Falling Fast

by Cerise DeLand

  He rose, never taking his eyes from hers, and stalked her around the bed like a mean and hungry lion. Then, just when she would have thought he’d embrace her, he sank to his knees and kissed her bush then blew small puffs of air against her slick, wanting flesh. “I’m going to eat this pussy like no one ever has.”

  “No one,” she told him, barely making a sound, “ever has.”

  He smiled against her lower belly. “Just me, then.” He ran one finger along her seam, lightly, so lightly she whimpered at his touch. “Only me.” He traced her seam again. “Spread your legs open, darlin’.”

  She gulped, did as he ordered, and he buried his lips in her curls.

  “Ah, you smell so good. I’m going to wear your honey scent for days after I eat you. You know that?”

  “Oh, yes, please!” She put her hands to his shoulders to support herself. “I want to smell myself on you.”

  “Christ, what a cat you are.” He hummed as he fingered her labia open. “You have the plumpest lips. I’m going to suck them hard and make them flood for me.”

  “Hurry!” Her legs began to buckle.

  “I’ve got you, Shana, baby.” He backed her up to the cool wall, rolled open her labia and sent his tongue inside in one sweep of her clit. “Swollen for me, isn’t it?”

  She quivered.

  He clutched one thigh. “Open wider for me.”

  She complied. “I can’t stand.”

  “’Course you can, cuz I’m having you this way.” And did he. With dexterous care, he held her lips open to his seeking tongue. Darting around her clit, he flicked her nub with butterfly whisks then licked the tip as she ground her teeth, her arms bracketed against the wall, her hips tilted to his ravening mouth. Then he sent one thick finger up inside her cunt. Growling, he curled it inside her as he laved one lip, sucking up her juices, and moved to bathe the other with his ministrations.

  “I’m going to come, Kade. Don’t want to…without you.”

  He paused and spoke against her lower belly. “Hold on, honey. There’s more to come. Feel this.”

  She bit her lip and whimpered as he shot another finger up inside her and stroked a fiercely needy spot.

  “Hot baby,” he crooned as he kissed her clit. “Want a piece of me?”

  “Yes!” she demanded, thinking he meant to let her lie down and fuck her to her heart’s delight. But instead, he rose, his lips coated with her own essence, and kissed her as he began to tear off his clothes and toe off his shoes. She’d felt the power of his arms, and the strength of his embrace. Standing against him there, she rubbed herself across his naked torso as she helped him work at his belt buckle and jeans. “How?”

  He cupped her face and spoke on her mouth. “Ever sucked a man?”

  Her expression of wonder must have answered for her.

  “Can I?” Her fingers found his steely cock and thrilled to his length and his heat.

  “I’m yours,” he whispered.

  She sank to her knees. He was beautiful. Huge. His bluish head dripping pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around him. Even in her dreams, she’d never had the imagination to plan loving him like this. God knew, she didn’t have the experience. Only instinct.

  So she went with it. Sinking her mouth over his thick penis, she tasted his silken skin and smelled his desire. Her channel throbbed and her thighs became drenched in her own fluid delight. She pulled away then ran her tongue along the length of his shaft. She heard him grunt, felt him brace himself against the wall with one hand, the other to her hair.

  “More, baby. Do it to me again.”

  Knowing now that he loved it, she began a rhythmic caress of her tongue along his length and shifted to take the whole of him into her mouth. Listening to him growl, she wiggled closer to him and took him with sure pressure until he caught her under her arms and lifted her. “No more. You’re too good. You’re gonna make me come.”

  She laughed in triumph.

  He caught her to him, twirled and laid her on his bed. “Hold that pose.” He rose and went through one door, open what sounded like a cabinet and came back with a box of condoms. Tearing at the seal on the new box, he dumped them out to the floor. Bending, he grabbed one, ripped it open and rolled it on in two deft strokes. He climbed back up to hover over her, just like in her dreams of him, and his cock nestled near her ravenous pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered how she needed him. “Now, Kade.”

