by Sierra Hill
Faster than I could blink, Cade grabs the bottom of my wooden chair and scoots it next to him so our legs touch. Then he leans in to my ear, brushing the hair that’s fallen forward off my shoulder.
“Just okay, huh? We’ll see about that. I have many more talents than just basketball playing.” He skims a long finger down my neck, sending shivers scattering across my skin. Then he kisses my neck, sucking gently at the exposed flesh. The feeling is like nothing else and it lights me up like the Fourth of July night sky.
“Mmm,” I murmur, not realizing it’s me who made the sound. “Maybe you could show me those talents later.”
He lets out a growl as our waiter descends upon our table. Before he’s even able to say good evening, Cade jumps in.
“I think we’ve decided to place our order to go.”
The smell of fresh, hot pizza permeates Cade’s car with the most tantalizing aroma, but neither of us really care at the moment. We’re sitting in his parked car in front of his apartment and the minute he turns off the engine, our hands and mouths are everywhere.
It’s possible that I’m just really horny because it’s been well over a year since I’ve messed around with a guy. Or, it could be that Cade is just irresistibly sexy and he makes me want to do very wicked things to him.
Cade’s hand slips under my T-shirt and his thumb flicks over my sensitive nipple, covered by my lace bra. With that one simple touch I’m just about gone. Geez, the moan that comes out of my mouth would make a whore at a church on Sunday blush with embarrassment. Or maybe it was the sound he made. A frenzied groan. A deep, needy, beastly growl.
“God, Ainsley,” he murmurs, attacking my neck with his lips. Taking ownership of my breast with his hand. Driving me wild with need. “I want you so bad.”
You know in romance novels when the woman can only respond with “Please” because she’s in such a bad state of arousal? Like it’s the only word in the English language that she can possibly form in the heat of the moment? I always thought that was so stupid. Please what? What exactly is she asking for?
Now I understand it because it’s the only word that can be used to articulate what it is that I want. Please take me inside. Please don’t stop. Please do whatever you want to me. Please don’t make me regret this.
So that’s exactly what I say.
“Please.”
It doesn’t take us long to get from zero to one hundred and soon our breathing is a cacophony of inhales and exhales, with a mixture of moans and indecipherable words. I haven’t even gotten my seat belt undone and Cade is leaning over the seat practically on my lap, covering me with his large frame.
“Take me inside.” I command, as he releases me in agreement.
He’s out the door and opening the passenger door faster than I can blink an eye. I’ve unfastened my seatbelt and grab my bag when he’s taking my hand in his and leading me into the apartment.
I look back at the car as we hit the porch. “You forgot the pizza.”
“Fuck the pizza,” he laughs, opening the door and whisking me inside straight to his bedroom. I’m vaguely aware of his roommate, Lance, who is sitting on the couch with a drink in hand playing a video game. Cade doesn’t even give him a second glance. He just grunts out a greeting as we walk by, as Lance hollers out a “whoop whoop”.
I should be embarrassed by our rapid entrance and urgency to make it to the bedroom. It’s fairly obvious what we are about to do. I doubt Lance would believe that I’m here to study. But he’s a guy. And living with Cade, I’m sure he’s very familiar with the type of entertaining that occurs in Cade’s room. Just that single thought creates a lump in my throat that’s hard to swallow.
I’m not the kind of girl that easily falls in bed with a guy. I’m not an easy lay. I take this seriously. And I want Cade to know it. But I don’t want to ruin the mood, either. Such a conundrum.
Cade seems to sense my hesitation – maybe because my feet are glued to the floor just inside his bedroom door. He turns toward me, shutting and locking the door behind me, and then places his hands on my hips. He pulls me against him and I can feel the hard ridge of his erection against my thigh.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Ains. I swear. We don’t…”
I place my fingers over his mouth, breaking off whatever else he was about to say. His eyes linger on my lips and I lean in on my tippy toes and trace his mouth with my tongue. He grants me access as my tongue slips into his mouth, and my lips explore the shape and texture of him.
