by Rae Kennedy
“Yes?” He looks up at me, lips wet and parted, his eyes dangerous.
“Please.” I’m writhing underneath him. My insides are still painfully contracting, the orgasm rippling through my belly.
He removes his underwear and reaches for a packet from his nightstand. “Promise you’ll tell me if anything doesn’t feel right, or if it hurts. I’m going to try, but God, I think once I get started I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“Don’t hold back. I want you.”
I watch as he puts on the condom. Then he lays back over me, covering us with the blankets. The faint light from the window just falls on his beautiful face, his messy hair and the perfect bump in his nose. His forehead rests against mine and he looks at me with the faintest smile of pure happiness is on his lips. I can only hear the pumping of blood in my ears and the soft spattering of rain against the window outside.
He closes his eyes and kisses me so softly, taking in a deep breath as he does it. His hands hold my face and my fingers are digging into his shoulder blades. I can’t hold him close enough to me. I feel the blunt tip of his cock nudge at my entrance and I realize my legs are shaking at his sides.
“Sure you still want this? We don’t have to rush.”
“Yes.” I really do.
He puts his hand to my cheek and kisses my lips again, lingering there. My chest collapses as I let out a breath and we are still for a moment.
And then he slides inside me. Slowly. Easily. Inch by inch I can feel him filling me up, stretching me. When he finally fills me completely and stills, all the air has poured from my lungs. I hear a low rumble from his chest as I struggle to breathe again, then his face is back to mine, his breath hot and quick.
“You all right?”
I nod, our swollen lips brushing against each other.
“You feel so good.” He takes an unsteady breath and licks his lips. “I’m not going to stop now.”
Please don’t.
As he pulls out of me, I can feel every bulge and ridge of him drag against my inner walls. He slides out slowly. Exquisitely slow. All the friction and sensation is both unbearable and perfect. He pulls almost all of the way out before pushing back inside me, deeper. I can’t help but arch up into him and gasp out an “oh,” clutching at his shoulders as he kisses me again. He swallows my moan and sucks on my tongue and tugs at my lip with his teeth. His kiss is urgent but he pulls out of me slowly, then steadily thrusts back in, creating a slow and torturous rhythm.
Cade pulls my thigh up, opening me wide for him. This time he pushes fast and hard into me. And deep. It sends a jolt through my pelvis to my spine. He begins to move in and out a little faster. I’m tingly all over. His breathing becomes more labored at my ear. A thin layer of sweat forms between our bodies and across his back where my fingernails are digging in.
All I can smell is our rain-soaked skin. Then, lifting up, he puts my knee over his shoulder and this time when he slams into me, it knocks the air out of my lungs as I cry out loudly. He is now pumping into me repeatedly, and hard. It feels so good—I want more of him. I lift my hips to meet his pace, urging him into me, my pussy squeezing him tighter. He buries his head into my neck and I can feel his low grunts against my skin.
He is still hitting just the right spot every time he thrusts and before I realize it my insides are contracting tightly around his hardness and I’m getting lightheaded. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I convulse with my orgasm, my insides twisting in knots. I’m overheated, out of breath, and out of control. I feel like I’m floating outside my body, weightless and euphoric. It’s never felt like this—I’ve never felt like this. And I can’t imagine wanting anything—or anyone else ever again.
Cade’s hand is in my hair and he pulls me back to him as he whispers in my ear.
“I’m going to come with you, baby.” His voice is jerky but he pumps into me steadily. I don’t think the pressure can build anymore but it does and my orgasm finds a crest and breaks under him. I’m lost in it. He is over me, hot and damp. He holds me tight to him when he stills and whimpers as he empties inside me, almost trembling with the overwhelming climax.
We lie still for a few moments, his body heavy on mine. There is only breathing, our hearts trying to steady themselves, and Cade’s hand under my head and his lips at my neck.
“I’ll be right back.” He kisses my jaw as he slides out of me. It feels painfully tender. I might have just winced a little.
His smile, replete with happiness, falls. “Are you okay? Shit, did I hurt you?”
