Bared by Him

by Red Garnier

  He’d wake up to find her softly kissing him, delineating his muscles like she wanted them memorized in her head, and he’d realize he was already hard from her attentions. He fucked her unfailingly in the middle of the night, sometimes several times, and he took care of her in the morning, too.

  The reminders stirred his blood, for he hadn’t had her all day, and his balls had started to ache a while ago when he kept remembering the way she’d looked in that little blue dress before she left to see her friend.

  He heard the door click shut and he closed his laptop, his heart kicking into gear.

  Ivy strode straight across the living room and down the hall, failing to see Cade sitting over by the unlit Christmas tree as she padded directly to her bedroom.

  She may think he was still with his friends, he supposed, so he followed her to her bedroom and heard the shower running in the bath. He tried the knob, and it opened.

  For a moment he stood at the threshold, getting aroused while at the same time getting emotionally assaulted. She … God, she did things to him. There were no words, no freaking words, to describe her slim, little naked figure, and what it did to him. She was facing the water, scrubbing her face, giving him an ample view of her lovely curved butt.

  Heart pounding as animal instincts roared to life, he jerked off his T-shirt. Maybe she would get pissed, for she’d made it clear a dozen times that she didn’t want him to see her fully naked. Cade didn’t care. He shoved off his pajama bottoms and shut the door quietly behind him, the sound muffled by the running water.

  They’d been apart all day and it had felt like another decade.

  He opened the glass door and felt the water mist over his skin as he entered. Soapy bubbles slid down Ivy’s face, tilted up to the showerhead. Easing up behind her, Cade curled his arms around her waist and splayed his hands possessively across her abdomen, pressing his erection up her backside.

  She stiffened in his arms as he bit her earlobe into his mouth. “You okay, baby?” he asked.

  “Cade.” She melted on that whisper, melted back against him, and melted his insides as well.

  His hands slid upward and covered her small breasts for the first time, flesh to flesh, and his cock jumped like he was a teenager with his first feel up. They were small and the nipples puckered in the water and he wanted to see them and lick them and suckle them dry.

  She turned in his arms and hid herself from him, burying her face in his neck, her hands tight around his neck as the water pounded her back.

  “I got you something,” he whispered into her ear.

  “What is it?”

  “You’ll see in a bit.”

  He soaped her up first, and she let him, bringing her arms to cover her breasts several times. He wanted to coo at her, to tell her not to be shy, but it endeared her to him, and he didn’t want to pressure her. Genghis had been broken when Cade had gotten him out of the pound, and the only way Cade was able to gain his trust was to back off until Genghis felt like coming to him.

  He got out first, toweled off, and brought a clean towel for her.

  “I’m not looking,” he said, a hand covering his eyes as he handed it to her.

  She took it, with a little laugh, then wrapped it around her small frame.

  “You can look now,” she whispered, going up on tiptoe to kiss his jaw.

  The small towel didn’t even cover him, hips to his knees, but it covered Ivy from her breasts to well below her knees.

  As she brushed her shoulder-length hair, he brought her the checks he’d wheedled out of his friends today when he’d invited them to lunch. Luke, Daniel, and Graves had each written her foundation a check for a million dollars.

  Ivy set down her brush to take them and gasped when she realized what they were. She covered the O of her mouth, her eyes lit with gratitude when she looked up at him. “Cade! Ohmigod! You didn’t have to do this.”

  A thousand knots twisted in his chest, then released in an explosion of emotions. Making her happy suddenly made him feel like … like a man. Like her man. “My friends have money,” he said roughly, nodding meaningfully at the checks. “They can help. Your foundation. And your friends.”

  “They?” She slid her hands into his hair, then tucked her head down and cuddled. “You’re helping, too, Cade.”

  “Ahh, because I’m selfish,” he murmured against her scalp, holding her close. “This way you don’t need to go search for donations elsewhere now. And I can keep on playing with you a couple of more days…?” He glanced questioningly into her face.

