I traced over his abs with my fingers, teasing us both as I sought out the top of his jeans. I couldn’t stop kissing his chest, tracing my tongue over his pecs as I unfastened his belt. My teeth nipped at his firm skin, my tongue tracing over the ink just under his collarbone.
“Fuck,” he groaned when I touched him through his jeans. “You’re not making this easy, doll.”
I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper before pushing my hand inside. It was like velvet covered steel, so hard yet so smoothly soft. My pussy quivered at just the thought of taking him inside my body.
Licking my lips, I lifted my head to meet his gaze. “Why do you call me doll?” I murmured. I loved when he called me that, but I was curious as to why he’d picked doll and not just baby or some other cutesy endearment.
Kale’s gaze skimmed over my face and down my body. “You look like a beautiful, little doll to me.” He cupped my face in both hands. “My own personal little doll” —he lowered his head and pressed his lips against the shell of my left ear— “that I can do sweet, naughty things to.”
My hand contracted around his shaft, and every muscle in my body shuddered with need. My panties were now soaking wet, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Feeling my reaction to his words, all his control seemed to shatter and fall around our feet. With a groan that was almost a growl, he wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me off my feet.
I kicked my heels off and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered his hands to my ass, squeezing each globe as he walked through the apartment to his bedroom.
I buried my face in his neck, tracing a path from his ear to his shoulder with my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of his skin. I was lost in savoring it on my tongue when he suddenly stopped walking and laid me down on his bed.
I had barely landed before he was pressing my thighs apart, already working my dress up over my hips and exposing my black lace thong to his eyes.
His nostrils flared as he took in the sight of the dampness the small piece of underwear couldn’t hide. “You are too damn beautiful, Santana,” he groaned out, lowering himself over me before he brushed his lips over mine in a deep kiss. “You have me shaking like a fucking boy right now, doll. How am I supposed to be good when you look this delicious, huh?”
Even with my blood feeling like it was a thousand degrees, I found myself smiling. “Babe, it’s cute that you’ve been good. But you got me now.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his head closer. “It’s time to be a little bad. Okay?”
Those mostly green eyes turned darker. “That’s the first time you called me babe.”
“Well, I’m not going to call you doll,” I told him with a sassy smirk, making him chuckle. “You are definitely not a pretty little doll, Kale Conway.”
He had been busy tugging my dress up farther, but now he paused and gave me a stern frown. “Beautiful, little doll, Santana. You are my beautiful, little doll.”
A thrill shot through me that had nothing to do with his questing hands as they pulled my dress up to my breasts.
“Same difference,” I muttered in a breathless voice.
“Big difference,” he countered as he cupped my left breast, squeezing it possessively. “Tell me what you are,” he commanded. “Tell me that you’re my beautiful, little doll.”
I thought it would be impossible to get more wet than I already was—than I had ever been in my entire fucking life—but that was exactly what happened. My delicious drummer had been so sweet the last few days, but having him boss me around right then had my pussy practically gushing for him.
“I-I’m your little doll,” I told him as I lifted my hips to rub myself against his hardness.
His hand stopped mid-squeeze. “No.” That sternness was back, and it was sexy as fuck. “Tell me.” He twisted his hips, grinding his erection against my wet softness.
I was practically panting now. “I … I’m your … beautiful, little … doll.” The last word came out as a moan as he pressed down hard right over my clit through his jeans.
“That’s right,” he growled, sucking my earlobe between his teeth, his lip ring pressing against the small diamond earring I had put in earlier. “Don’t ever forget that, Santana.”
Right then, I wasn’t liable to remember anything, because he was doing something to my ear with his tongue that made it impossible to remember my own damn name, let alone anything else. I could only moan and beg him for more.
Within seconds, he had me naked.
The last time I’d had sex, I had felt exposed being this bare to a man’s eyes. Right then, with Kale’s eyes eating up the sight of me like a man having his first meal in years, I only felt sexy and beautiful.
I arched my back a little, showing off my breasts to his hungry eyes. He muttered an inaudible curse under his breath then started pulling off his own clothes.
I watched, loving every inch he bared to me.
Grabbing something out of his back pocket, he tossed it on the bed before throwing his jeans across the room. I barely had enough sense to realize it was a condom before he was turning my already burning body into his own personal furnace.
His lips were everywhere, so were his hands, touching, squeezing, caressing. He wasn’t happy unless he was drawing a whimper from my lips. I was so lost in the pleasure he was pouring from me that I couldn’t take my time to explore his body like I wanted to. Then his mouth covered my pussy and everything else suddenly didn’t matter.
He flicked his tongue across my clit, his lip ring grazing the sensitive and swollen tissue that begged for his dick. My toes curled in the covers, and I screamed his name when, with only a few flicks of his talented tongue, I went flying over the edge into the pleasure-filled bliss of the most intense orgasm of my fucking life.
It felt like it took forever to come down off the high, but was probably only a matter of minutes.