“No, that was...” I can’t even form words. “...how I’ve always wished it would be.”
His mouth is in a line and he looks serious.
Suddenly a panicked thought stabs through me. “Was it okay, I mean, was I okay...for you?”
“Are you kidding me? Okay? That was fucking amazing.”
I try to keep down my smile. I fail. “So...you want to do it with me again?”
His sexy smirk creeps over his lips. “You up for round two?”
“Give me a minute.”
He chuckles and kisses me on the forehead. “Anything for you.” Then he leaves the room.
When he comes back, he’s naked, and the condom has been disposed of. He slides in next to me under the covers and his skin is freezing. I shriek and try to wiggle away from him but he grabs me and pulls me to him.
“Warm me up.”
He’s so freaking cold. “I kind of hate you right now.”
“I don’t think so.”
He’s right. He’s not nearly as cold now and I sink against him, letting out a deep sigh. My eyes won’t stay open. I’m too relaxed. Satisfied. Blissful.
His breath is tickling my neck and his voice is low and deep. “So you dodged the question earlier, but I want to know. Have you ever been in love?”
“No.”
“So not even a little bit? Not even close?”
“The closest I’ve ever been to ‘in love’ is right now.” My breath stops as I realize I just said that out loud.
He strokes his hand through my hair, nuzzles at my cheek, and whispers just audibly, “Me too.”
CHAPTER 16
It is maybe one of the first times I haven’t woken before my alarm goes off. The sound has never been so irritating. I want to smash it for interrupting the perfect dream I was having. I breathe in deeply as I stretch my legs all the way to my toes. The pillow smells like him. Then I realize I hadn’t dreamed it. I am in Cade’s bed. It was real. And it was perfect.
I have, unfortunately, been neglecting my homework over the last several days. I think spending time with Cade is a perfectly valid excuse, but I don’t think dull Professor Trobaugh will accept it in exchange for a paper on how the dwellings of early American Nomads differ by region. So I trek balls early to the library and knock out the whole damn thing with twenty minutes to spare before class. Probably not my best work.
When I get out of class, I have a text.
Cade: Can’t stop thinking about you
Me: when will you be home tonight?
Cade: way too fucking late
Me: Boo
When I open the doors to leave the building, I am practically sucked outside by a sweep of wind. I would not have believed it was the middle of the day if I did not know it absolutely was. The sky is the darkest shade of blue-gray it can get before it turns black. The clouds are thick and rolling onto themselves, devouring each other as they grow. Cannibal clouds equals scary.
A deep rumble vibrates from a distance and I can smell rain in the air even though it is not raining. I make it to the bike rack around the back of the building. The rack is old and slanted. Rust is growing in the patches where the black finish has chipped off. It rattles as I fumble with my lock and I feel a large, cool drop on my hand. The air is unusually warm and eerily still as I start to pedal home. Rain patters my handlebars and nose. The clouds sag above me with the weight of their load. I ride as fast as I can—it is only a matter o
f time before they break.
And they do. Just as I turn the corner onto our street and I can see the white craftsman porch, a powerful blow of air hits my face, followed by the shock of a solid sheet of water cascading over my entire body like a ton of concrete. When I finally reach the door, I am like a melting ice cube. This storm system is much worse than last night. When I get inside, I can’t stop shivering and my clothes are dripping along the floor.
I turn the heat up in the hall and jump in the hottest shower I can stand. I still can’t seem to get warm enough. When the water starts to cool down, I concede and get out. Dammit, I’m still frickin’ cold. I dry my hair and dress in the fuzziest pair of socks I can find, my cozy sweats, and like three sweatshirts. I grab my phone and head to the living room.
Cade: Are you home yet?
Me: yeah
Cade: I left something for you in the oven, to make up for the horrible dinner last night
I open the oven door and there is a perfectly browned and bubbly lasagna.
Me: Jesus. Are you for real?
Cade: All for you babe
Me: Is this real life? Or am I actually schizophrenic and you are a very elaborate figment of my imagination?
