by R. S. Lively
I reach for his waistband and begin unbuttoning his pants, dying to see the hard cock pushing up against the seams. My mind is racing with all the different things I want to do with Cade when he suddenly pushes them down. His long thick shaft springs forward at me, and I no longer have to think about what I want. I grab him at the base and take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I hear him cry out in surprise and pleasure as I revel in the taste of him and how the sounds of him crying out vibrate through his body. I hear myself moaning softly, realizing that I have officially lost control of myself, which only emboldens Cade more. He places one hand behind my head and guides me, as I stroke his shaft with my hand and mouth.
I slide him into my throat as far as I can until I cough lightly. As I pause to regain my composure, Cade pushes me back so that I am lying on the bed. He leans over me, and I am surrounded by his body as he kisses down my neck again, briefly flicking my nipples with his tongue and tracing my center with his fingers. I continue to stroke him until he pulls himself down onto his knees and pulls my pants off, exposing the wetness soaked inside my peach lace panties.
With a careful, deliberate motion I look down between my heaving breasts to see him pull at my panties, sliding them off before tossing them to the floor. I am now completely nude, and the sense of vulnerability is overpowering.
Bending his head down, Cade slides his tongue along my thigh until it reaches my lower lips. He traces them before making his way above them, plunging his tongue inside me. I writhe beneath his touch, as his powerful arms reach under my legs and pull me closer to the edge of the bed. I gasp when his finger slides into my willing pussy. He begins to gently push it in and out of me as he teases my clit with his tongue.
I can’t take it anymore.
"Please," I whisper, barely audible, as I grab his hair and try to pull him up to look at me. "Please, I need you inside of me."
He grins again, and I feel a new wave of desire rush through me. He stands up, his pants in his hand now, and I see him reach into a back pocket. The mystery of his sudden disappearance is solved as I see him remove a small golden packet out and tear it open. He reaches down and rolls the condom down over his cock, and I scoot back onto the bed, laying my head on the pillows. He crawls toward me and lays between my legs, his stiff dick nudging at my opening but not entering. He kisses me tenderly, and our eyes lock.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
I nod, and his grin gets wider. He pulls himself up on his hands, and his muscles ripple across his chest and arms. I reach for him, running my hands along his back as he slides himself into me. He fills me fully and begins to push deeper, stretching my walls and bringing me to the line between pleasure and pain. My entire body tenses as I adjust to his girth, and slowly, I relax into him. His motions are slow and deliberate, and I reach farther down, grasping onto his toned ass and pulling him deeper into me until our hips are grinding together. He moans deeply, and I lose track of reality as my body explodes into an orgasm that has me whimpering with pleasure. I shake as an incredible wave of bliss flows over me and my cheeks burn from the heat.
He picks up speed now, slowly at first, but rocks into me with greater intensity as I cry out in ecstasy. Soon he is pounding into me with furious desire, and I lose the ability to make sounds, my mouth stuck open and my eyes closed as the force of my orgasm overwhelms me. I hear him moan louder and more urgently before letting out a tremendous roar as his body seizes up. I feel myself milk him with my pussy as he pulses wildly into the condom inside of me.
Slowly, Cade lowers himself down and then rolls to the side. His cock slides out of me, and he stands up to dispose of the used condom. After a few minutes, he jumps back into bed, and I turn my body, curling my back into him. He wraps his arms around me as I nuzzle further into him and he kisses the top of my head. Within moments, I drift off to a hazy, contented sleep.
14
Fiona
Two days later…
The only thing that could rival waking up naked and satisfied in Cade's arms is the sound of a delivery man hauling in the brand-new washer and dryer that was ordered for the house several days ago.
No. That's not true. The two don't even compare. I'd wash the laundry in a freezing river and dry it by running naked through a field of poppies until I passed out, and still be perfectly happy as long as I got to crawl into bed with him each night.
But for now, I'm also extremely pleased with the top of the line appliances. Cade seemed amused at my delight when he told me these were the same models he had in his home. Though I had envisioned his Clue-board mansion to come with a large staff, he reassured me he does his own laundry, and most of his own cooking, at home. At least I know he still lives a fairly normal day-to-day life, even if he does own a drawing room. It makes the unsurmountable distance I envisioned between us after realizing how wealthy Cade was seem dramatic. Exaggerated.
With a new load of towels tumbling around happily, I head back outside to where Cade has returned to the wood chopping he abandoned when Jace left. Offering him a glass of tea, I take a moment to appreciate the view of his shirtless, sweating body. He takes a long sip of sweet tea before setting the glass down.
"Did you miss me?" he asks.
I nod as I step forward toward him. Tucking my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, I pull him closer, gently licking the sweat from his neck. Cade lets out a soft moan and brings his hands up to rest on my hips for a moment. He then takes a cube of ice from the glass and touches it to the side of my neck. The contrast between the cold ice and my hot skin is exhilarating, and my body starts to ache for him. Cade guides me backward toward the side of the house, pushing me up against it. I grind against him, groaning as his rapidly hardening erection presses into my belly.
