by Nina Park
We’d done this before, but it had never felt so emotionally charged. With each movement of my hand, I felt like I was giving him a glimpse into my heart. I wanted Cade to know how much I trusted him. Honestly, I wanted to convince myself of that, as well. I wanted to quell my doubts and give myself over to him. All of me.
Still gripping him, I stood on my tiptoes, so our lips were less than an inch apart. I felt his warm breath on my face, and I looked into his eyes.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
Cade immediately jumped into action. My hand slipped out of his pants as he bent down and wrapped his arms around my thighs, hauling me up against his body. He crossed the room in a matter of seconds and dropped me down on the bed, his body following mine down. His hands found the hem of my dress and pushed it up my body and over my head, throwing it in a far corner of the room.
I didn’t have a bra or underwear on, so I was spread naked before him. Cade pressed his lips between my breasts and trailed kisses up and down my body, nipping my skin with his teeth, sending tingles of pleasure through my skin.
I tugged on his shirt, and he lifted himself up, allowing me to pull his shirt off. Once that was gone, he pushed his already unbuttoned jeans off and pulled off his boxers, too. We were both completely naked, and once again, I found myself marveling at the size of him. I couldn’t imagine how he would fit inside of me, but I was excited to try.
Cade pushed my knees apart and positioned himself between my legs. He licked a line up my inner thigh and left small kisses along my hip, leaving fire in his wake. Then, before I even knew what was happening, his mouth was on me. He sucked and swirled and lapped at my center, leaving me breathless.
My hips bucked upwards, and Cade used both hands to press me into the mattress. I was helpless beneath his touch, and I gave myself over to the sensation. I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut. It was overwhelming. All I could do was moan. If we hadn’t been in a sex club, people surely would have thought someone was being murdered in our room.
Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take another second of his mouth on me, Cade pulled back. I looked down to see him studying my body. His eyes paused on my curves, the dip of my stomach, the stretch of my hips. A small smile spread across his face. Then, his eyes met mine, and I saw mischief there.
He released his hold on my hip, and before I could ask what he was going to do, he leaned forward and inserted two fingers into me. My mouth fell into a wide ‘O’ as he stretched me further with each thrust. He pounded his fingers in and then curled them as he pulled out, stroking my insides in a way I didn’t think was possible.
It was an entirely new sensation and – though I didn’t think anything would ever top it – better than his mouth on me. He lowered down again and sucked at my center at the same moment his fingers stroked me. Fireworks went off in my brain.
My hips bucked wildly against him, and I clenched and unclenched every muscle in my body, feeling the waves of pleasure flow through me. I pulsed around his fingers, but Cade didn’t slow down. He continued to massage me through the entire orgasm, wringing each sensation out of the moment, not taking anything for granted.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair and grabbed handfuls of it, trying to find some way to ground myself in reality. Finally, the pulses slowed down, my hips lowered back to the bed, and Cade’s movements became soft and lazy. He pulled his fingers out and gave me one last kiss before crawling over my body, his arms on either side of my head, caging me in against the bed.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, kissing my cheek and then hesitating for a minute before kissing the side with the bruise, his lips tender against the skin.
I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him down to my lips. His mouth was soft against mine, and he let me open his lips with my tongue, meeting me with his own. We explored one another, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, sharing our air. When we pulled away, I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose and then lifted my hips up, brushing against his stiff cock.
“I want you inside of me,” I whispered.
Cade closed his eyes and groaned at my words. “You are so sexy.”
“Make me come again,” I begged, moving my hips, so the tip of him moved the length of my slit.
His hand gripped my hip, his fingers digging into the skin there, and he shoved me flat on the bed. Then, with a single thrust, his pressed himself against my opening and began pushing inside of me.
I gasped and tensed up, not used to being with someone so large. It was a beautiful kind of pain though.
“Don’t stop,” I begged when Cade hesitated, looking down to see whether I was okay. “Keep going.”
He listened, pushing himself further into me. Then, he pulled out and pushed back in, repeating the movement over and over, stretching me further with each thrust. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, interlocking my hands behind him, and held him close as he entered me.
Finally, he pulled all the way out and then pushed back inside of me, this time filling me completely. I felt his body flush against mine, and I squeezed him tighter, wanting to be as close as possible to him.
“You are so tight.” He groaned in my ear. His voice was deep and husky, a sexy rumble that vibrated in my chest.
He moved in and out several more times, making slow, easy movements. Then, without warning, he pulled out and slammed into me. Our bodies slapped together, and I groaned, arching my back with the force of it.
He pulled out and did it again. Each time, he slammed back into me, and each time I arched my back, lifting my breasts up to his mouth. He began sucking at my nipples while he pounded into me, and I grabbed at his hair, holding him to my chest. I angled my pelvis to give him better access.
