by Rae Kennedy
After breakfast, Cade and I do the dishes as Tuck gets dressed for work. I wash this time. I am scrubbing the last soapy plate when Cade grabs me around the waist and kisses me fully on the mouth. He smells like maple syrup. He pulls away with a satisfied grin just as Tuck comes around the corner, still fixing his tie. I stand stock straight and finish cleaning the dish, praying Tuck won’t notice how flushed I am.
When Tuck leaves, it is already time for me to go to class and for Cade to head to the restaurant. Before he steps out the door, Cade gives me one more quick kiss.
“I’ll see you tonight?” He is smiling against my lips.
“Yeah.”
Then he walks out the front door.
I sigh and grab my book bag when the door swings open and Cade bursts back in. He reaches me in two strides and literally pushes me up against the wall, kissing me passionately, his tongue desperately seeking mine. Our breaths are becoming ragged as our lips melt into each other. He unpins me from the wall, his lips red and swollen.
“Fuck. I’ve really got to go now.”
He turns and leaves a second time. I am left needing more.
CHAPTER 12
I get home after class and the house is empty. I am antsy. Cade is working through the dinner shift and won’t be home until ten or eleven. I don’t know what to do with myself. All I want to do is be with him, and touch him, and kiss him, and oh jeez. I get in the shower, taking extra care to shave my legs and trim all my lady parts. I curl my hair, put on just enough mascara to highlight my golden-brown eyes and some gloss to make my lips look extra pouty. I decide to just wear jeans and a pretty floral flowy top. I cannot wait for Cade to get home.
A slow creaking of the front door at six o’clock has me running for the door.
“Well, that’s a nice welcome home!” Tuck is beaming at me. I think I recover my disappointed face quickly enough he doesn’t notice. I keep running toward him and give him a big hug.
Right, this was my plan all along, Tuck.
“How was your day?” I ask, trying to continue the charade of being interested in Tuck at the moment. Am I a bad sister?
“Oh, it was all right. About to get much better though. I’m going out tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah?” He gives me a quizzical look. “I told you all about it this morning.”
Gah!
“Oh, I remember now, sorry! Midterms have my brain fried this week.” Solid recovery, Haley.
“But they’re done now, right?”
“Yes.”
“Sweet.” He walks past me, toward the hall to his bedroom. “Hey, don’t wait up for me tonight. I’ll be home late...or not at all.” He does the creeper double eyebrow raise at me.
“Gross! I don’t want to know about your sex life!”
But he disappears down the hallway, laughing before I can find something to throw in his direction.
* * *
After Tuck leaves, I find myself posing in various spots around the living room and kitchen, trying to figure out how to best appear sexy but nonchalant, and not at all like I am waiting around for Cade to get home. Nothing I do feels natural. By the time he gets home at ten-fifteen, I am practically asleep on the couch with some lame made-for-television movie on.
I sit up instantly.
“Hey.” He nods at me as he passes me and goes down the hall to his bedroom.
What the fuck? Is he already over it? I hear the shower running and I throw myself back down on the couch. So far my plan of Cade immediately grabbing me, throwing me down on his bed and having his way with me isn’t progressing as I had hoped.
He comes out a few minutes later in a worn pair of jeans that hang from his narrow hips and a short-sleeved band T-shirt, his hair still damp and perfectly tousled.
He sits next to me as I inch myself up against the armrest.
“What are we watching?” He looks at the television screen.
“Nothing.”
“Good.”
He has me by the hips and pulls me down the couch toward him in one smooth motion. Then he is over me, his body pressing me to the cushions as he lies between my legs. His lips are soft and sweet as they part mine to allow him inside. His tongue is greedy. I intertwine my fingers in his hair, holding his mouth firmly to mine. His hands trail down my ribs to my hips, then up under my shirt, setting my skin on fire.
