The Golden Boy

by J Darcy

  He looked just as taken by blue cotton as he would have by black lace.

  “Fucking edible,” He continued his ramblings, before hoisting her back in his arms. She squealed and clung onto him as he raced down the hallway, his sock-clad feet slipping and sliding along the dark wood flooring of his home.

  Eventually, they made it to his bedroom, and before Kellie could even glance around his personal space, she found herself being dropped on the bed with the massive man hovering over her. Moonlight peeked in through the half-open curtains, illuminating Cade as he stood over her, his hungry eyes still admiring her skin.

  “I haven’t stopped thinking about your beautiful body since the last time I got to touch you,” He practically growled, his face dropping to kiss at her chest, “I want to lick and kiss and fuck every inch of you. Will you let me do that?”

  He asked the question with such sincerity, such reverence, that Kellie worried about combusting right then and there. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows and went to work on removing her bra, her eyes never leaving his. When the fabric dropped to the bed, she shrugged.

  “Depends what you had in mind.” His eyes lit up and he charged forward, ready to kiss her again, but she quickly pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. “But first, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

  Unlike Kellie, who was left in a pair of panties—ruined, by the way, but still on—Cade was still entirely clothed. It was unfair, but mostly frustrating. Thankfully, apparently egged on by her words, Cade was quick to rip his t-shirt over his head, followed by his dark jeans. Finally, he hovered over her, only a pair of tented black briefs standing in the way of her and a fun evening.

  She couldn’t help her eyes from darting down his deliciously toned chest to his muscular thighs. Or, more specifically, the straining fabric of a pair of black briefs. His poor cock looked ready to rip through the confines of his underwear, and Kellie simply couldn’t wait.

  Cade was handsome, and talented, while also incredibly frustrating.

  He also had a massive cock. The type of penis a red-blooded woman dreamed of or read about in a raunchy novel. She remembered it from London—as if she could ever forget about it—and now she wanted nothing more than to take another ride on it.

  Which was exactly what she planned on doing, as soon as she got her hands on it. But, as she reached for the waistband of his briefs, she was gently pushed backwards, until she landed on her back. Cade kissed her and slid warm hands down her exposed stomach until they rested on her thighs.

  “Not yet. I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you scream,” He whispered, his voice wicked in the darkness of the night, “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and my fingers until you’re crying out for my cock.”

  She certainly hoped so. It sounded like a dream come true for her aching core and overheated skin. Kellie watched with hooded eyes and he expertly slid her ruined panties down her legs, tossing the offending garment into the darkness. Once nothing stood in his way, he pushed her legs apart and continued his kisses until they met the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

  “God, look how fucking pretty.” He muttered, pressing open kisses to her thighs, “So wet and pink for me. You just can’t wait for me to fuck you, can you?” She didn’t have strength to respond, especially as one eager finger traced her soaking slit, paying extra attention to her engorged clit. “Fuck, that’s so pretty.”

  Kellie cried out as his tongue followed the same path as his finger, flicking up and down over her slit. His hands soon followed, parting her lower lips to his heated view. She couldn’t see his face, but even she could hear his shudder as she was laid completely bare for him.

  Then, it was like nirvana. His feasted on her hot flesh like a starving man, his tongue caressing and tracing every inch of her core. His ministrations only intensified when he began to suck at her clit, and eventually slid one thick finger into her. He fucked into her with just his pointer finger, his other hand holding her left leg back, his mouth continuing its expert movements.

  “Cade!” She couldn’t help but shout his name. Not when everything he was doing felt so fucking good. His lips were pillowy soft, his tongue was mercilessly fucking into her, and his thick finger alone was nearly enough to break her in two.

  Of course, it was nothing compared to the near combustion she faced when he began to fuck her with a second finger, his thick middle digit joining in for the fun. He moved both fingers with urgency, his tongue still flicking and cradling her clit with every movement. It only took another minute before she was screaming out, her bottom half practically jumping off the bed as the powerful orgasm shattered through her.

  Cade coaxed her down with hushed words as he continued to lick and finger her, his other hand calmingly rubbing up and down her hip and left leg. As the room stopped spinning, and her heartbeat slowed down, Cade seemed to stop too. His mouth moved up her body, pressing kisses along her stomach and chest until eventually, his lips met hers.

  There was something inexplicably erotic about tasting herself on his lips, and she found she had absolutely no qualms about it. She encouraged his passionate kiss, letting her own hands roam down his chest and to the waistband of his briefs, absolutely ready for what came next. With already one incredible orgasm down, she couldn’t even begin to imagine how deliciously intense one would be when she was shaking and squealing on his cock.

  His very big, very beautiful cock.

  Cade didn’t put up a fight this time. His hands joined her own to shove the black material down, until he was left deliciously bare under her hungry gaze. With the moonlight streaming through the window, painting his pale skin in a soft glow, she just knew she would never forget tonight.

  Her eyes dropped to his cock. It was just as gorgeous as she remembered. Long, thick, and angry—in some ways, it reminded her of Cade. It was practically weeping for her, precum gathering at the reddened tip. This time, she would get to taste him. Not wrapping her lips around that massive thing in London was something that still bothered her to this day.