Our mouths meet, and we tangle in an intense kiss before our lips part, and Cade begins to kiss along the side of my neck again. He makes his way down the scoop of my neckline, and I feel his breath on the swells of my breasts. I didn’t bother with a bra today, and I feel my nipples tighten against the fabric. Accepting the open invitation, Cade closes his mouth over the fabric and sucks my nipple between his lips. His hands slide under my shirt, lifting it up and tossing it to the side. Exposing my breasts, he draws a nipple between his teeth. I draw in a breath at the unexpected sensation and push Cade back. I turn him around, pressing him back to take my place against the side of the house. I release the button on the front of his jeans and draw the zipper down.
I'm thankful for the solitude of the house, but at the same time, I don't think I would care even if someone was close enough to see us. Tasting Cade and feeling his salty skin on my lips is intoxicating, and I crave more. His delicious cock springs out of his pants, and I wrap my hand eagerly around the thick shaft.
I tighten my hand around the base of his cock, holding it firmly before gradually increasing my speed into fast, intense strokes. Suddenly, his hand clasps my shoulder, and Cade pulls me to my feet. I don't resist. I give myself over fully to Cade's control, releasing my hand so he can exert his increasing desire. He pulls a condom from his back pocket before pushing his boxers and jeans down.
Cade winks at me, a roguish smirk crossing his face. “It’s always best to be prepared.”
“I didn’t know you were a scout,” I pant, dying to have him inside me.
Cade grins. “You know I wasn’t. Pull your panties down for me.”
Complying with his demand, I take my panties and pull them down to my knees.
I can’t believe we’re doing this outside. In broad daylight.
He rolls the condom down his hard length before flipping my skirt up and turning me around, positioning his powerful body behind me. I spread my legs as far apart as possible, and Cade pushes his thick cock inside my aching wet core, instantly stretching me open. He holds my hips tightly in his large hands as he begins to relentlessly pound into me, thrusting his hard cock inside of me one deliberate stroke at a time. Moaning, I turn around, kissing him deepl
y while he reaches one hand in front of me, using his thumb to stroke my throbbing clit. It feels so good to have Cade inside me. Desire rages through my body as I race to orgasm.
His grunts gradually become more insistent, and my moans more desperate, and I know we’re both going to climax soon. I feel his cock tighten inside me, and then begin to throb. I cry out with release as he slows his movements, rubbing my clit without mercy as his body slowly relaxes.
Cade
I gasp for breath as I savor the last few seconds of Fiona's sweet pussy luxuriously milking me. Our eyes meet as I tuck away my cock, and chuck the used condom into a nearby trash bin.
"So," she asks, a mischievous smile on her lips as she smooths her skirt down, "what's on the schedule for today?"
"More of that?" I ask, wagging my eyebrows suggestively.
"Perhaps," she says with a flirty grin. "Anything else, though?"
"There are a few things I'd like to finish up today, but I also have an errand to run if you’d like to come with me."
Fiona looks both intrigued and let down by the suggestion of an errand.
"An errand?"
"Franklin is going to the high school today to talk to the teacher who will be managing the woodworking program I'm sponsoring there. If you're up to it, I thought we could go and check it out. I'm sure Franklin could handle it, but I'd rather be there myself to make sure everything is implemented exactly as I envision it. I want it to be perfect."
Fiona smiles at me.
"I think what you're doing for the school is amazing. That’s going to make a difference for a lot of kids."
"I hope so. That's the whole point."
"What inspired you to do something like this?"
"Woodworking, contracting, plumbing... all the skills Gramps taught me were the foundations to my life. Without him teaching me those skills when I was younger, I don't know where I would have ended up."
"There isn't another job you might want?"
"It's not just that," I say. "I started spending time with your grandparents because my parents weren't taking care of me the way they should have. It's not like I was a little kid anymore, but I was still at that age where you need guidance and protection, but I was forced to kind of figure out the world myself. That's when things could have gone really badly. Being with your grandparents meant I had that guidance and protection, but it also gave me something to be interested in. Finding out I was a natural at all that stuff felt amazing. I never thought I would be any good at anything. Coming from the home I did, I didn't exactly have the best of role models. I know my parents loved me, but they had no idea how to parent. They certainly didn't have any skills, hobbies, or abilities they excelled at or were interested in. It never occurred to me I could accomplish anything. But Gramps changed that. He showed me I could be good at something, and that I could make a skill my own. But Gramps was a smart man. He knew just having a talent or hobby wasn't enough to change the course of my life."
"What do you mean?"
"He would always teach me just enough to lure me in, would get to something interesting, and then stop for the day. That way, I'd want to come back and learn the rest of it. Then he'd do it again. He'd present challenges for me to figure out, and he'd always have the next thing ready for when I mastered a skill, or if I started to look bored."
"So… He One Thousand and One Arabian Nights-ed you."
"Yes, he did. Gramps-herazade. But, it worked. I learned the skills, fell in love with the trade. Having that is what saved me. This program will give me the chance to share that with someone else who might need it. If I can help just one kid stuck at the crossroads of making a terrible, life-altering decision, all the money and time I’ve invested in this will be worth it.”
Fiona rises up on her toes to kiss me. Suddenly, her face changes.