Cade: I’m not sure what to say to convince you I’m not, that a very elaborate figment of your imagination wouldn’t also say...there’s an excellent Chianti in the cupboard to go with it
I’m elated at the sight of the pretty dark bottle. I’m going to drink that entire thing.
Me: I wish you were here to help me drink it, and maybe keep me warm
Cade: cold?
Me: Yes! Even with a bazillion layers. I look homeless
Cade: Doubt it
I snap a picture of my old sweats and my hair all wild and frizzed out and send it to him.
Me: See?
I dish myself some lasagna and pour a large glass of wine. Let’s be real—I fill a 16 oz. drinking glass full of wine. Outside, it is still pouring and the wind gusts with a far-off whistle. No reply from Cade. I conclude he is probably just busy working. But in the back of my mind, I hope I didn’t totally turn him off with my hasty selfie.
I have finished eating and am rinsing my dish when my phone buzzes.
Cade: OMG. Take it off.
Cade: Seriously though. You’re still sexy as hell.
I settle on the couch with the remainder of the bottle of wine in my glass. I blame my next move on drinking half a bottle in thirty minutes. Completely. But he did ask me to take it off. I take a picture in my sheer bra. The wine has warmed me up on the inside, but apparently not on the outside because while obscured, my erect little nipples are still very much in view.
No response from Cade. It’s seven o’clock. Dinner rush is in full speed. I cuddle back under some blankets on the couch and open the book I’ve been dying to start reading since summer. The loud crack of lightning shakes against the windows.
I wake around eleven. The rain is crashing against the roof. I should just go to bed. I take my phone with me.
Cade: FUCKKK!!! You can’t send that to me at work. Do you know how difficult it is to walk around with a raging hard-on? Shit I almost just left so I could come home and suck on those amazing titties of yours.
I go directly to his bed.
* * *
It’s still dark out. I can’t hear the rain but I can hear the melodic drips from the eaves to the damp ground. I’m wide awake but it is too early to get up. Cade’s warm body is completely wrapped around me. His arms are crossed over my chest, holding me tightly to him, his legs and feet tangled in mine. I don’t remember him getting into bed last night. He’s passed out. His mouth is slightly open and his hair is an absolute mess but my heart leaps into my throat just looking at him.
There is just enough glow from the window to make out the intricate drawings on his arm, all black and gray ink—a swirly tentacle coming down his bicep and a sharp knife on the underside of his forearm. I slide up to him, pressing our bare chests together to get a better look.
The octopus is huge on his shoulder. But it’s not quite an octopus—it is a human skull morphing into tentacles that wrap around his arm down to the elbow with other sea creatures tucked in between. The knife is a huge chef’s knife extending from the inside of his elbow to his wrist. It looks so real I go to touch it. I slide my finger along the blade. Then I notice a little tattoo, a tiny bag of flour near the crook of his elbow. Finally, I lean in to try to read the scrolly lettering at his wrist, but he rolls over.
His arms wrap around me and I burrow my face into the side of his neck. I instinctively hook my leg around his hip and I can feel his huge erection through his boxers against my open groin. It sends a jolt through my pelvis and I can’t help but rub against it to soothe the itch in me. God, I’m already achy. And wet.
“Mornin’.” His voice is full of sleep.
“Morning.” My voice is barely a whisper and cracks.
He has me on my back instantly, our fingers laced together above my head. Our lips are nipping, pulling, sucking at each other. I’m already moaning into his mouth and have my legs locked around his waist.
He brushes his soft lips over my nipples.
“I’ve been thinking about these all night.” And he sucks on my nipple. Hard. His mouth is hot as it pulls me. It is almost painful. All I can do is whimper.
I don’t tell him to stop as he strips off his boxers and peels my underwear off next. When the cool air hits my wet pussy it makes me shiver, but I can’t suppress my silly smile. He releases my nipple as our mouths meet again and our tongues are hot and needy for one another. His hand is at my thigh, touching my wetness. He sinks two fingers into me slowly and I gasp as they slide in and out of me.
