smile. “I’ve waited.”
“You’re mine,” he asserts. There’s no doubt in his mind I am most definitely his. And when he takes this private part of me, then I will be only his.
“It’s scary.” My whisper is raspy, and I can tell he knows what I mean without having to say it.
Slowly, Kayden nods. “I’ll be gentle. But here is not the place to do it.” He helps me from the tub, handing me a soft, fluffy towel, and he leads me to his bedroom. The one place I know he said he’s never brought any woman before.
“In here?”
“Of course,” he affirms. “Lie back.” I move quickly, the softness of the comforter against my cool skin making me shiver. Kayden heads to the fireplace built into the dark wall beneath the television in his bedroom and flicks it on.
Moments later, the warmth that bathes the bedroom cocoons me as Kayden grabs a condom from his attached bathroom and sets it on the nightstand. He shoves his boxer briefs off and slides up the bed beside me. His hands snake along my thighs, and instinctively, I shut my legs, trapping his hand inches from my core.
“We don’t have to do this,” he stresses.
“I want to. I meant what I said, Kayden, I want you.” I’m not doing this for him or for anyone else. There’s no peer pressure like there was in high school or college. This is my choice. I’m old enough to know I’m ready.
“Okay.” He moves once more, this time nestling between my thighs, and my breath catches in my throat when I feel the tip of him at my entrance. But he doesn’t push inside. His mouth teases his way down, all the way until he hits my belly button.
The warmth and wetness of his kisses make me shiver. And when he reaches my apex, he pushes my thighs open, splaying me to his heated gaze. Warmth blooms on my cheeks, making him smile when he looks up at me from down below.
“You can tell me to stop at any time,” he informs me before swiping his tongue along my heat, causing a keen to echo around us. Kayden’s mouth hovers over before he opens me with his fingers and dips his tongue into me, licking and teasing.
My thighs shake, my fingers tangling in Kayden’s hair, tugging him closer as my legs tighten around his head. He doesn’t stop, his mouth devouring me, his tongue lashing me as my toes curl into the sheets.
“Kayden!” I cry when he dips two fingers into me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, biting down gently on my hardened nub, sending me flying over the edge. My body arches off the bed as I whimper again and again, chanting his name as sparks fly through me, and fireworks light up my eyelids.
I can’t stop trembling as Kayden slides up my body, planting soft kisses over my stomach, my chest, and on my neck as he suckles the flesh into his mouth.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Kayden.” His name is a whimper on my lips, and my hands tangle around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. “I want more.”
He laughs, his chest vibrating against mine. “Insatiable girl,” he whispers before stealing my mouth with his. I taste myself on his tongue, tangling mine with his.
Kayden pushes up onto his elbows and reaches for the condom. I’m in awe as he kneels back and tears the wrapper open. I’ve never actually seen someone do this, but watching him roll the condom onto his cock is the most erotic thing I’ve seen. He grips himself, stroking from root to tip.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his gaze locking on mine.
I nod slowly, tentatively. “I’m ready.”
He leans over me, and I feel him nudge my entrance, the tip sliding in, my wetness welcoming him inside. When he reaches the barrier, Kayden stops, stilling as he watches me.
“Breathe, speedy,” he coos. Suddenly, his hips push forward, and pain sears me, spreading through my body like white-hot lightning striking. “That’s my girl. Breathe.”
“Fuck,” I bite out as he moves deeper, his body opening mine, stretching me to the hilt. Once he seats himself fully, he stops moving. His hands hold my face, cupping my cheeks as he presses soft kisses to my lips.
“You’ve taken me, baby,” he soothes with a smile on his face. “You’re mine now.” The affirmation clear and concise, and there’s no debate.
“Move, Kayden. Please,” I beg, needing him to do it, to take me and make me his. Affection burns in his gaze as he pulls out and slides back in. The moment he thrusts again, more pain sears me, and I shut my eyes, needing to focus on the feel of him rather than the ache swirling low in my stomach.
Kayden continues pulling out slow and driving back in. His cock thickens, hips molding to mine with every movement as he lays claim to my body and mind. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him in deeper.
After a long moment of biting my lip to keep from whimpering from the pain, it dissipates, and Kayden reaches for my clit, circling it with his thumb. Pleasure shoots through me along with the lingering ache between my legs.
I haven’t ever felt so full. My back arches from the mattress when Kayden’s mouth envelops my nipple, tugging it between his teeth while he continues to toy with the bundle of nerves between my thighs.
“Look at me, speedy,” he commands in a low growl, and my eyes snap open to meet those ocean eyes. “I want you to come for me, baby,” he rasps as he pulls out and slams back in. His hips moving faster and faster with every thrust, and I feel like I’m about to fly over the edge of a cliff.
Kayden’s mouth is on mine as I scream out when my body pulses around his. He doesn’t relent, instead continuing to fuck me into the mattress. My body merely a rag doll for him to use for his pleasure as mine sends trembles through every inch of me.