The pull between my legs is beginning to build and I squeeze him between my thighs as his fingers reach my bra. His burning palms skim over the thin lace and my nipples become instantly hard. I arch up into his grip, wanting more sensation. I feel my breath become strained. I’ve thought of nothing but having Cade all day and now he is here, and I can tell he wants me just as much.
Our kisses grow more lustful as his fingers go around my back and nimbly unhook my bra. I want him to touch me so much—I am practically quivering beneath him. Then he moves his hands slowly up beneath the underwire to cup my breasts, his thumbs press firmly on my nipples and send shocks down my spine.
All I can feel are his eager lips, his large hands stimulating my tips, and his leg grinding heavily against my groin. The friction is just enough to satiate my pulsating bud. I rake my hands slowly down his chest to his firm stomach, rocking against him.
Cade massages my breasts as I drag my hands further down his body until I feel him. Even through his pants, I can tell he is rock hard. He groans over me, gripping my hips tightly as I stroke up and down his length over his jeans. His fingers dig into my flesh, and we hungrily lick and nip at each other’s lips. I feel blissfully aroused. I’m practically melting in my panties.
I kiss his neck. His smell is like sweat and rain. When he can’t take any more, he slides his hands to the top button of my jeans and starts to undo them. I reach for his waistband and undo the button. Then I pull down the zipper.
There is a loud stomping noise outside the front door. Fuckity fuck!
We sit up quickly, straightening and buttoning up our clothes when Tuck comes bursting through the door, slamming it behind him.
“Fucking bullshit!”
“Whoa, you all right man?” Cade asks.
“No.”
Tuck looks extremely upset as he collapses on the chair across from us. He sighs heavily and closes his eyes as he throws his head back. My cheeks feel hot and I can tell my lips are swollen. Cade’s hair is completely disheveled. I wonder if I have enough time to re-hook my bra without Tuck noticing.
“Ali and I broke up.”
“Oh Tuck, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry, bro. You want a beer?” Cade gets up to get some drinks from the fridge, and uses the opportunity to adjust himself, I notice.
“I’ll be fine.” He doesn’t look very fine. “What are you guys watching?”
“Uhh...” Cade looks at me from the kitchen for help. Sorry. I shrug. I have no clue either.
“Just some silly TV movie. Let’s watch something else,” I offer.
“No, we can finish this.” Tuck looks like he wants to do anything other than talk about Ali.
So, we watch the second half of the ridiculous movie that is on. This movie makes no sense. I guess we missed some key parts from the beginning. But Cade comes to sit next to me and he throws the blanket over our legs. I don’t think Tuck is watching the movie—he is way too absorbed in his thoughts. He doesn’t notice Cade rubbing my leg or us holding hands under the blanket the entire time, either.
* * *
I am lying in bed staring at the ceiling, watching as the occasional passing car washes light across the surface and then fades away. The rustling of the dried leaves outside is a constant soothing whisper. I look at the clock.
It is 2:42. I still haven’t fallen asleep. I can’t shut off my mind. I can’t stop thinking about Cade. The way he smelled, the weight of his body on top of mine, the feel of his lips on my skin, his firm massaging of my breasts...
I can’t stifle how awake my body is or trick it into forgetting he is
just across the hall.
I give up.
It is cold outside of the covers. I tiptoe across the hall in just my thin white tank top and purple silky underwear and close Cade’s door behind me as quietly as I can. I can just make out the shape of Cade’s body, his bare chest rising and falling in the slow, steady rhythm of someone deep in sleep.
I lift the covers just enough to slide in. I straddle him and pull the covers down over both of us as I plant a soft kiss on his lips. His brow furrows as he blinks awake.
As soon as his eyes open and he sees me, his face brightens into a big sleepy grin. He crosses his arms around my back and pulls me in tight as our mouths meet again. His lips are full and soft, massaging against mine, parting them to taste me. He pulls back for just a second, sucking on my bottom lip then biting it gently.
I can barely concentrate on the kissing because his hands are burning a pathway down my sides to my hips, resting on the bare strip of skin between my panties and shirt. His thumbs and forefingers slide just barely up under my shirt. They feel strong and decisive, yet tender. Meanwhile, the kiss is getting rougher.