  So, thinking of last time’s missed opportunity, she flipped to her knees and offered him a knowing smirk, before wrapping her hand around his cock. The minute her skin hit his hot flesh, he let out a soft curse, his head falling forward. Apparently, he was just as ready as she was.

  Not willing to waste any time, she gave his cock another squeeze before enveloping the tip in her mouth. She wiggled her tongue against the tip, before slowly taking him deeper into her mouth. It wasn’t an easy fit, either. She didn’t have a particularly large mouth, and with his wide girth, it wasn’t the most comfortable activity.

  But Kellie wasn’t a quitter. With the encouragement of Cade’s hands buried in her unruly hair, she took him deeper, gagging as his cock neared the back of his throat. She continued to suck on the massive flesh, her hand stimulating the part of him she simply couldn’t get into her.

  However, despite how much she enjoyed the feeling of his cock hitting the back of her throat, Cade was quick to put a stop to the activity. When she whined at the loss, watching as his cock waved back and forth, desperate for stimulation, he simply shushed her.

  “You can’t continue, beautiful,” He explained, pressing a harsh kiss to her lips to stop her whines, “I’m going to come, and I don’t want to until I get to fuck that beautiful pussy again.”

  Well, even though Kellie would have happily gotten him off with only her mouth and hands, she was also desperate to feel him inside her again. She wanted to be stretched apart by him. She wanted his thick dick to break her apart and to leave her a whimpering mess. She knew it was possible. Those memories of London had been the only thing to help her reach orgasm in the last year and a half.

  She watched, her eyes glassy, as he flipped her onto her back. She wished that she was more bothered by being manhandled, but in fact, him moving her around like a ragdoll had her positively dripping. In moments, he had her legs pushed apart, and his angry cock pressed against her
weeping entrance. The head kissed at her clit before he surged forward, his cock sinking into her wet hole.

  It was even more delicious than she remembered. She cried out as he sunk into her, each delicious inch causing her to curl her toes and fist at the sheets of his bed. As soon as he was completely buried deep, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and started to move.

  “CADE! Oh, fuck!” She choked out, her eyes wide. She was practically speechless as he fucked into her, unable to make sounds as his thick cock stretched her wide. The feeling was borderline painful, but so deliciously erotic that it quickly surpassed sleeping or petting dogs or eating chocolate as her most favorite activity.

  How could it not? His thrusts were brutal, each meeting of his hips against her own had the bed shaking in the darkness of the night. Under the stream of moonlight, he looked like a Greek God, all chiseled muscles and wild eyes, and unrelenting movements.

  She wondered how, despite her heartbreak and their busy schedules, she was able to deny herself for so long. Kellie admired her own self-control. Especially now, as she stared into his perfect chocolate eyes and felt his hard body over hers. She had no idea how she didn’t give into temptation for so long.

  “You feel so fucking good!” Cade growled into her ear, before continuing to mouth at her chest and neck with every movement, “Like your tight little body was just made for me.”

  Given the ease at which he held her hips and fucked into her, she was starting to believe him. His cock stretched her so perfectly, his thumb rubbed at her clit so expertly, and his lips captured hers so passionately that it was almost impossible to deny the electronic chemistry they had.

  “Made for you!” Kellie choked out, her eyes practically rolling backwards into her head as he increased his pace, “Just fucking made for you!”

  Her words did something for him. She could feel his hands tightening on her hips, and the way his thumb twisted and flicked at the engorged nub between her legs. His thrusts continued their relentless pace as his lips met hers.

  “Come for me again, Kel,” He practically whispered against her lips between kisses, “I need to feel that perfect pussy coming for me.”

  Kellie knew it was a combination of his massive cock pistoling inside of her, and the expert movement of his thumb on her clit, but she swore it was his words. Such dirty talk, and the perfect way he said Kel just had her absolutely destroyed. She fell apart with a scream, her body shaking as her walls tightened around his cock.

  As she shook in pleasure, whimpers escaping her lips, she felt as his cock lurched inside her. Her inner walls continued to milk him, and by the sound of his own cry, she knew he was a goner. Within moments, she could feel the warm wetness inside her, his massive body shaking above her. He kissed her with soft lips, his muscular arms holding her hostage beneath his form.

  When she was done shaking, and he seemed to come to, he dropped beside her and quickly pulled her into his arms. His chocolate eyes met her own exhausted gaze. Cade looked satiated—relaxed even, that was for sure—but she couldn’t piece together anything else. There was an undercurrent to his look that had her stomach flipping and her mind going back to the previous evening, when a much drunken, much sleepier Cade had uttered words that scared the shit out of her.

  Cade pressed a soft kiss to her head and held her close, using a free arm to bring the blankets over their naked forms. “You’re incredible, Kellie.” He mumbled, his face still pressed into her hair, “So fucking incredible.”

  She didn’t know what to say. Certain petrifyingly scary emotions were running through her heart and her brain, and it left her in a state of shock. Thankfully, his words apparently didn’t need a response, because in moments she could hear his very familiar, very soft snores.