My body buzzes with excitement, brimming over with unfulfilled desire. I want this. I want him.
I’ve never been bold when it comes to speaking my mind sexually. Maybe it’s because I have limited experience or just never felt the same passion with my previous encounters. Those were somewhat awkward and lacked the type of passion I’m feeling right now. But something completely different happens when I’m with Cade. A type of sensual power courses through me, boosting my confidence like a shot of B-12.
I take a swipe at his lower lip before biting it between my teeth, yanking on it. My hands travel the length of his torso, down his ridged abs to the edge of his waistband. His mouth curves in a wicked grin against my lips and then I let go of his bottom lip.
“I want to do everything with you.” My voice sounds hoarse. Husky.
Needing no further encouragement, Cade grabs the neck of his T-shirt from the back and yanks it over his head as I stand mesmerized. I’m assaulted visually by a wall of tanned and chiseled flesh. He’s like my own personal mountain to climb. Cling to.
I don’t know how long I stand there in a stupor, but his snicker brings me back to earth.
“You like what you see?” His voice is also husky. Gravely with desire.
I tip my head and roll my eyes, a common occurrence when I’m with him. He brings out my snarkiness.
“Do you even need to ask? You’re kind of perfection.”
He says nothing in return, but with one powerful arm, he curls me into him, his hands locking around my waist to hold me in place. As if I would consider going anywhere else.
I turn my face to the side and my cheek and breasts press up against his rock-hard chest. I inhale and my senses go haywire. He smells so sexy. Spicy sandalwood and something all Cade. There’s a soft patch of chest hair that snakes down between his pecs and it tickles my face.
Cade’s hands move down my back, lifting my shirt and my arms instinctively rise above my head to allow him to remove it. We’re now skin-to-skin, the contact I crave, the warmth I need. The feeling is incredible. Heat wicks along my body, leaving a wake of sensation everywhere he touches me. I turn my head and my tongue darts out to lick his pecs, as I move along a path to find one of his tan, perfectly shaped nipples. He sucks in a breath as I spear the tip of my tongue over the small nub, my own body answering as my own nipples tingle with a sharp pull. I press a palm to his chest, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
His lips travel down my jawline, dipping into the curve of my neck, where his open-mouth kiss leaves me shuddering with a pulsing need between my legs. Cade’s fingers thread through my hair, bringing me back to where he wants me as he kisses me again. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth again, and I’m dizzy from the heat. My panties are wet now and all I crave is his touch.
Speaking of panties…I’m so lost in the kisses he’s given me that I barely registered Cade has been busy unbuttoning my shorts, slipping his hand past my belly button and down between my legs. Holy shit. He’s stealthy good. I can feel my insides quivering as his finger slips underneath now soaked panties, touching me where no other man has been in a very long time.
I should be embarrassed by how wet I am. By how wet he’s made me with just a few touches and kisses. But I’m not. I’m turned on beyond belief.
From the sound that escapes his throat, low and deep, he doesn’t mind it, either.
“Ainsley,” he says with a rasp.
I buck against his h
and, my own body instinctively taking over to find the friction it requires. I arch my back and he bows on top of me, his heavy breath coming out in pants against my ear. And then he swings around me so my back is flush to his front, one hand still down the front of my pants, the other now cutting a path to cup my breast.
I shameless gyrate against him, his heavy erection pressing between my ass cheeks. He feels big. Like Superman big – steely hard - and I wonder what he’ll look like. Is he cut or uncut? I’ve never seen an uncut cock before.
I slide my hand between us and palm his cock, rubbing it slowly against the thin cover of his shorts. Cade smothers a groan in my hair. I can feel him twitch and grow unbelievably harder and bigger. His lips find mine again, my head tilting up and back, as he takes ownership and removes all other thoughts past or future from my brain. All there is in this moment is the present.
Our bodies shift forward toward his bed in front of me. Just as my knees hit the edge, he whips me around and pushes me back so I land with a soft thud against his ginormous mattress.