My breathing is so erratic I think I might get a little lightheaded. I can hear my pulse pounding in my head. Then he starts making little circles on my skin, his thumbs dipping just below the top of my underwear, then around and up under my shirt. It’s driving me crazy. His hands slide farther up my back, pushing my shirt up to my waist. He runs his fingers lightly across my back, leaving goosebumps all over.
I end our kiss and sit up to catch my breath. As I do, Cade lets out a faint whimper and tightens his grip on my hips. His lips are shiny and swollen, his eyes hooded and lust-filled. As I straddle him, I can feel his erection hard against the sensitivity of my aching heat. I move just slightly against him, and the friction against my silky panties is spectacular. Cade responds by letting out a deep breath and closing his eyes as he caresses my uncovered skin.
“God, you drive me crazy.”
I smile down at him. “Yeah?”
He nods. “I always have a hard-on for you.”
I pull my top over my head and toss it to the floor. I let my long hair fall down my back, exposing my naked breasts. Cade immediately sits up, wrapping his arms as far around me as they will go.
“You are so gorgeous, baby.” He leans forward and kisses my neck firmly down to my collarbone then just to the tops of the swells of my chest. He leans back and brings both hands up to cup my breasts. They feel heavy, perfectly filling his hands. He looks at me, his completely sexy devious smirk on his face. “And these tits are even better than I imagined them.” Then he lowers his lips to my rigid little pink nipple and kisses it softly. It’s so soft it almost tickles and leaves me aching for more. More pressure. “Really, these are spectacular.”
I giggle at his appreciation of my boobs. I was blessed with nice perky, round full breasts. He licks his thumb and places it over one nipple as he closes his mouth over the other, moving his thumb and tongue in mirroring circles. I let out a soft moan and rock against him. Each broad stroke of his tongue over my nipple sends pulses of energy down my spine and makes my sex throb. I’m gripping his back, fingers digging in deeper and deeper as waves of pleasure surge through me. He lifts his face and finds my mouth again, restraining my moans.
His hands move across my skin, down to my behind, squeezing softly. He slips the tips of his fingers just under the edge of my panties. My pussy is suddenly tingling all over and aching for his touch. I lift my hips up just enough so he can slide his hand down over my underwear to where my clit thrums for him.
“Fuck, Hale, you’re soaked.”
By this time I am panting and can only gasp out a weak “Uh huh.”
He slides one finger inside my panties, finding my slippery folds then moving up to put the wickedest pressure on my stiff little bud, sending a bolt of electricity to my toes and causing me to gasp in his ear. I can feel his smile against my cheek as he moves back to take my lips. His kissing is slow, sensual, mimicking the slow circling of his finger on my clit. Then he slides his finger down and enters me in one smooth motion and I can’t help but cry out.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so tight.”
I’m focused on my breathing and the feeling of newness and the fullness of his thick finger inside me when he pulls it away.
“You okay?”
I look at him, a little confused. “Yes.” Why wouldn’t I be?
“You seem a little tense.”
I don’t feel tense.
“Come lay down with me.”
He lowers me next to him on my back and lays close to me, propped up on his side. He touches my face, rubbing my cheek with his thumb then down my neck between my breasts and down to my navel, where he splays his hand out to rest on my stomach.
“Just relax,” he says.
I think I am relaxed until I realize his hand is practically bouncing from the fluttering in my tummy. My body is all wound up and anxious. I look at his hand, following it up his tattooed muscular arms to his defined shoulders and finally to his face. He is smiling serenely, beautiful and calm. And he is looking at me. He leans down and kisses me softly behind the ear, then on the cheek, forehead, nose, and then on the lips. I finally feel the trembling in my stomach ease up. He gazes at me adoringly, our noses just touching.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod.