  Even a seemingly perfect specimen of man like Cade Campbell seemed to fall asleep the minute they were done fucking.

  Kellie took a deep breath and allowed herself to settle in his arms, enjoying how warm and safe she felt in his hold. But with one glance at his sleeping face, she suddenly understood exactly where Cade was coming from the last time they slept together. For the first time, she understood why he left.

  I was scared and nervous and freaking out about what came next.

  She was starting to feel sick. Her heart was beating far to fast for its own good, and it had nothing to do with a post-orgasm high. Instead, all she could think about was what disaster came next.

  Sure, Cade had been vocal about being attracted to her, but that was it. She couldn’t stomach the thought of just something casual with the man, particularly after their evening had solidified her deep feelings for him.

  She loved him and it was equally as scary as it was exciting.

  Especially when she had no idea how he truly felt. She refused to give any credence to his drunk words, instead thinking about his previous bouts of uncertainty. It had taken him nearly a year and a half to vocalize his desire for them to be friends, even before admitting that maybe he had been jealous of TJ.

  Whatever they would become, she couldn’t bear to wake up and discuss it over a bowl of cereal. Not after their night of passion. Rejection would be too much for her, dressed in one of his massive t-shirts and munching away on Frosted Flakes.

  Kellie gently moved his arm and slid out of bed, quietly collecting her clothes. She knew they needed to talk, and she would be ready for whatever the outcome of said talk would be. Meaning, if he broke her heart, she’d have plenty of wine and ice cream at her own place. If things worked out how she wanted, then they could easy jump back into bed.

  But she had to prepare for the worst, and doing so meant being in her own home, not in a post-orgasmic bliss. Once her dress was back on, she took one more glance at the sleeping man and swallowed. She loved him, which was why she had to leave.

  She was scared and nervous and freaking out about what came next.

  So, with a panicky breath, she disappeared.

  Chapter 13

  Waking up the following morning was akin to Cade’s favorite Christmas memories. His bed was warm, and the air smelled like vanilla and sweetness and everything right in the world. Soft sunlight from the Sunday morning flooded his bedroom, painting everything in light. His limbs felt lighter, his head felt clearer, and for a brief few moments before he looked away from the grey pillow his face was buried in, everything felt right.

  There was no stress eating at his stomach, and no worry dampening his mood. All he could think about was silky skin, bright green eyes, and a chorus of musical moans that already had his cock hardening beneath the blanket. His memories of the night before were moments he would treasure forever.

  Not to mention, hopefully the start of something new, and beautiful, and most of all, permanent.

  Those dreams quickly died when he shifted his body, removing his face from the security of his pillow. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light streaming into the room, expecting to see Kellie sprawled across his sheets. Maybe she would still be sleeping, snoring softly into his other pillow. Maybe she would be awake, just smiling at him and waiting for round two.

  Instead, the either side of the bed was empty.

  Cade jumped to his feet, his stomach filling with knots. “Kel?” He called out, stumbling towards his ensuite. One glance into the dark room confirmed her absence and had him rushing to the kitchen. Surely, she was making coffee, or taking a phone call, or watching the morning news.

  He stopped in his tracks when his main living space came into view. She wasn’t in his kitchen, feasting on a bowl of cereal. She wasn’t sprawled across one of his couches, flipping through the television offerings. She wasn’t laying on his dining table, her legs open in willing invitation. With a shaky breath, he moved to the front door, knowing one peek would stop this charade.

  One glance to his driveaway, to look for her car, would tell him if she had left. He took a few calming breaths before opening the door. At the sight of his car, and his car alone, his stomach dropped. He
slammed the door shut and stumbled to his bedroom, his mind in a daze.

  He had terrible morning breath, a throbbing headache, and he was still as nude as the day he was born. But he couldn’t give two fucks. Not when Kellie left him like a cruel repeat of his own mistake, so many months before. What was this about? Weren’t they passed these games? He thought he made himself pretty clear.

  He admitted that he was jealous. He told her he liked her. He said he wanted to be the man to make her laugh and smile. Hell, he had kissed her—not once, but twice! What else could he do or say to make his feelings known?

  He collapsed onto the messy sheets of his bed, his heart in his throat. He desperately wanted to go back to the previous evening, if only just to hold her for a little bit longer. He fell asleep so quickly that he hadn’t been able to luxuriate in the feeling of holding her in his arms, just skin on skin. He wished he had another opportunity to bury his face in her hair, smelling strawberries and just Kellie.

  Now he was alone, and he most definitely fucking deserved it. Had he pushed her too hard? Did she think he only cared about the sex? He ran a hand through his hair, thinking through every conversation shared between them. She had to understand the depth of his feelings for her…

  Right?

  He cursed. Maybe he did bungle this. The last thing he needed was for Kellie, the woman he loved, to think he only wanted her in a physical sense. He certainly wanted to hold her tight and fuck her senseless every free moment of the day, but that wasn’t it. He wanted so much more from her.

  The forever and always, white picket fence and long walks on the beach kind of future. He wanted to kiss her goodnight every evening and wake up beside her every morning. He wanted to hold her hand at award shows and be the first person to greet her backstage whenever she finished a performance.