  He sank inside her in one, long, searing glide. She thrashed her head at the size of him. The way she always did whenever she dreamed of making up to him for all the ways she’d hurt him.

  “You are so wonderful,” she praised him, awed that this real man was so virile yet so tender. With her.

  He tipped up her chin. “You are the one who’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. Let me show you,” he crooned as he gripped her hips and plunged over and over again into her with a determined drive of an athletic man. She went with his possession, fingers fisted in his coverlet, hips up and rocking with his demanding thrusts, mouth open in silent screams of potent pulsing waves. Once again, like their first mating, this tumult broke fast and furious, Shana coming first and Kade tumbling close behind her.

  Melting over her, he cradled her close, kissed her ear and her throat. “I don’t know if I can let you go long enough to make lunch.”

  She chuckled, rolling up her hips to feel the delicious length of his cock still filling her. “Gotta have some energy to do this again.”

  He propped himself on his elbows, his fingers combing her hair back from her cheeks. “I don’t take women to bed first thing after I meet them.”

  “I didn’t think you did.”

  “I don’t bring them home either.”

  “And I haven’t had a lot of affairs.”

  “I gathered that. Not knowing any guys who cook. Or any who’ve loved you well here.” His hand drifted down her tummy to her mons.

  “And not knowing how to make love to a man with my mouth.” She looked away, shy to discuss intimate sex, even though today with him she had the most fulfilling orgasms of her life.

  With insistent fingers to her chin, he drew her to look at him and winked at her. “You did just fine, darlin’. Better than.” He grinned.

  She beamed at him. “I thought so.”

  He hugged her close. “I know so.” He shifted up, letting her feel how erect his penis remained. “This is what we’re going to do. I get up and go to the kitchen. Make you that steak. You go in there,” he indicated the bathroom, “and take a shower. I don’t have anything fancy in there. No hair dryer.”

  She inhaled, tickled that this was some proof he really did not make it a practice to bring women home with him. “I can manage.” She squeezed his penis in her swollen channel. “But I’ll feel so empty.”

  He grunted. “Aw, honey, you’re making this hell to leave you. But you can bet I’ll be back. Tell me you want me back.”

  She met his challenge with one of her own. “I want you back often.” Because you are so much better than a phantom in the night.

  “Well, then, darlin’, you have got yourself one hot and horny man.” He pulled out of her, gave her a hand up and spun her toward the bathroom. “Help yourself to clean towels in the closet and my robe, if you want. Come out to the kitchen. We’ll eat then go meet the president of the rodeo corporation.”

  Stunned back to the reality of dealing with business, she stepped away from him. She tried to smile and pretend she didn’t have to face any of the personal and professional problems she’d created for herself this morning. Because I care for this man. This real, live, caring, tender man.

  He didn’t detect her change in mood but swept his eyes down her naked body. “Get in there before I change my mind and rope you to this bed.”

  Feigning impishness, she danced backwards and batted her lashes at him. “Why, Mr. Stapleton, what a swell idea!”

  She had to dart inside the bathroom to escape his reach.
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  * * * *

  Escaping herself was impossible. Her initial fear that Kade might know who she really was had morphed into a bigger one. Now that she was going to help him professionally, sleeping with him was such a bad idea. Letting him love her, letting herself fall into bed with him, she had learned there was so much to this man that she hadn’t dreamed. Couldn’t dream.

  She looked at her reflection in his huge bathroom mirror. This afternoon, she’d been naked before him, except for her lack of courage. Her lack of honesty.

  She had to tell him.

  Come clean.

  Argh! She ground her teeth at the bad analogy then she stepped into his shower and drowned herself in shampoo, soap and recriminations. She washed her hair and told herself she would call Jeff first thing after this and tell him what she’d done. He wouldn’t be happy. In fact, he had a temper. A huge one. One he’d never used on her, but now, he certainly might. And to some extent, she wouldn’t blame him.

  She washed her body and promised herself she wouldn’t make any promises on any of the big-ticket projects. Vendor costs were so unpredictable.