“God, Hale, I love how you want this as much as I do. Are you ready or do you want me to go down on you?” His light blue eyes are looking up at me expectantly. I can tell he won’t be disappointed with either answer.
I shake my head. “I’m ready.”
His super sexy smile spreads wide over his gorgeous face as he retrieves a condom from the drawer.
His mouth is back over mine and I grip his hair. He enters me smoothly and fast. He isn’t holding back. It takes my breath away every time he pounds into me and my head keeps hitting the headboard but it only seems to add to the pleasure. I thrust my hips with his every motion and I am pushing with my hands against the headboard to equal his force. Our rhythm is perfectly in sync.
I try to stifle my screams every time we meet, but he keeps moving my hand away from my mouth. He likes it. He wants to hear me scream. He moans deep in his throat against my cheek. We are still thrusting together furiously, both out of breath and sweating. The slapping of our bodies resonates around the room. I can feel my sex clenching around his cock, squeezing tighter every time he pulls out. It’s coming and I can’t breathe, or see, or think. Then he pulls out completely and I am empty.
I’m panting here, giving him the what-the-fuck face and he smiles. That stupid, sexy as hell, infuriating smile of his. His breathing is as heavy as mine as he kisses me with soft lips, then flips me over onto my stomach. He is instantly over me, the slick smoothness of his chest sliding up my back as he enters me from behind and, oh God, it’s so good. He sweeps my hair away and kisses my neck. He is sliding in and out of me hard, hitting just the right spot. My face is buried in the pillow and I can’t take much more. The pressure is building again quickly. My toes curl as I contract around him and I scream into the pillow.
“God, it feels so good when you do that.” His voice is raspy and ragged but he hasn’t let up on his deliberate pace.
His fingers are intertwined with mine above my head, holding tight. I’m coming down from my orgasm and all I can comprehend are the spasms deep in my belly, the numbness in my toes, and Cade’s heavy breathing just behind my ear. And of course, his hard cock rocking in and out of me, still sending waves of pleasure through my over-stimulated body.
I lift my hips to meet his t
hrusts. He is somehow going even deeper inside me, and faster, and harder. He squeezes my hands tight and sucks hard on my neck. He is shuddering over me and I know he is coming.
Even after his body stops quivering, he holds my hands tight. He doesn’t let go, and we lay there for minutes. I love the feel of him. We are still connected and I hear his breathing slow just as my heart rate starts to stabilize. As he shifts off me, he pulls out and the feel of him leaving me is excruciating.
I roll over, bare-breasted and sweat-covered and Cade is smiling at me. The soft morning light just highlights his glistening skin. He’s so beautiful when he’s happy.
“Morning, pretty girl.” He kisses me gently on the lips. “I could get used to waking up like this every day.”
“Me too.” I never want to leave this bed.
“What are your plans today?”
I’m still distracted by his nakedness and my body coming down from being with him. “Oh nothing. Can I just skip class and stay here with you all day?”
“Skip class? You’ve got those perfect grades to keep up.”
“I don’t have perfect grades.”
He raises his eyebrows at me in disbelief.
“I have two Bs right now.” See.
His expression immediately grows to one of complete shock and horror. “What!”
I just smile and roll my eyes at his mockery.
He leans in and kisses me again. “Still sounds pretty perfect to me. Now, what do you want for breakfast?”
“Hmmm. Something delicious.”
“Lucky for you, that happens to be my specialty.” He slides out of bed and squeezes my thigh. “Now, you go get in the shower and I’ll make us something delicious.” He has a big grin on his face and I watch his perfect little ass as he walks out of the room.
* * *
Cade has the whole day off but, alas, I begrudgingly go to classes. I can’t concentrate. I’m itching in my seat and staring at the clock the whole time. Of course, this makes time feel like molasses, oozing out every second with great difficulty. Coming to school today was pointless. I cannot recall anything any of my professors say and I jump out of my seat as soon as time is up. Normally, I would have books and paper and pens to organize and pack away after a lecture, but by my last class, I don’t even unzip my bag or take off my coat.