I’d been with men before. Or, perhaps it would be more correct to say I’d been with boys before. Cade was a man. He knew how to hold me, how to manipulate our bodies to make us both feel good. He didn’t jackhammer into me for his own kicks. He glided in and out of me the way a cellist manipulated their bow.
Cade was a master, making art with our bodies, and I was an audience member enraptured by the beautiful symphony.
He pulled out of me and with one arm spun me around, so I was lying on my stomach. Using his knee, he pushed my legs apart and then settled himself between them. With one soft thrust, he pushed himself back inside of me. His weight came down on my back, and I felt his chest moving rapidly.
“God, Falyn.” He groaned, still moving with small thrusts that were setting my insides on fire. “You feel so good.”
I lifted my hips and pushed back, meeting him on each thrust, moaning as my body began to tremble and quake around him. I’d never been taken from behind in a way that didn’t feel demeaning. Usually, it was rough and fast, and when the guy was done, he’d push my hips aside and let me collapse in an unsatisfied heap on the bed.
Cade, however, was taking his time. He let me feel every single inch of him as he slid in and out. A small fire sparked to life in my belly, growing stronger with each thrust, with each connection of our bodies.
“You’re going to make me come again,” I said in a breathy whisper.
Cade groaned and pushed into me harder, grinding his hips against my body once he was all the way inside of me. He gripped my waist for better leverage as he thrust into me again and again. With each connection, I felt myself moving closer to the edge. I twisted and turned and clenched, aching for the release I knew was waiting.
Then, Cade’s hand slid from my waist to my front, and he began to stroke my most sensitive spot, drawing circles across my skin as he entered me from behind. He timed the circles with his thrusts, and my stomach began to twitch uncontrollably. Next, my legs spasmed. My hands grabbed handfuls of the mattress, and I buried my face into the fabric, biting down on whatever I could find, trying to stifle the scream I felt rising up within me.
“Come for me, baby.” Cade was hoarse in my ear, breathless. I felt his body be
gin to spasm. Long, rhythmic pulses of his muscles that could only mean one thing. “Come with me.”
That was all it took. Knowing how much pleasure I’d given Cade and his expert control over my body had tipped me over the edge. I screamed into the mattress as my body liquefied, turning into a puddle of sex and pleasure.
I felt the warmth of Cade on top of me and inside me, and I wanted to lay there forever in that bliss. I wanted to keep my eyes closed and forget where I was. I just wanted to feel Clade around me, and in me, I wanted to let our bodies meld together until everything bad was a distant memory.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.
“I have to go,” he said, his lips moving softly against my neck. He kissed me, and I turned into it, savoring the feel of him.
“No. Stay,” I said, though I knew he couldn’t.
“I would if I could. God, I’d never let you leave this bed if that was a possibility.” He pulled out of me and flipped me over, his hands running down my body. “I’d kiss every inch of you. I’d memorize the feel of your body so I could bring you to an orgasm with the snap of my fingers. I’d make you come until your eyes crossed and your toes curled, and you didn’t think you’d ever be able to walk again.”
His words made my entire body tingle, and I bit my lip. “If you don’t stop it, I might just come for a record third time.” I giggled.
I looked down and saw one of his eyebrows raise. Then, he dropped out of view, and I opened my mouth to say something but snapped it closed when I felt where his mouth was. His tongue licked me from top to bottom, and my entire body shivered. I didn’t understand how I had any functioning nerve endings left.
“Cade, you don’t have to do this,” I said, running my fingertips along his scalp, laying my head back as he sucked at me. I was being honest. He didn’t have to do this, but I was sure as hell going to enjoy it if he did.
“I love setting records,” he said before diving back in and slipping his tongue inside of me.
His hands moved up my legs and across my stomach until they found my breasts. He massaged my nipples between his fingers, bringing them to tiny pebbles and making me moan. He worked my body for what felt like an eternity, pleasuring every part of me individually and at once, creating an orchestra of sensation that had me bucking into his mouth and biting down on the palm of my hand.
“Oh, God.” I moaned, using one hand to grab his head, the other to run through my own hair. It felt as though I was falling apart and being pieced together all at the same time. “Cade.”
Then, I fell. I spasmed and jolted, my muscles exhausted from the parade of orgasms Cade had given me.
As I finished, he crawled over my body and kissed me, opening my mouth with his and slipping his tongue inside. We fit together perfectly, in every way. And once I was finished and we were putting our clothes back on, I told him so.
“Seriously, I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so in sync with another person before.”
He laughed. “That’s because you’ve never been with anyone who knows what they are doing.”
I resituated the faded fabric of my shirt over myself and fell back on the bed, watching Cade slip into his leather jacket.