Seconds later, Kayden looks up, locking his gaze on mine before he pulls out of me, causing me to wince, and my gaze widens when he pulls the condom from his cock and jerks himself all over me.
The stickiness hits my stomach and mound as he paints me with his release. “Mine.” The word is a growl of possessiveness as Kayden smirks, his hand reaching for my body, and he gently rubs his arousal into the smooth skin he’s just marked.
18
Kayden
It’s been a few days since I felt her around me, and I can’t stop thinking about it. About how she felt. We haven’t had a chance to spend time together since the week has brought a lot of meetings, along with discussions with the board I needed to deal with. But now, as I walk into the building, making my way to the track, I smile because I can hear the engines rumbling, and the smell of gasoline is everywhere.
Text messages don’t do Haelee justice. The moment I see her standing at one of the cars, talking to a mechanic, I stop for a moment to take in the tight pants she’s wearing that accentuate her beautiful ass.
Her hair hangs in long waves down her back, and her long-sleeved top does nothing to hide her curves. I make my way over to see what they’re doing, and I’m filled with pride when I hear her talking shop with the mechanic.
She knows her stuff. Her dad was amazing to teach her about cars, giving her a gift that will always ensure she can handle shit like this on her own. She doesn’t need me, and at times, that’s what scares me.
But then she turns to look at me, and I realize even though she may not need me, she wants me. She has feelings, just like mine.
“Hi,” she greets, springing toward me and wrapping her arms around my neck. It seems everyone knows about us because our show of
affection is met with whoops and cheers.
“I missed you, speedy,” I tell her honestly.
She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I missed you more.” Her lips mold to mine, and once again, the guys cheer us on with laughs and shouts of approval.
“Are you ready to head out?” I ask her. It’s almost five, and I’m hungry—for both dinner and my girl. The plan was to go to a restaurant, but right now, all I can think about is getting her back to my place so we can enjoy each other again.
“See you later, guys.” She waves at the team, and we’re out. In the car, I turn on the engine and glance over at her. A smile graces her lips, and I’m so tempted to steal another kiss, but that can wait until we get to my apartment.
“Did you have a good day?”
“Yeah, I miss being at the track, but with this being my final year of school, I need to focus,” Haelee informs me, and I realize she’s right. That means she’ll be busy with her studies, and we may have less time together.
“I have to be honest. I missed you today,” I confess.
“Are you being cheesy, Mr. Mercer?” Haelee teases. “Because I like that side of you.” The happiness emanating from her makes my chest fill with affection. I never want to see her cry.
“There’s a lot more where that came from, and I have it waiting at home.” My tone is filled with warning, and she playfully snakes her hand over my crotch, earning her a growl of approval.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to have to take care of it for me,” I remark. Casting a quick glance at Haelee, I note the pink on her cheeks. She doesn’t move her hand. Instead, she slowly teases by stroking my hardening cock through my sweatpants.
“Someone missed me,” she taunts, and I have to grit my teeth and grip the steering wheel to keep my focus.
“Haelee.” Her name is a warning on my lips, and a soft laugh falls from her mouth. It doesn’t take me long to get to the apartment block and quickly pull into the lot. Once the engine is off, I lean over and grab her face. “Naughty, naughty girl,” I accuse her. I kick the lever under the seat, pushing it back so I can pull Haelee over to straddle me. Her legs on either side, hands on my shoulders, I grin when she feels me between her legs.
“Kayden, we can’t do this here,” my girl hisses, her cheeks blooming a dark red, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Oh, speedy, we can do anything anywhere I want.” My hands trail her thighs, sliding up, up, until I reach the apex of her body. She’s warm, and I’m sure if I were to dip my fingers into those panties, she’d be wet as well.
“Kayden, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” Tipping my head to the side, I regard her for a moment before I tease my finger along her pussy, earning me a dick-jolting whimper. Long lashes flutter against her cheeks as I tease my way up and down her panties. I stop for a moment before pressing down on her mound, right where her clit is. Her body undulates as I taunt her.
“Oh, god.” Haelee whimpers as she rubs herself on my hand.
“Such a naughty girl, taking your pleasure.” The huskiness in my voice causes the tone to turn gruff as I fight my own release. Just watching her makes me ache with the need to be inside her. To feel her pulse around me.
Haelee shivers, her body shaking in my arms as I wrap her in my warmth. Her breath comes in short spurts as she leans in to hold me. “You’re a bad man.”
“I’m a good boyfriend,” I mumble in her hair. “Now, we’re going upstairs so you can come on my cock.” She moves reluctantly back into her seat as she looks at me with glassy eyes. “What?”
“You’re so demanding.” With a laugh, she quickly exits the car because she knows if I catch her, she’ll get a spank on that ass for her sassiness. I follow her seconds later, and while the elevator takes us up to my floor, I pull her in for another deep kiss, which makes her tremble in my arms.
Once we’re deposited into the hallway leading to my apartment, I lace my fingers with Haelee’s and tug her into the living room, kicking the door shut. We’re all hands and mouths. Clothes scatter in every direction as I strip her, and she strips me.