  She laved her breasts and arched at the sensitivity of her nipples. The nubby texture of the washcloth made her moan and remember the way Kade sucked her areolas into his warm, wonderful mouth. Her hand drifted to her belly ring and simulated how he had caressed her all the way to her pussy. Her fingers delved inside, and the satin of her labia, so swollen still, made her groan. She needed Kade, this lover who had possessed her mind long before she came here and now had seized her body in a sinuous, sexual mating.

  “I love how you touch yourself.” His sonorous voice fell around her as he entered the shower, put two strong arms around her and pulled her back against him. “Is all that because of me?” he asked, nuzzling her ear.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered as he took the cloth from her and began to wash her nipples with a deft, circular motion. “I can’t get you out of my mind.”

  Grunting, he washed her navel and her pubic hair in soothing whirls. To give him greater access, she tilted her hips up, and he delved between her heavy labia to wash every tiny fold of her cunt and tantalize her more.

  “That’s torture,” she told him.

  “Yeah, baby, I hear you. For me, too.” He turned her around, dropped the washcloth and sank to his knees. He put his mouth to her seam. “I know how to give you some sweet relief.”

  She braced herself, hands to his shoulders. “Kade, loving you so often is so wicked.”

  He rolled her open and tongued her begging little clit. “Pretty Shana. I’m gonna show you the real meaning of wicked,” he spoke on her oversensitive flesh and made her cry out in rough need. Then he nibbled on her bundle of nerves, sent two fingers high up inside her channel and pumped her so that she trembled in his arms. His other hand was on her ass cheek and his thumb caressed her small dark hole.

  She gasped.

  “Easy, darlin’. I’d never hurt you.” To prove it, he used water from the shower and cream from her cunt to massage her and test her tiny passage, until he inserted the tip of one finger.

  She bucked.

  He licked her clit. “What do you think?”

  “I want more.” She pushed her mound against his mouth, the spray of water from the shower tingling her skin, his lips electrifying her cunt and his finger invading her tight, virgin ass.

  “You got it, baby.” He sent his finger higher inside and pumped her in tiny strokes. “We’re gonna make you happy you let me in here.” He blew on her clit and withdrew his finger from her ass. “Come let me fuck you on the floor.”

  “But, but I want more of that,” she cried, fascinated and frantic to have him plunging once more into her dark recess.

  “We’re gonna go slowly there, darlin’.” He helped her step carefully from the shower then wrapped her in huge soft towel and tugged her to the floor. On top of a fluffy, white rug, he spread her out wide, knees up, feet flat to the floor. Kneeling between her legs, he gazed at her naked flesh. “Your folds are so red and slick. Man, do I love the way you cream for me. No, no. Don’t clamp your legs together. This lovely kitty is mine, isn’t it?”

  She swallowed. “Yes.”

  “Gonna show you such a good time, Shana, you won’t ever want another man inside this hot little cunt.”

  She moaned and reached for his cock that stood up, proud and red and ready. “Give me that.”

  He stretched up to the sink top and extracted a condom from a package. In a fast roll, he had the damn thing on his penis and his hands spreading her thighs wide. In one sure thrust, he was inside her. Buried to the hilt, he grunted and held his position.

  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think of anything except being possessed by him. “Come on, baby, fuck me,” she whimpered.

  And he did. If their first fuck was furious, and the second fiery, this one was a sensuous, slow ecstasy. The water on their bodies made them slip together so smoothly and their growing instinct for how the other paced the tempo made them graceful in their joining and lusty in their execution. When she cried out in a never-ending series of tiny orgasms, he rode her longer, more surely until she milked him and had him shouting and sinking over her in his own completion.

  Exhaling, she wound one arm around his shoulders and ran a hand through her wet hair. Astonished at her body’s languor, she thrilled to the ways she could enjoy him. Had enjoyed him. She chuckled.

  He propped up on one elbow, his palm covering one breast so that his lips could suck on one grateful nipple. “How do you feel now?”

