by Ivy Jordan
I step between her legs and take her hand in mine. “I believe you just said for me to prove it, not you,” I scold her teasingly. She scoots forward to wrap her legs around me, and our lips smash together, tongues dancing as we fervently kiss, desperate for more of each other.
Serena grabs my dick, pumping me in her hand, and I groan, burying my face into the side of her neck. She hitches her leg higher and moves the head of my cock over her slippery opening.
“Look at how wet you make me, Cade,” she says, her eyes hooded. She lets go of me, my dick is lined up with her entrance, and she rubs her clit. My mouth waters at the sight of her as she whispers. “Fuck me, Cade.”
Suddenly, I am really glad I let my designer talk me into the more expensive, but extremely sturdy, oak table because we are about to find out just how sturdy it is.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Serena
I have no idea what has come over me this morning. I have never been this forward in my life, but Cade makes me want to live out every wanton thought that goes through my head.
It’s incredible with him, like it has never been with anyone else. When he tells me I’m beautiful, I hear the sincerity and know he means it. I know that he sees me – the real me inside – and any thought I had about not measuring up to the women he’s been plastered on gossip sites with is silenced when he looks me up and down like I’m his last meal and he never wants it to end. His gaze is hot enough to burn, and when he touches me, I feel it everywhere. Every insecurity I might have felt melts away with him.
“Fuck me,” I repeat to him. I roll my clit between my fingers and my back arches. Cade moves my hand to replace it with his, and I moan at his touch.
“You like that?” he asks huskily.
“Mmm, just like that, Cade.”
“Not yet,” he whispers in my ear as he pulls his hand away and straightens.
“Cade!” I pout. I squirm a little so the head of his dick rubs against me, and I want to give in to all the sensations.
He grins. “Do you promise to do the dishes if let you cum?”
“I promise, I promise,” I say quickly.
His gaze locks on me and smolders, and I shiver at the look. He pushes one finger inside me, and I sit back on my arms to give him all of me. He slips a second finger inside me, pumping in and out, his thumb caressing my clit into a hard nub.
“Cade,” I moan. “Oh God.” My hips rock against his hand as his fingers pump in and out of me, circling my clit with firm strokes. The pleasure builds inside, and he brings me over the edge. “Yesssss!” I cry out, my nails biting into his shoulders as I ride out the wave.
“So far so good with the table, then?” he asks. He has a hand planted on either side of me on the table and leans in to kiss me.
I hold onto him and kiss his neck, my lips sliding to his ear and biting gently. “Would be even better with you inside me.”
He lifts me off the table with ease and sets me down with my back to him. He nudges me forward so I can bend over the edge of the table. I wiggle my ass at him, and he slaps it playfully.
“So saucy this morning. What has gotten into you?” he asks, leaning over me.
“You – or at least, I’m trying to get you into me,” I banter back.
He grips my hips to hold me still, and his cock brushes over me. He teases me with carefully placed strokes of the head of his dick to my clit and then without warning, he pushes all the way into me.
“Oh my God,” I moan. I push back, and my ass connects with Cade’s hips, his groan filling the room. He rocks slowly, but I want more. I buck my hips, and Cade quickens his pace.
He reaches around, his thumb circling my clit in rhythm to his movements. I moan and whimper. “Please, Cade. More. Give me more,” I beg. He increases his speed, and I grip the edge of the table to stop from being pounded through it from his powerful thrusts.
“I’m so close, Cade.”
“Me, too, babe.”
He applies more pressure to his thumb strokes of my clit, and I feel his dick twitch inside me. I cry out his name as my second orgasm of the morning roars through me.
“Holy fuck,” Cade groans as I tighten around him. He groans as he comes, collapsing over me, his chest pressed to my back. We both try to catch our breath, and he pushes the hair from my neck to kiss me from my neck to my collarbone. I know he must feel my pulse racing as he does.
He straightens and pulls out, and I turn to look at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing the length of me against him to kiss him. “Bathroom?” I ask him.
“Just down there,” he points. I nod and head to clean myself up. When I return to the kitchen, Cade has his pants on and hands me the robe. I slip it on, and we finish clearing the dishes and wash them together.
It only takes a few minutes, made longer by the fact that Cade can’t keep his hand out from under my robe. He pulls me into the living room and down onto the couch, untying the robe and discarding it once again. His dick swells and tents the front of his jogging pants.
I giggle and reach inside his pants, stroking his length as I straddle his thighs. Cade leans his head back against the couch and moans. “That feels so good, babe.”
“I can’t believe you’re ready to go again. It hasn't even been ten minutes.”
“This is all you, Serena. You do this to me. Not something I’m used to.”
I lean in to kiss him and suck his earlobe between my lips. He lifts me off and sets me in front of him.
“Take off my pants,” he demands, settling back onto the couch.
I reach for the waistband and hook a thumb on each side. Cade lifts his hip as I tug the jogging pants down. His cock springs free, and I kneel between his legs, gripping his dick in my hands and stroking. I circle the head of his dick with my tongue, lapping at the bead of precum there.