His fingers find the belt loop of my shorts and give a hard yank, bringing them down past my ankles. I’m naked with the exception of my white lace bra and cotton panties. I raise my eyes to Cade towering over me, his bare chest on full display and his eyes heated with lust. I reach out to drag him down on top of me. Before he falls into place, he quickly removes his shorts, dragging them along with his briefs, down and off.
And that’s when the truth is revealed and I see him in all his naked glory.
For all that’s good and holy. Cade’s fully extended cock is huge.
While he leans over to reach inside his bedside stand to grab a condom, I have the unobstructed view of his dick. His full length curves a little to the left and the mushroom tip nearly touches his belly button, which is an outie, by the way. I make a mental note to explore that later.
But first, all I want to do is reach out and touch him.
Because a cock like Cade’s needs to be worshipped. And worshipped well.
14
Cade
Holy fuck. My mouth promptly goes dry and my legs feel like they belong to a new foal.
Ainsley’s hand is wrapped tight around the base of my cock as she begins stroking me into a semi-conscious state. I think I’m going to pass out from the pleasure she’s giving me.
I bend my knee and place it on the bed next to her hip, closing my eyes so I can concentrate on her ministrations. The pleasure is too intense for me to even try to keep my eyes open – even though to watch her overcome with sensations is so hot.
Fighting the urge to let my leg fall and nestle on top of her, I imagine all the things I plan to do to her tonight. My dick swells in her grip and all I want in that moment is to sink deep inside her and take us both over the edge.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a fast-shooter. I know how to pace myself when I’m with a woman. Learned early on that you always to take care of your partner first because it’s one of the best aspects of the entire experience – to watch her come while you’re fingering, eating, or fucking her.
And it would be so easy to just let her continue to jack me off until I come all over her hand and stomach. It would be fucking hot. The way Ainsley’s small hand pumps my cock makes me want to lose my ever-loving mind. If she keeps at this, I’m going to explode in about ten seconds flat. So that’s why I need to redirect things to keep myself under control.
She’s propped up with one elbow on the bed, the other wrapped around my shaft. Reluctantly, I remove her hand, which feels fucking phenomenal, and reach around her back to undo her bra. Flicking the snaps open, I watch with rapt interest as the straps fall down shoulders, the cups slipping away to expose her gorgeous, supple tits.
Christ Almighty.
My breath catches.
I’ve seen a lot of tits in my experience – but none hold a candle to Ainsley’s. They are perfect.
Engorged and generously full, but not oversized. The rosy pink nipples are peaked from arousal and the pink tips pucker teasingly, calling me to taste, suck and bite. And I do just that.
Leaning over her, I push her back watch her hair spill over the pillow as she falls to the bed. She licks her lips and I can’t help but pin them with mine. We kiss for several minutes, allowing my hand to explore the map of her breast. Moving from her mouth, I take a nipple into my mouth, wetting it with my tongue that’s still mingled with Ainsley’s taste.
The flavor and feel of her breast has my head spinning. She bucks against me in response, as I suck and lick. She pushes her breast further into my mouth, moaning out as she does, giving me more to feast on. I lave my tongue over her sensitive flesh until I pull it tightly into my mouth and suck. Hard. Just the sound of her raspy moan has my dick practically ready to fuck the mattress.
I take the opportunity to move to the other breast, sliding my hand and tongue over that soft, fleshy globe. Playing with the hard nub with my fingers, I tweak and pinch, followed by a smooth lick from my tongue. I do this several times because she seems to love the variation of hard and soft. Rough and gentle.
Moving to my elbow on my side, my leg thrown high over her thigh to nudge her legs open, giving me more room so I can slip my hand under her waistband and into her panties. My mouth waters at the first touch – the wetness coating the cotton panel. I’m dying for a taste. To bury my nose in her pussy. She makes me so hungry to learn what turns her on.