  Her head tilted further back as she regarded him, and a sadness he didn’t expect spread across her expression then, taking him aback. “I still need to go.” She cupped his jaw in both of her cool, small palms and kissed his lips, softly and sweetly, which only served to open a rabid thirst for more inside of him. “Thank you, Cade. You have no idea how much this helps.”

  He brought her back against him and kissed her harder, with his tongue, his appetite voracious after their blood-stirring shower petting session. She squirmed in his hold and whispered, “Let me put on something.”

  “Why?” His breathing had escalated. Both of them were naked under the towels, both of them wet and hot. “I’m taking it off anyway.”

  “Hush, and don’t complain.” She cocked a saucy brow and spun free. “I got you something, too.” She playfully stuck out her tongue before disappearing into her closet.

  “It better be a fuck,” he growled.

  “It is!” she yelled back.

  His cock responded by lengthening the remaining inches under his towel. He dried off his hair, hung his wet towel, and waited naked for her in bed, aching all over. His blood stormed in his body, his skin crawled with need for her fingers, his legs tensed in preparation to pounce and subdue her and fuck her with all his strength.

  She came out in a camisole with a little lace bra, and he could still see her damp nipples poking out of it. His groin throbbed. He’d never been so turned on at the prospect of licking a woman’s breasts before. Of seeing them.

  He couldn’t appreciate her visually anymore when she turned off the lamp. But the moonlight illuminated her through the window, and then she was in bed, seeking him with her hands in the shadows, her mouth already open when it found and fused with his.

  They groaned together. He pulled her up closer and she hooked her limbs all around him as they lost each other in their mouths. Fire streaked across his veins, and the always there closed feeling in his chest spread open within him. He felt unraveled, unknotted, undone.

  It all made sense to him, when he had her in his arms. Everything. Life, death, sex … love. It all made sense to him these seconds when he held this woman, right here, restless and warm and ravenous, in his arms.

  His pupils adjusted to the darkness and he could make out her form more clearly now. He ran out of air, completely eroticized by her.

  She didn’t want a lot of foreplay today. Her need consumed her. Consumed him. Her pain needed somewhere to go. And he wanted to take it all from her.

  When she kicked her panties off and straddled him in only her camisole and bra, she shoved down to take all of his thickened cock inside her. He groaned and pushed up higher within her, giving her the deep thrust she craved.

  She groaned as her pussy enveloped him, rippling wet and tight around him. She started bouncing up and down. Ecstasy pummeled through his system as he shoved his hips upward and slid even higher, deeper, where she was wetter, hotter, tighter.

  Hungrily he sat upright and trailed his tongue up the curve of her neck as he stroked a wandering finger down the crevice of her buttocks. The sight of her rump in the shower today had made him mad. Mad.

  She mewed softly as he caressed the tiny rosette of her ass, releasing a sound of excited anticipation that Cade took as a yes. He eased his middle finger into the warm, tiny channel and gritted his teeth at the cock-stirring, gut-wrenching tightness, his balls twitching jealously. Her head rolled backwa
rd with a cry of surprise and a drawn-out moan of pure bliss that purred up her throat, the sound magnified in the darkness, completely erotic to his senses.

  Her pussy grabbed tighter to his cock as he mimicked the thrusts of his cock with his finger, feeling crazed mad horny because she liked being pleased like this as much as he wanted to come from it.

  Feeling out of control as her breathy moans became louder, he yanked on her camisole with his free hand, so recklessly that it tore at the top seams. Grunting, he nuzzled what he’d managed to expose of her breasts with his face and anxiously licked the top swell of one, above her bra, where she had that lovely freckle. “Move your bra so I can kiss your breasts, baby.”

  “I … they’re too small.”

  He groaned as he brought both his hands to urgently tug on her camisole, his cock pushing in and out, in and out. “Please, baby. Let me kiss and touch and see your breasts.”