When I could open my eyes and actually focus on the world around me, it was to find Kale on his knees between my legs. He just sat there, watching me, while his dick bobbed up and down, demanding attention.
“You are so amazing, doll.” He took my hands, cupping them around his straining cock.
The tip was smothered in his clear arousal, and the tip continued to leak more as I stroked him. Before I could explore him like I really wanted to, he was pulling away.
“I can’t take much more of that, or I’m gonna come all over you.” He rolled onto his back then handed me the condom packet. “Put this one for me. My hands are shaking too much, and I’m liable to hurt myself,” he said with a half-grin.
Mine were shaking just as badly, but somehow, I got the condom out and rolled it carefully over his length. As soon as it was in place, he grabbed my hips and lifted me over him. With one hand on my waist and the other fisting his dick, he guided the tip inside. It felt so good, and I was greedy for another orgasm.
He had barely put an inch in, and I couldn’t take any more teasing, so I pushed down hard, taking all of him at once until I was seated on his thighs, his balls pressed against my ass.
Kale’s fingers bit into my waist, his head thrown back in a silent roar as he savored being so deeply inside me. It had been a long time for me, and my walls were still sensitive from my first orgasm. They contracted around him, making him groan and suck in a harsh breath.
“This …” He gritted his teeth, swallowing hard before trying again. “This is so fucking good, doll. I’ve never felt anything so good.”
For a split second, I wondered how many times he had been inside another girl like this, filling her up and making her want to come all over him. Jealousy ate at me, twisting something deep inside my chest and making it ache in an empty sort of way. I knew I wasn’t his first. Hell, he wasn’t my first, either, but suddenly, I wanted to be his last. I wanted him to be my last, too.
I must have tensed up as those thoughts flooded through my head, because he cupped my face in one hand. “You
okay?” he gritted out, at the end of his rope for patience and will power, yet somehow still able to stop and make sure I was okay.
My heart twisted again, this time with an entirely different feeling that I couldn’t even begin to explain or put a name to.
I smiled and lowered my head to kiss his lips, long and deeply. “Just enjoying this,” I told him as I sat up straight.
He grabbed my ass with both his hands, squeezing hard. “Me, too, doll. Me, fucking too.” He lifted my ass, then slammed up into me so hard I saw stars for a second. “God, that’s good. So damn good.” He tossed his head back against the pillow, his face tense as he tried to hold on.
Putting my hands behind me on his thighs to steady myself, I rode him. Taking him deep, holding him there for only half a breath and then lifting all the way up until only the tip was still inside me. I rode him hard and fast until I wasn’t sure if I was even breathing any more. The air in my lungs burned, sweat was beading all over my body, and my heart raced so hard it felt like it might explode at any minute. All I could think about was getting off all over his dick.
Kale flipped me over so fast I didn’t understand what was going on. I only knew he wasn’t inside my body for two full seconds and that was too long to be without him.
I was on my back, looking up at him as he pressed into me. I whimpered his name as he filled me to the hilt once more, my legs locking around his waist, forcing him to stay inside.
“Santana,” he bit out my name. “Fuck, you feel so good. So wet and tight for me. I never want to leave this sweet, little pussy. Never.”
The way he was talking to me only drove me higher.
He reached under me, lifting me up by my hips so that the only part of my body still on the bed was my shoulders. At this angle, he could go deeper, the tip of his dick touching something that had never been touched before. With only a few hard pumps of his hips, I was screaming his name and falling through the clouds of another amazing orgasm.
Two. He had just given me two orgasms. I had only had that happen when I’d made myself come.
I was so caught up in the thrill of coming twice for him that a third release snuck up on me, making my entire body shake so hard he stopped mid-stroke to watch me. It lasted for nearly a full minute before my muscles calmed down, and then Kale was thrusting again, taking me toward number four.
He was thrusting so hard into me I thought he was going to split me in half. All I could do was lie there, wallowing in the pleasure he was killing me with. I was so close to number four—so damn close—but at the same time, it felt like it was so far out of reach.
Kale fell forward, his fists on either side of my head. He brushed a butterfly soft kiss over my lips. The sweet little caress of his lips on mine contrasting with the powerful thrusts of his hips had my heart stopping.
Then Kale lowered his head until his lips were right beside my ear. “Come for me, doll. Let me feel yours so I can give you mine.” One more hard thrust followed his hoarse plea, and then he kept himself there, so deep, touching that secret place he had discovered.
I came harder than any of the previous times. So hard I was sure my spine was going to snap. I clutched his back, holding on to him in a desperate attempt to hold on to reality as invisible hands tried to carry me away. My nails sliced into his back, but I was mindless to the pain I was inflicting.
“Fucking hell, doll!” he roared as he started to come for me. “Santana … God.”
“Kale,” I whimpered. I wasn’t coming down as quickly as I had the first three times, and I was suddenly terrified of how intense I was feeling. Tears blurred my vision, and I buried my face in his sweat covered chest. “Kale …”
“I got you,” he promised close to my ear, his voice coming out in a hoarse croak while his body continued to tremble above me. “I got you, my beautiful, little doll.”