  She laughed up at him, replete with sexual release and oddly testy. “Hungry. Starving. Did you manage to cook any food in the two minutes you were in the kitchen?”

  He tsked. “Irritable when you’re hungry, huh? I’ll make a note to always feed you well. Time to eat. Come on, crabby.”

  * * * *

  But it was Jeff who was really crabby.

  “You told him you’d take two grand plus your expenses?” he yelled into his phone.

  Holding her cell away from her ear, Shana winced, glad she’d decided to go out on the front lawn of Kade’s house to call her boss. “Look, Jeff, you gave me permission to negotiate.”

  “Negotiate. Not donate!” He cursed.

  She set her jaw, pushed her sunglasses up her nose and scanned the cloudless, blue sky over her head. “I’ll take the cut in salary.”

  “You’re damn right you will!”

  She huffed. No one talked to her like this. No one.

  “Are you still there?” he bellowed. “Shana? Listen to me.”

  She was. Just barely. Anyone yelling at her became just a roaring in her ears.

  “I know you wanted this client. God knows why. But I said you could go after them. And you’ve landed them.”

  “Congratulate me, Jeff,” she demanded.

  “I know you can do the job,” he conceded, his belligerent tone mellowing. “All those years on that cutting horse ranch and your father on the circuit means you know a lot.”

  “I know I can do this, too.” Better than you. Or anyone else in the firm.

  “Do you have a signed contract yet?”

  “This afternoon. Kade Stapleton is taking me over to meet the president of the rodeo corporation in a few minutes.”

  “And how is Stapleton?”

  She inhaled and told him what she’d learned today. “A smart business man. Kind. A gentleman.”

  Jeff snorted. “Hell. The Romeo of the Rodeo now has manners?”

  His use of Kade’s old nickname had her scuffing the dirt with the toe of her shoe. “Yes, he does.” More than you.

  “You be careful, you hear me? That man has more charm than a Texas gambler and more notches on his belt than a Texas rustler. You do not want to let him persuade you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  She smiled. This morning, she had done as much of the persuading at Kade had. “Don’t worry.”

  Jeff’s tendency to corr
al Shana, evident from the day he’d decided that he wanted to date his newest employee, had him plowing on, “I mean it, Shana. Do not get mixed up with the likes of him. He had more fancy women in his riding days than a dog has fleas. You do not want to be bitten by the Stapleton bug. It’s an itch you can’t scratch.”

  Gazing toward the front door, she saw Kade emerge to stand on his porch, hitch his fingers in his jean pockets and watch her with a lopsided grin. His easy grace had the possessive look of a lover.

  She quivered at the remembrance that she had made love to this man, not once, but three times in the space of as many hours.

  “Shana? You there?”

  “Yep. Gotta go, Jeff. Talk to you later.” She powered down her phone.

  She had better things to do with her time than listen to Jeff Wentworth grouse at her.

  “So your boss,” Kade asked as he drew her into the house, “is upset with our deal?”

  She draped her arm around Kade’s hips and offered him the biggest grin she could muster. “Yeah, sometimes he can be really crabby.”

  Chapter Three

  Kade climbed into his truck, shut the door and hung his white Stetson up in his visored, overhead hat rack. He pulled out of his driveway, and they zoomed down the road. “You are gonna charm the pants off Sam Trunbridge.”

  She grimaced. “Oh, dear, I hope not. One man with his pants off today is more than enough for me.”

  “I’m making certain this man with his pants off is all you’ll ever need.” He grasped her hand, lifted it to his mouth and put the tip of his tongue to the center of her palm.

  She yelped and pulled her hand back. “You better stop this, or I won’t have my right mind for this meeting.”

  Kade grinned, eyes on the road. “Trunbridge will be easy for you to persuade. He liked your proposal. Loved it, in fact. His big problem was the retainer. And now that you’ve reduced that, he’ll be ready to sign on the dotted line—provided you kill the bit about the headliners.”