Our bodies move simultaneously, tilting our hips for friction – using each other to get off. My hard shaft rubs against her thigh and her pelvis presses into my finger, poised to enter her cotton-covered entrance.
I slide my body down her side, shuddering at the softness of her hips and legs. My breath comes out in pants as I’m finally at my destination, the tip of my nose nudging the soft cleft covered by her underwear. She tenses for a second, her head flying off the pillow to look down at me. I smell her arousal. It’s heady.
“I’m going to eat you out. And you’re going to love it.” I command. She flops back down, and I watch her belly button flatten and sink in with her inhale. She relaxes briefly as my fingers remove the imposing material hiding what I covet the most.
The scent of her has me dangerously close to losing it and I snap into focus, lingering over the banquet she’s given me – a feast which fills my deep and urgent hunger for her. It’s erotic. It’s perfect. It’s almost too much.
My tongue dips, testing to her readiness, pleased when I find her bare lips coated in arousal. Soft, silky, and wet. A breathy moan escapes her lips and her hips shoot up off the bed. I place my left palm across her pelvic bone to gently keep her in place. I nudge her thighs so she opens to me fully. Placing my right arm in the crook behind her knee, I bend it upward so I have the room to make her go wild.
“Cade…” she exhales, stiffening slightly. I read the uncertainty in her blue eyes.
“Let me in, baby. I want this so bad.”
An almost inaudible “okay” comes out in a soft whisper. And I proceed to show her how wild she makes me.
Ainsley gasps and groans, thrashes and bucks. I fucking love how uninhibited she is. It’s sexy as hell. I can tell she’s getting close because her breathes get harsher, faster. I show no mercy. Once I’m started, I won’t stop until the end. Until she’s screaming my name and fucking my face.
I kick it up a notch, giving her long, concentrated licks up her center, dipping in her entrance and then sucking at her clit. And when I latch on to that swollen numb, I really suck it. Hard. And just like that, her body stiffens against my face and screams out like a wild banshee and comes long and hard against my mouth.
I take a peek up at her to find her hands gripping my bed cover above her head, and her face turned to the side, a blissed out expression across her face. Absolutely beautiful.
“Wow.” She whispers softly, followed by a satisfied sigh. “That was…wow.”
Being the cocky bastard that I am, I can only agree with her.
“I know.”
But sometimes I don’t, because some girls are liars. Although I feel fairly confident that I’ve mastered my pussy eating techniques over the years, I know some chicks don’t like being eaten out and instead of telling me that when I go down on them, they’ll fake it.
The biggest turn on for me is the fact that I know Ainsley truly enjoyed herself. She let go and showed her vulnerability – and trust - by allowing me access to her body in this manner. And let me tell you – there’s no greater feeling for a guy than making a girl orgasm. I feel like beating my chest and shouting out, “Me, Tarzan!” Because that’s how you feel. And right now, I feel like a wild jungle beast.
I lean over the bed and unwrap the condom, sliding it over my thick shaft. I’m not gonna lie. I’m a big boy, in more ways than one. At six foot five, two-hundred pounds of muscle, my dick measures up. It’s never been a disappointment to me or any of the girls I’ve slept with. I close my eyes as Ainsley’s hand reaches down and closes over my shaft and gives me a good yank from base to tip. Fuck that feels really good.
When I open them, again, we lock eyes, her intense blue sapphires blazing with heat, as she rubs my cock in even, measured strokes. My body craves release, but I want to enjoy this sensation a little longer. And I need to confirm we’re doing this before I go any further.
“Are you sure?”
She nods her head languidly, as I position myself at her entrance. I rub my latex covered-head between her slick folds a few times, using her arousal to lube me up good, because I know it may be a tight fit. And then I slowly push my way in. Straight to heaven.
We moan simultaneously as I enter her body. I feel her walls constrict and conform around my cock as she accommodates my girth and size. Once I’m to the hilt, I slowly pull out, back to her entrance, and then slam back in again. I do this several times in slow succession, and each time, she gasps like it’s the best thing in the world.
And fuck. It is.