"Wait. If all that teaching was for your benefit, why did I get dragged along and forced to learn about things like nails and the seven thousand distinct types of sandpaper? I didn't need to know any of that stuff. I didn't have any other option but to be there, so he didn't need to keep me fascinated."
I laugh, wrapping my arm around her waist as we head inside.
"You, babycakes, were bait."
"I was eleven!"
"The perfect age for a cradle-robbing thirteen-year-old."
Two hours later…
It feels strange to be walking down the hallways of the high school again. I haven't been back here since dropping out, and when I first walked back through those doors, I still felt like it was possible at any second for a teacher to come out of a classroom and drag me in.
We make our way toward the office, and I see the secretary's eyes narrow slightly when she looks at me. Her head tilts to the side as we approach. She looks familiar, and I realize it’s the same woman who sat behind this desk during my years at the school. She's older now and the years of dealing with students, and the occasional irate parent, flowing in and out of the office, have taken a toll on her once-smooth face. In the lines and wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, though, I see kindness, understanding, and a flicker of recognition.
"Cade Sawyer," I say. "I have an appointment."
Her eyes light up, and she grins.
"I thought that was you!" she gushes. I see her evaluate me, her head slowly shaking back and forth. "Well, look at you. I can hardly recognize you." She pauses briefly. "Cade Sawyer. I can't believe it. You certainly have grown up. Looks like you've done well for yourself."
I smile.
"I have to look good for work," I say. "I have to look professional. Make a good impression, you know."
"Well, you certainly do."
"Thank you." I glance over my shoulder to where Fiona stands a few feet behind me. "I bet you remember Fiona? Fiona Helms?"
"Hi, Miss Lee," Fiona says.
"Of course, I do," the secretary says. "Everyone knows Miss Rose's little girl. I guess you aren't such a little girl, anymore, are you? You grew up, too.”
"Is Mr. Norton available?" I ask. "I have an appointment with him."
Miss Lee flashes me a wry smile. "He's in his office, Cade. I'm sure you remember where that is."
It's meant as a lighthearted jest, but it feels like a pointed barb. Stepping back, I wrap an arm around Fiona's waist, guiding her in front of me so we can make our way down the narrow hallway toward the office. The door is standing open, and I edge in sideways behind Fiona.
"Mr. Norton?" I say.
I'm so focused on the man sitting behind the desk I almost don't notice Franklin sitting across from him. He stands when he hears my voice and beams at me.
"Hey, Cade," he says.
Hey? Did he just greet me with 'hey'?
I notice instead of his usual suit, Franklin is wearing a pair of slacks and a light sweater in a pale blue shade I'm sure some saleslady told him went perfectly with his eyes. I've done enough shopping in pretentious clothing stores to know when it comes to the wispy women in tight skirts and tall heels roaming the shops, they would gush about how well a neon yellow shirt complimented the man's eyes. I'm fairly certain it's in Chapter One of the “I Work on Commission” handbook.
Is it possible my assistant has decided he came dangerously close to tipping over the edge of insanity, and has now decided to try to play it cool and casual, or as close as he can come to it, as his approach to wooing Mr. Norton?
I'll go with it.
"Hey, Franklin. I didn't know you'd be here."
"I'm your assistant. I'm here to assist."
He laughs and, lord help him, Mr. Norton laughs, too.
"Hi, Franklin," Fiona says from behind me.
She sounds distinctly more pleased to see him than she did to see Miss Lee.
"Hey, Fiona," he says. His eyes drift back and forth between Fiona and me, and I see something flicker across his eyes. He leans back slightly toward the desk as if trying to get Mr. Norton's attention without looking at him. "Michael, have you had a chance to meet Fiona? F
iona, this is Michael Norton, the principal of the school."
Fiona steps into the office and extends her hand toward Mr. Norton.
"Hello," she says. "Cade told me about you."
I glance at her. I told her that he existed.
"Fiona is an alumna of Hoot Owl High," Franklin says, then turns his eyes toward me, "and a very...old friend of Cade's."
He knows.
"It's nice to meet you, Fiona," Mr. Norton says.
"You, too. It's funny – I still came in here expecting to see Mr. Hayes."
He smiles.
"So, it's been a while since you've been back to the school."
She nods.
"A few years."
I don't know why, but I'm starting to feel impatient. All this nostalgia is making me uncomfortable, and I want to just get on with it.
"Should we go over the plans from the donor here, or would you like to show us the program facilities first?" I ask.
The three of them turn to look at me, and I stare back, unflinching. I'm done with the small talk, and ready to move on to the point of the visit, so it was time to bring that particular conversation to an end.
"I suppose we should start with showing you the facilities," Mr. Norton says. "Then we can discuss what you've seen, and how it aligns with the vision of the donor."
"Sounds fine."
I realize then I never fully entered the office, and I have to step further in to get out of the way so Mr. Norton can walk past me. We fall into step behind him. Mr. Norton, Franklin, Fiona, and then me form an awkward little parade as we make our way through the outer main office and into the hallway that leads further into the school.
"The donor?" Fiona asks quietly, looking up at me.
I glance down at her.
"Yes."
"I thought you were the one paying for this program."