THIRTEEN
Kale
I didn’t know if I was alive or dead. I was still breathing, and my heart was still beating erratically, practically pounding its way out of my chest. However, the rest of my body was only just now starting to get feeling back in it.
Every part except my dick.
That was still deep inside Santana who was languid beneath my weight. She skimmed her fingers up and down my back, but her breathing and heartbeat were just as crazy as my own.
I slowly lifted my head until I could see her face. Her makeup was slightly smeared under her eyes, and her hair was slightly damp with sweat, but fuck, she had never looked more beautiful to my eyes.
“We’re still alive … right?” I asked her with a grin.
She snickered. “Yeah, babe. Pretty sure we didn’t check out. Although, for a few minutes there, I was pretty sure you were going to kill me with that anaconda of yours.”
Concern for her filled me. “Fuck, doll. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
She reached out, touching my jaw, her fingers combing through my short beard before tugging lightly. “I feel amazing right now. You were amazing. I’ve never …” She grimaced. “Never, ever felt that good with another lover.”
Something deep in my chest suddenly felt like it had been ripped open, releasing some caged beast I had never known existed inside me until right that moment. I didn’t know who her past lovers were, but I wanted to slit their fucking throats. They had seen my doll, touched her, pleasured her. They had to die.
I couldn’t stand the thought of them having experienced what I’d just shared with her. I fucking hated that they got even a small taste of that kind of paradise with her.
Feeling oddly lost and wanting only to savor the afterglow of the best sex of my entire damn life, I pushed myself up. “Let’s take a shower.”
“Yeah, give me a few more minutes. I’m a little jelly-legged right now.”
Feeling smug was ten times better than the way I was feeling only a moment before. Grinning, I pulled away from her, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her pretty pussy. My eyes ate up the sight of her pink flesh releasing my dick from her tight, little body, and then it hardened all over again.
She had lifted her head to watch me pull us apart, too, and when she saw how easily I reacted to the sight of us, I heard her breath catch. Then I watched as her tongue snuck out of her kiss swollen mouth, brushing over her bottom lip and begging me to kiss her until those lips were raw. I was leaving on Sunday, and I wanted to be imprinted on every part of her body before then.
“Kale,” she breathed, brushing her fingers across my dick that was still encased in the condom and her sweet cream. “Please?”
I had just left her pussy, but I didn’t even hesitate to dive back in.
She sank her nails into my back as I thrust into her hard and deep. Then I gave her a moment to adjust to me invading her tender flesh again so soon, but within seconds, my body was taking over and I was fucking her hard.
“Yes,” she cried in my ear as I rocked into her again and again. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
I thrust harder, making her moan in ecstasy. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Again. Please, Kale. Again.”
Fuck. The way she said my name like that had my balls tightening, but I gave her what she wanted. I dived in again, pulled back until only the tip was breaching that soaked pussy, and then thrust deep. Her walls contracted around my shaft, sucking me deeper and trying to trap me inside. I would have gladly stayed there for the rest of my damn life, but she begged for more.
I gave her everything she asked for. I probably bruised her deep inside, but she didn’t care. And all I could think about as I pushed her over the edge with yet another release was that I was going to wipe out the memory of every other bastard who had ever touched her.
***
We woke up late the next morning, had a quick breakfast, and then I rushed us out the door before I was tempted to carry her back to bed and keep her there until I had to leave on Sunday. She had work, though, and I couldn’t keep her
from that.
I drove her home and went upstairs with her so she could grab her gear and a few clothes. She was staying with me until I went on tour, and during that time, I was going to try to convince her to either stay at my apartment while I was gone or with Jenna. Hell, even Angie and Kin were okay with me as long as Santana wasn’t under the same roof with a man who I didn’t trust.
She unlocked her door and stepped in without hesitation. Apparently, Wade was gone. She must have not seen his car in the parking lot, so he was probably at work today. Good. That would give me and Gray time to go over to The Way and have a little chat with that fucker before she finished work today.
Tossing her heels aside as she led me into the apartment, she stepped up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “Make yourself comfortable. Sage doesn’t get out of bed before noon most days. I just have to change and grab my stuff, and then we can go.”
I pulled her in close before she could step back. Giving her a real kiss, I waited until she melted against me before lifting my head.
“Take your time, doll.”
With a little sigh that had me thinking about taking her back to my place and locking the doors after all, she hurried toward her room.
“Be right back.”
While she was busy, I made her some coffee in the kitchen. After finding a travel mug, I fixed her a cup the way I had seen her make it at my place. After raiding her pantry, I found a few granola bars. My girl needed to keep up her energy if we were going to have another night like we had the night before. Neither of us had gotten much sleep, and if I had anything to say about it, we wouldn’t be getting much that night or any night from then to Sunday.
By the time Santana came out with her camera gear slung over one arm and an overnight bag in her hands, I had her a small lunch packed to go with the coffee and granola.
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