Since we had sex the first time, she’s more confident in her actions, and I love it. Every second I spend with this woman is turning my life on its head. I stop for a second when she’s in just her panties. The black lace hugs her hips and hides that pretty pussy from me. But I can’t stop salivating when I take her in.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m just me.”
“Baby,” I coo, stepping up to her. “I’ve been stuck. My life has been in a constant state of traction, tugging at me, pulling me in directions I didn’t know I wanted to be in. But since you …” My words falter because I can’t tell her what I want to. Fear holds the words from spilling.
“Since me?”
I nod. “Since you.” I steal her lips, tasting her flavor, her innocence and purity that’s a polar opposite to my shit. Our tongues dance in wild abandon, and my hands travel down to her pert ass. Gripping the fleshy globes, I pull her up against me, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist.
“I like it,” Haelee tells me.
“What?” I ask as I walk us to the bedroom, but I don’t set her on the bed. Instead, I head for the window and set her down.
“Since you,” she tells me.
“Turn your pretty little ass around,” I order, realizing what she means by those two words. It’s my way of telling her I love her, and she has read into it, just like I thought she would. I didn’t at all consider it, but my beautiful woman has.
“What now?” she questions over her shoulder, her long, curly hair teasing her apple-shaped bottom.
“Hands on the window. Push your butt toward me,” I order gruffly, and she fucking obeys, which only makes my dick harder. “Spread your legs.” Her feet inch wider, and I drop to my knees as I tug her panties down her stretched, slender legs.
Teasing my way up her thighs with my fingertips, I press a kiss to her ass before I grip the tanned cheeks and spread her open wide.
“Kayden—”
“Shh,” I silence her before teasing my tongue along her body, tasting her arousal. When my finger swirls the tight ring of muscle, Haelee tenses, but I plant more kisses on her thighs, her pussy, until she calms down, and I take my moment to inch my finger inside her.
“Kayden, please,” she pleads, and I can’t help but grin. I taunt her with my finger and my tongue, licking her tight pussy as it drips with arousal. Her flavor bursts on my tongue, and I devour her from behind. “Oh god, Kayden.” Haelee’s voice is a symphony of pleasure as she slowly rises to the peak.
When I plunge two fingers into her, along with the one in her ass, I finger-fuck her until she’s screaming. Her legs wobble and shake, and her knees are close to giving out, but I don’t relent. I send her over the edge as she chants my name, and I can’t take anymore.
I slowly slide my fingers from her body and shove my boxers down my thighs enough to get my cock out. It’s hard, weeping with need. I don’t wait before I thrust into Haelee’s tight pussy, her warmth enveloping me, sheathing me, and I realize for a second I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom.
“Shit, condom.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” Haelee whispers. “Just please don’t pull out.” Her words drop fuel on the fire that’s slowly igniting inside me, and I obey my girl. I don’t pull out.
My hips slam into her, thrusting deep, harder with every drive, and the tightness of her takes me in, every fucking inch.
“Kayden, oh, god.” Haelee’s mumbles skyrocket as I grip her hips, my fingers digging in as I mark her. I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow. I know she’ll remember every moment of this night, and that’s what I focus on as I make her come again while my cock is deep inside her.
Seconds later, I feel my release shooting down my spine, and I empty myself within her. The intimacy of the act is not lost on me. I’ve neve
r been able to lose myself in anyone before. But with Haelee, it was easy.
We don’t move. She remains in that bent-over position for long moments. And when I can finally focus again, I slip out of her. Haelee turns toward me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulls herself up to press a kiss to my lips.
“Since you.”
A grin plants itself on my lips when I respond, “Since you.” I lift her against me once more and walk us into the shower. Time to clean my girl before I dirty her up again.
19
Haelee
When I headed back to college a couple of weeks ago, I missed being at the track, but leaving Kayden in bed has been difficult as well. Even though I’m sure my mother knows we’ve taken a step further in our relationship because I’m staying over at his place most nights, she hasn’t said anything to sway me.
I pull on the jeans I chose for tonight and head into the bathroom to style my hair. My straightener sits on the counter, and I pick it up. It’s the first time I’m doing this since meeting Kayden, and I wonder what he’ll make of it. My life has been spent learning how to deal with being different, with not having sleek hair or blue eyes, but with him, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“You look gorgeous,” Mom says from the doorway as I brush and straighten. She’s seen me at my worst. When I thought the world was crashing down around me because I couldn’t style my hair like the girls at school, she was there for me when I cried because I felt so out of place.
But when I was racing, nobody was judging me. I found my happiness while I sat in a car, flying around a track while my dad sat beside me.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“You know,” she starts. “I know how you feel about him.” I stop what I’m doing to look at her. “You look at him like I used to look at your dad. Don’t be afraid of letting someone in. He’s nothing like the kids from school, and he is most certainly nothing like the boys from college.”