“Serena,” he chokes out. He hauls me up onto the couch with him and holds me against him. He sweeps my hair from neck and kisses the soft skin that he’s discovered is most definitely a spot that revs me up. His hands massage my breasts, and I lean my head onto his shoulder, tipping my face to his. The kisses are messy and sloppy, but neither of us care. Cade’s hand slides down my chest, and he plunges a finger in me; my back arches, and he hold me tightly in his lap.
I move my hips as his fingers slide in and out of my folds, my ass rubbing his dick. I come quickly, calling out Cade’s name as I do. As soon as his hold on me loosens, I turn and shove him back, crawl down his body, and wrap my lips around his dick. He groans, and his head falls back on the couch. I wrap a hand around the base of his cock, stroking him as I work him with my mouth, lips sliding over him. I hear him hiss in a breath and then he pulls me off him, flipping me onto my back and pushing inside me in one motion.
“Ahhhh!” I cry out as he thrusts. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I buck my hips to his rhythm – and I know I am so close. He pulls all the way out and slams back into me, and I roll my clit between my fingers. Cade’s eyes lock on mine, and I feel my body tense and then shake as an orgasm tears through me. My pussy seizes hold of him as he continues to thrust while I ride out the wave of pleasure...and then he bursts, calling out my name.
He collapses over me and rolls so that I we face each other and we are a tangle of limbs on the couch as we catch our breath.
“When do you have to pick up Alan?”
“I told Ashley I’d be home around 1:00.”
He glances at the clock. It is only 9:00. “Good,” he nods. “We have time for another round.”
I laugh. “While these have been some of the best orgasms of my life, I’m exhausted, Cade. I need a nap. And then a shower.”
“We can kill two birds with one stone in the shower,” he whispers close to my ear.
“If you let me sleep in peace, I think that could be arranged.”
“Come on,” he says, untangling himself from me and getting off the couch. He holds his hand out to me and pulls me up, picking me up and
lifting me over his shoulder. “Let’s go back to bed and see what comes up after.”
I fall asleep listening to Cade’s heart beat, and when I wake up an hour and a half later, he’s still sleeping. I slip out of bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower. I walk back to the bedroom and shake his shoulder.
“Wake up, Cade,” I sing song close to his ear. He grumbles and puts a pillow over his head. I stifle a giggle. “I’m naked and getting in the shower,” I say before turning away from him. I am sashaying to the bathroom when I hear his feet hit the ground and then feel his arms around my middle. I squeal as he lifts me up and twirls me around. We are kissing and laughing as we make it inside his massive shower.
There is a lot of touching and kissing under the stream of water and Cade thinking he is being helpful by soaping me up and washing my body, his attention very focused on my breasts.
I decide to return the favor and start out by rubbing soap into his chest and then down his abs before I grasp his cock in my hands and begin to jack him off. He groans and leans back on the tiled wall, completely at my mercy as my hand slides up and down his shaft. I grip him a little tighter in one hand and squeeze his balls with the other. In moments, he is grunting my name, and his head rolls back as his cum spurts out over my hands.
“Now, I need to clean you again,” he says after he comes down from the high of his orgasm.
He pins me to the shower wall and lifts one leg over his for better access as he plunges a finger inside me, pumping in and out. He bends forward and kisses me behind the ear, sucking and nipping at the skin of my neck as he curls a finger inside me and plays my g-spot for everything it is worth. I am panting his name and crying out in seconds. My legs shake, and I’m positive I will slip, but he holds me upright. His finger slides out of me; a satisfied smirk spreads over his face as he pulls his finger between his lips to taste me.
“Next time, I want the full experience,” he winks.
When we finally get out of the shower and dry off, it is almost time for me to head home. We’re both quiet as we get dressed and head downstairs, knowing we have to return to real life. It’s been an incredible time, and I don’t want it to end, but reality is crashing into my thoughts.
We make small talk during the drive to my place and plans to have lunch that include Alan in a few days. Cade pulls into my driveway where Ashley’s car already waits. I lean over to kiss him and he pulls me in for a hot, searing kiss that I won’t soon forget.
“I’ll call you tonight,” he promises. “And, I’ll be thinking about you for every second in between, especially the face you make when you cum.”
I blush and kiss him again. “Goodbye, Cade,” I say, a little breathless when I pull away from him. I hurry to my front door and turn back, waving at him as he watches. When I’m inside and the door is closed, I lean back against it with a sigh.
“Well?” Ashley demands, popping out of nowhere and startling me.
I place my hand over my heart. “Ashley!” I admonish her. “You scared the crap out of me.”
She doesn’t reply, instead studying me intently before her eyes go wide and a huge grin breaks out across her face. “You had sex with him!” she says in a loud stage whisper.
“Shh!” I hush her. “Where is Alan?”
“Napping. He just went down like ten minutes ago. And, don’t change the subject. Give me the details.”
“I am not telling you about my sex life,” I tell her as I start for the kitchen.
She follows. “Was it as good as you remember? Is he as sinful without clothes as he is with? Is he packin’?”
“Ashley!” I laugh. “Oh my God. Are you not getting laid enough that you need to hear about this?”