  “Cade, I’m coming!” Ivy clutched his head against her chest with desperate fingers, bouncing harder over his straining length. She seated herself completely over every inch of his throbbing cock, and when he held her down and started pumping, her clit scraped against his pelvis, and she shattered.

  He could feel as the sheer, blinding ecstasy broke inside her, shooting in spasms down her slim limbs. Fevered and panting, he groaned and rolled her underneath him, prolonging her orgasm as he pinned her body by the hips and plowed to the hilt inside her, over and over again, making her scream, yelling out with her.

  Her sex opened to receive him. The tiny flutters of her orgasm stroked around the length of his pulsing dick. She was panting and beautiful, her nails clawing down his biceps as she came back from heaven and watched him fuck her like mad. Jesus, and he just loved fucking her. Was about to spill himself all over her. His muscles tensed as he shafted her harder, poising him for his release. He could feel his face straining from his efforts, his muscles flexing in his body.

  “Come inside me.” Her smoky voice wrapped around his balls as she stroked her fingers up her rib cage. “Let me watch you come.”

  When he saw her cup her covered little breasts with her hands and fondle them over her sexy bra, he couldn’t at the moment remember ever seeing a more erotic thing. Aware of her watching him, her eyes glazed in lust, he roared out her name with one last thrust and came undone for her.

  * * *

  The minutes flew by so fast, Ivy kept staring at the clock on her nightstand while listening to Cade’s steady, comforting heartbeat beneath her ear. It was past midnight.

  They’d stolen into her kitchen a while ago, and Cade had gorged on two peanut butter sandwiches and milk, while Ivy had made herself another mango veggie shake. They were never really able to slide back in bed together without wanting to fuck once more, so they’d been all over each other as soon as they hit the sheets.

  Ivy’s lust for him confounded her. Was it even possible to ever feel sated? Would she ever feel like this for another man again? Her throat closed on the answer, because she knew that Cade West was it. For her. And if she was half the decent human being she thought she was, then she had to let him go.

  Throat tight at the thought, she absently circled one of his nipples with her fingertip. She hadn’t closed the drapes tonight, and she could see him in the moonlight. Beautiful male, beautiful man. Her vagina ached to be filled up by him again.

  “I’m going to miss you, Cade.” Her whisper was tiny in the dark, and it almost sounded scared.

  He stroked the back of her head, quiet until the clock on the nightstand marked another minute. “You don’t have to go.”

  She raised her head to see his face, relaxed from his recent orgasm, but his eyes were watchful on hers. God, she didn’t know what he wanted from her, but she knew she wanted too much from him. More than what was fair to him. More than she could handle.

  Cade … he was like a raw, exposed nerve. And Ivy felt like her own live wires, her own exposed nerves, became electrified when she made the merest contact with him. Even a visual one.

  Aching to be with him again while at the same time dreading it would be their last time, she sat up and trailed her fingers down the center of his chest. Her touch made him hiss, and she could feel the currents inside him like electricity, seeping into her.

  Everything about him was so sinfully sexy, she could hardly stand looking at him without wanting to touch and lick him. She wished she didn’t have to leave. She wished she could … belong to him.

  Closing her eyes as she let her feelings wash over her, she bent and sank her teeth around a small, brown male nipple, and her womb clenched at the answering growl that tore from his chest. She wanted to tell him so many things, and at the same time, she wanted to show them to him.

  She suckled his nipple, and his fingers clenched around her scalp, locking her head closer to him, and that was all the encouragement she needed to lick him lower. And lower. And lower.

  When she reached his cock, she heard him groan in anticipation. “Ivy…”

  “Yes, Cade,” she answered, letting him know with those two words that she planned to blow him. Hard.

  She seized the base and looked at him through her lashes. The look on his face made her pussy ripple in hot need. He looked … destroyed by his need. By his hunger.

  Her throat closed with the force of her desire. Breathless and fevered on the inside, she licked her tongue over the bloated tip, lapping up the drops of pre-come gathered there. As the taste of him seeped into her, a merciless greed opened like a bottomless void inside of her. She wanted him so much. Too much.