“How did things go with Marco today?”
His jaw clenched ever so slightly before he could stop himself. “Fine. Great. We are getting close to a deal.”
I didn’t believe him for a second, but I didn’t want to say so. I knew Cade was doing his best to help me. Or, at least, I wanted to believe that.
He walked towards me, hand extended, and I accepted it, letting him pull me to my feet.
“You’ll be out of here in no time,” he said, folding me into his chest and wrapping me in his woodsy scent. “Next time I talk to Marco will be the last time. I promise.”
My mind was warring between hope and uncertainty. So, I nodded against him, hiding my face because I wasn’t sure what expression he would find there.
Chapter Seventeen
Cade
Once Falyn and I slept together, her fate was sealed. No matter what Marco said, no matter what Guts said, no matter what happened, I would get here out of there. I had to. There was no way I could walk away knowing she was trapped there.
She’d been so soft and warm in my arms, and what she’d said afterward had resonated with me. We truly were in sync. It felt like we’d been together in that way one thousand times before. Suddenly, Gina sticking her hand down my pants at the Stone Devils’ clubhouse felt like a joke. Had I been deluded enough to think that was sexy?
No, Falyn was sexy. The way she moved, the way our bodies fit together, the way she fell apart around me every time she came. That was sexy.
I spent the two days after we slept together thinking about her, dreaming about her, looking forward to the moment she walked free and we could be together outside the confines of Marco’s clubhouse. When it finally came time for me to meet with Marco, I was ready. I’d psyched myself up. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I wouldn’t let him distract me or leave the meeting early or reschedule. We were going to come to terms and Falyn would be mine. Well, she would be free, but as far as Marco was concerned, she would be mine.
The day felt too perfect for the mission set before me. Clear blue skies, light breeze over the water, no humidity. Marco’s property, however, left an ominous shadow across the street. The windows on the first floor were grimed over and boarded up, and I stared up at the hulking shape, hoping it would be the last time I ever saw it. Once the Stone Devils went legit, we’d have no reason to do any further business with Marco, which was a welcome thought to me.
I held my head high and kept my shoulders back as I was lead to the bar area by one of Marco’s men. Marco was already there, drink in hand, and he didn’t look up as I walked in.
“Good morning, Marco,” I said, outpacing the young kid leading me, my voice echoing off the high ceilings.
Marco looked up, surprised. He cocked one eyebrow, tilted his head slightly, and smiled. “Well, good morning, Cade.”
I caught a hint of surprise and annoyance in his voice. Marco liked to be the loudest voice in the room. He wanted to be the surprise, the person who caught you off guard and left you feeling nervous, never sure what he would do next.
Just as I took the seat across from him, Marco stood up, slapping his empty glass on the table.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked, pointing at me and then stepping away from the table before I could answer. “I’d rather meet in my office. Let’s move to my office.”
“Let’s,” I said, not letting him ruffle me. He could change the location of the meeting eight times for all I cared. The location didn’t matter. What mattered was the negotiation, and that could happen anywhere.
I followed Marco back across the large lobby, up a flight of stairs, and down a bright, narrow hallway. I’d never been to the second floor of the building, and I was surprised to find it was much nicer than the first floor. More sleek and modern. The first floor looked like the rundown lobby of a hotel that had once been frequented by the stars. The second floor looked like the new hotel all the stars switched to.
In his sharp black suit, Marco stood in sharp contrast to the light gray carpet, white walls, and bright lights. He looked like the devil marching through the hallways of Heaven.
“Sorry to move the location of the meeting so abruptly,” Marco said once he was seated behind his large wooden desk, hands folded in front of him. “I don’t usually like to do business in my office because it’s my private space, and I like to keep it separate from my work life. But you and I are becoming friends.”
I wondered how many suckers had bought this line. Marco was trying to make me believe we were friends. He wanted me to see him as an ally, probably so I wouldn’t say anything when he tried to lowball me in negotiations. Even though I saw right through his trick, I had to admire him for trying.
“I’m fairly adaptable,” I said.
Marco nodded. “Most g
ood businessmen are, and I’ve always pegged you as a good businessman.”
“Is that right?” I asked, trying to contain my growing smirk. Flattery will get you nowhere, Marco.
“I have a good eye for this type of thing.” Marco tipped back in his chair and placed his feet on the top of his desk, so I was looking at the scuffed soles of his shoes. “It’s just a sense I get about people. It helps me know who I should work with and who I should send packing. It’s all about making good deals, and one tip for you, my friend: bad businessmen will waste your time with pitiful offers. You can sit in a negotiation for days, and someone who is bad at business won’t know a good deal if it were to hit them square between the eyes.”