“Oh, I’m getting laid plenty, just not by anyone half as handsome as Cade Thomas. Come on, Serena. Give me something.”
“Okay, fine. It was better than I remember. So much better,” I giggle.
“How many orgasms?”
“Six.”
“Six?!”
I nod “Two last night, and four since we woke up this morning.”
“Sounds like he’s got one hell of a magical dick.”
“Even more magical fingers,” I sigh, thinking back on the last several hours.
“So, this is for real?”
“I think so.”
“Did you tell him?”
The question immediately throws an ice-cold bucket of water on my good mood, and I shake my head.
“You have to tell him, Serena. You’re in too deep now. It’s going to be a mess if he finds out and it’s not from you.”
“What if...”
“What if what?”
“What if he leaves?” I ask quietly.
“You really think he will?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s life altering.”
“He wouldn't.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Is this about-”
I cut her off. “No!” I say adamantly.
She lets it drop, and I’m relieved I don’t have to continue down the path she was headed.
“Look,” she starts. “If he leaves, then he isn’t man enough to be a part of your or Alan’s lives. But you need to tell him before this gets too out of hand. You’ll regret it if you aren’t the one to tell him.”
“I know, I know. I just never thought I’d meet up with him again, let alone start seeing him. It’s weird, and it’s not like it’s a simple thing to bring up in conversation. I’m going to tell him, I promise.”
“Soon.”
“Soon, I swear. Now, tell me what you and Alan did for New Year’s.”
“After you tell me how big Cade is.”
“I am not telling you that...but he’s very filling,” I tease.
She groans. “Of course, you would win the lottery with the football stud in bed.”
I laugh. “I’ll see if he has a friend; he did mention owing you some sort of thank you for watching Alan last night.”
“I’ll take a tall, dark, and handsome, please and thank you.”
Later that night, after I’ve gotten Alan to bed and I’m relaxing on the couch with some wine, I text Cade.
“Ashley says as a thank you, she’ll accept a date with any one of your football buddies, assuming he’s tall, dark, and handsome.”
“Maybe I should introduce her to Malcolm. He still plays for the Condors. He was a rookie during the last Super Bowl I won. I introduced you to him last night, do you remember?”
“With the curly black hair and gray eyes?” I ask.
“Well, can’t say I know what color his eyes are, but I’m pretty sure that’s him.”
“Ashley would DIE if you set her up with him.”
“I’ll call him tomorrow, see if he’s a free agent. So, how was your day?” he asks.
“Quiet. Alan was napping when you dropped me off, and Ashley left about an hour after I got home. I watched Finding Nemo with Alan, made dinner, and then we played with his cars before his bath and bedtime. Now, I’m enjoying a glass of wine on the couch. What about you?”
“I have a meeting with Tyler tomorrow about our show, so I’m going over some notes from our producer. I’d rather be with you, though.”
“You mean, you’d rather be naked with me.”
“I wouldn’t say no to that. I’ll never be able to look at my table the same again,” he teases with a wink.
“I was pleasantly surprised to be proven wrong about the physics of sex on a table.”
“Next time we can try the desk in my office. Or your table. You know, for scientific purposes,” he jokes.
“Or maybe my desk in my office?” I suggest.
“Why, Serena Jacobs, you little she-devil. Was that a proposition?”
“Maybe...” I type, adding a wink.
“I think I like this vixen side of you,” he replies.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Please do.”
I yawn, and although I
want to keep talking to Cade, my bed is calling me. It’s been a long twenty-four hours, and I need some sleep if I am going to keep up with my son tomorrow on the trip to the park I promised. So, I tell him just that and follow with, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight, Cade.”
“Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Serena. I know mine will be.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cade
The first part of the new year passes quickly, and things with Serena are beyond good. We are in a great place with our relationship, and I’m happier than I think I’ve ever been. We’ve seen each other nearly every day over the last two weeks, and I’ve been able to get to know Alan more, too. We’ve spent some time at her place throwing a football around and, for a three-year-old, the kid is a natural. I am amazed at how good he is for his age. I even mentioned to Serena that she should think about getting him involved with a kid’s league.
On this January morning, nearly halfway into the month, I get up earlier than normal and head over to her place to have breakfast with her and Alan. We banter back and forth over pancakes, and it feels a little like we’re our own little family. It’s a feeling that makes me all warm inside. After breakfast, I help Serena by doing the dishes while she helps Alan gather his things, and then we walk outside together. I steal a quick kiss before she leaves to drop Alan off at daycare, and I head off to get in a workout. I’m disappointed I won’t see Serena again today, but I’m already working on something romantic for Valentine's Day.
Tyler is meeting me at the gym, and as I cross the parking lot, I spot him. He lifts a hand to wave when he sees me.
“Hey, man. You’re late,” he greets me.
“I’m not late. We said nine-thirty and it’s nine twenty-nine,” I insist.
“You’re always here before me, and I get here ten minutes early.”
“I came from Serena’s; traffic was worse than I anticipated.”
His eyebrow shoots up. “Serena’s? You spent the night at her place, finally?”
“No. We’re not quite there yet. I mean, Alan still thinks me and his mom are friends.”
“It’s been a month,” Tyler states.