  She slid her hands down his hard thighs, and her vagina pulsed needfully as she moved her tongue over his enormous, thick length. Up and down, she licked him, aware of him watching her with glowing silver eyes and a tightly gritted jaw.

  When she took him fully into her mouth, as much of his cock as she could fit, he hissed out a strained sound and swiveled his hips to push more of himself inside her.

  She almost choked and he quickly tangled his fingers in her hair and retrieved her head back an inch. “My bad…,” he said thickly. “Easy.”

  Desperate to go back in, Ivy nodded and closed her eyes shut as she licked up another pre-come drop at the tip. Salty and male and … Cade. “You taste so good … so…” Trapped by his gaze, she breathlessly stroked him with her fists as she looked into his virile face—ten times more handsome to her right now, when it was raw and primal, tensed and carved with lust. “Forbidden.”

  “Jesus. Lick me up, Ivy.”

  Her mouth watered, and hot little clenches gripped her pussy as she lowered her head back down. Her lips brushed across the crown, and his muscles contracted in response. She smiled up at him, and he gazed at her with a look of barely restrained control, like he was about to flip her over and screw her brains out.

  “Like this?”

  His nostrils flared when she licked a big circle around the folds of the crown, and he dropped his head back on the pillows, breathing fast.

  “Yeah, baby.” His hands gently caressed the back of her head, almost petting her. He moved his hip again, rolling toward her mouth. A tremor racked her body and she crammed the first few inches of him into her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck. Ivy.”

  Growing bolder, she cupped his ball sack in her palms and started a slow rhythm, her panties soaked as he watched her.

  “Do you like to swallow, baby?” His rough, textured voice magnified her need to alarming levels, and she wondered if she was in danger of climaxing just by feeling him spurt his semen inside her mouth.

  “I never have before, but I really want to.” She sucked up another drop of pre-come and shuddered, drunk by his taste. Intoxicated by him. Her eyes drifted shut and suddenly she couldn’t not taste him, couldn’t hold back from bringing him to orgasm with her mouth.

  As her head bobbed and her mouth moved frantically sucking his cock, he began plunging upward. “Oh baby,” he moaned, his body vibrating with tension. “Oh, God, yeah
.”

  She caught the lustful look on his face and her sex throbbed in response. He watched, his pupils engulfing the silver of his irises, as he slid his body in and out of her mouth, his long, thick cock wet and rigid and marked with veins.

  Ivy felt her own orgasm tease through her when he stiffened for a moment, then began spurting inside of her. She shuddered at her first taste of him, swallowing him up while trying to keep the pace she had set, her fingers joining her mouth to cover the lower part of him and caress his testicles.

  His dark head thrashed to the side, cords straining in his neck as he continued coming, feeding her body, her soul, with his semen, his essence, letting her taste what one day could join with her body to create life. The thought of one day having a child with this man undid her.

  When he suddenly recovered and sat up, staring at her with nearly black eyes and a predatory, panther’s gaze that promised her untold ecstasy, Ivy trembled in readiness.

  With one powerful move, he seized her by the waist and rolled her over, splaying her wide open on the bed. He was her every fantasy come to life, her every desire, her every longing and yearning, he had become it. And her pussy gripped with need, jealous that her mouth had had the pleasure of being filled by his cock. Her vagina walls quivered as he surveyed her, the tight ripples in her tissue producing more heated moisture at the prospect of being fucked.

  His chest gleamed with sweat, his nakedness arousing her beyond comprehension.

  He reached both hands between her parted thighs and opened them wider, thighs that felt liquid and weak, and then he slid both hands up the inside of her flesh, where he inserted the index finger of each of his hands into her vagina.

  The simultaneous penetration of each finger, at the same time, curling inside her sheath to stroke his fingertips in a sinuous scrape down her vagina walls, made her scream out. Pleasure collided with pain and gripped her in a whirlwind of unbearable sensations.