Some of the lust returns to his eyes as he hovers over me. He puts both hands on my hips and hooks his fingers inside my waistband. Then he slowly pulls my panties down. I lift my pelvis to help him. Okay, now I’m completely naked. In front of Cade. For the first time.
He lies next to me, placing his hand on my lower abdomen again.
“You all right?”
I nod again. I am starting to drown in how gentle he is being with me. He just screams too much sex to be going so slow. But it is nice.
“I promise I will listen to your body’s responses, okay? Just relax.”
I smile at him and his smile back is so sweet, and so sexy. He kisses me again, slow and tender. He smells like a rainstorm and just a little bit of salt. Our tongues meet and he licks the inside of my upper lip.
I run my fingers through his hair, tugging just a little as the kiss deepens. I never imagined being with Cade would be like this. He’s in no hurry.
His hand inches down to my swollen pussy. My clitoris is fully engorged and as soon as his fingers trace over it, sharp jolts of ecstasy pulsate through my core and out to my extremities. His lips never leave mine as his fingers continue to stroke through my folds, going down to my entrance and trailing the wetness back up and around my stiff clit, alternating between maddeningly tight circles and long broad sweeps.
I lace my fingers through his hair, clinging to him, moaning into his mouth with every breath. I feel my thighs ease and my legs spread for him, urging him further. I can sense his grin widen against my lips and then he begins to kiss down to my breasts, stops to suck on each nipple, then continues down to my belly button.
I close my eyes and focus on the pressure of his lips and the heat of his breath against my skin. Then he is lower. I know he is right at my pussy, looking at it completely spread out before him.
I feel his hot breath first, then his lips right where I want him as his fingers nudge at my entrance. He flicks his tongue briefly against the sensitive bud and my body responds with a buck. He licks it again with a more deliberate stroke as he slides one finger inside me. I cry out in surprise, in pleasure.
His mouth is massaging me, soaking me as he pulls his finger out and, more forcefully, drives it back into the hilt, over and over. I’ve never had a guy spend so much time giving me pleasure. I am writhing under him, my body wracking with waves of intensity with each stroke of his tongue and touch. My stomach is tightening and my lips are tingling with numbness. Then he slips a second finger inside of me and I feel my body compress around him.
“Come for me, baby.”
His words send me
right to the edge. Then he closes his lips around my clit and sucks gently and I am over, convulsing around him, crying out his name.
I am still trying to catch my breath and find my bearings when Cade comes up to lie on top of me. My tummy is still pleasantly spasming and my lips are so numb they feel like they are twitching when I try to smile back at him. His face is right up to mine. He looks so happy—triumphant, but happy.
“Wow.” I am still too dizzy to say more.
“For me, too.” He presses his lips softly to mine just for a second, closing his eyes as he does. When he opens them, they are gleaming. His bare chest and stomach are hot against my skin. He shifts to an elbow so all of his weight isn’t on me, eyes locked on mine. He brushes hair from my face, and I run my fingers up and down his smooth back. I have never felt so content before—so safe. I want him so badly, like this always. I don’t even think about what I breathe into his ear next.
“Cade, I want you inside me.”
His eyes roll back in his head and he bites his bottom lip. Hard. “Oh God, I want that too, babe.” He lets out a restrained breath. “More than anything. But not tonight.”
He looks at me with pained eyes, pleading for me not to ask again. I can tell it is taking all of his willpower to stop himself.
“I need to make sure I get it right with you.” He moves to sit up. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom. Stay here.” As he bends and stands, he is clearly in physical discomfort. I can see his enormous erection straining against his inadequate boxer briefs.
“Hey, stop. At least let me return the favor.” I eye his crotch giving him my best seductive smile.
He looks down at his raging hard-on. “I’m fine. Really, Hale.”
“Cade! Get your ass over here.” I haven’t had a ton of sex or any mind-blowing orgasms like the one he just gave me, but I sure know how to go down on a guy—and I am damn good at it. I made sure of it. I gave my first boyfriend head to get out of having sex so often. I actually enjoyed it.
