Mad Love (Slateview High Book 3)

Home > Other > Mad Love (Slateview High Book 3) > Page 13
Mad Love (Slateview High Book 3) Page 13

by Eva Ashwood

“Are you mine, Princess? Are you ours? Do you belong to us?”

  “Yes,” I breathed, shifting my head to the side, wanting more of his mouth and hands everywhere. “Yours. All of me.”

  He drew back slightly, the muscles in his neck standing out like thick cords. His tongue slid out to lick his full lower lip, and my core clenched, a flood of anticipation moving through my body.

  “All of you,” he repeated slowly.

  Then, for the second time in one night, I was moved so quickly that the world spun in my vision. But this time, I wasn’t picked up and thrown over Kace’s shoulder. This time, I was spun around so that my front side was facing the exam table. I sucked in a breath as Kace’s arms wrapped around my waist like two pythons, pinning me against his large frame.

  “All of you,” he breathed in my ear, the word raspy and raw. His cock was hard. I could feel it through the fabric of my skirt, pressing against me urgently, insistently, like a warning.

  “Yes.”

  The word was a low gasp, and when one of his hands slid down between my thighs, I ground against it.

  “Then I’m going to take what’s mine, Princess.”

  Even as he spoke, his other arm released me, and he began gathering the fabric of my skirt in his grip, hauling it up so the hem brushed against the backs of my legs. Higher. Higher.

  When the cool air of the room drifted over my exposed ass, Kace drew in a ragged breath. “Bend over.”

  I did as he commanded without thought, my legs shaking slightly as desire and nerves roiled inside me.

  I knew what he was going to do.

  What I’d begged him to do. What I’d wanted so badly that night in the pool.

  He was going to fuck my ass.

  My stomach clenched at the thought, my whole body going rigid. Jesus. He barely fit in my tiny pussy. How was I ever going to take him in my back hole?

  Maybe he sensed the sudden change in me, because Kace’s touch, while still demanding and possessive, became gentler. He pressed between my shoulder blades, urging me down farther, and when I complied, he slid his hand down my back.

  My cheek pressed against the cool, smooth surface of the table, and my hands gripped the edges of it like I needed to hold on to stay upright. My entire body felt like a live wire as Kace draped the gathered fabric of my dress over my lower back, leaving my ass and legs totally exposed.

  His palms slid over my rounded curves, squeezing and massaging my flesh, and as he touched me, the hottest fucking noises I’d ever heard spilled from his lips. They were low, incoherent, barely even sounds at all. They were animalistic and primal, and they made my inner walls clench so hard that my clit throbbed.

  A gush of wetness dampened my panties, and I knew Kace noticed it, because he stopped moving for a second. Staring at me. Staring at the dark spot spreading over the crotch of my panties.

  “Is that for me, Princess?” he murmured, still running his hands over me, his calloused palms sliding over my skin. “Is that cream for me?”

  His fingertips dipped inside my panties, smearing the wetness over my folds before dragging it down my thighs. I was breathing harder, and more wetness seeped from me as that one small touch sent my pulse skyrocketing.

  “It’s always for you.”

  He growled low in his throat. “Good girl.”

  Then his fingers slid inside my panties again, and this time, instead of dragging my sticky arousal down my thigh, he slid his fingers upward, teasing my puckered hole.

  “You wanted to make sure I’d get you nice and ready, didn’t you?” He repeated the gesture, making my ass clench and my legs shake. “You gave me all this cream to make sure you’re nice and wet.”

  “Uh huh,” I gasped.

  I barely even knew what I was saying anymore. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else as his finger slowly worked its way inside my ass. The wetness that he’d coated his fingers with helped him glide inside the tight opening, and the sensation was foreign but… good.

  He had gone much deeper than this when I’d been in the pool, but I could tell he was working his way up to it. I was grateful, but when he rotated his finger gently, stretching me out a little more, I couldn’t help it. I bumped back against him, seeking more. More sensation, more fullness, more everything.

  His other hand, which had been resting on my ass, squeezed hard enough to leave five fingerprints, and I could practically feel him tensing behind me. “Greedy,” he muttered, a pleased note in his voice. “So fucking greedy.”

  “Kace. Please!”

  “Fuck.”

  With no more warning or preamble, he slipped his finger out of me, then shoved my panties down my legs. I was still wearing the heels I’d put on to match my dress, and he made no move to take them off as he slid his hands down my legs and lifted my feet to pull my underwear all the way off.

  His lips devoured the skin of my calves, my thighs, the backs of my knees, and it was such an overload of sensation on a place that had never received that much attention before that I found myself panting against the smooth surface of the table, shifting my hips desperately as my hands clenched and unclenched.

  I needed release. I needed relief. I was so fucking desperate, so ready to come, so close.

  “Touch yourself, Coralee.” Kace bit down on the swell of my ass cheek, and I jumped. He licked the sting away, then slid one finger through my folds from behind, brushing against my clit as he did. “Make yourself come. Open yourself up for me.”

  He kept his fingers there as I slowly unwrapped one of my hands from the edge of the table, and when my fingertips found my clit, his joined them. For a moment, we were both touching the little bundle of nerves, our wet fingers sliding together. He placed his over mine and felt the rhythm as I began to massage myself in tight circles, moving fast and hard as I chased the orgasm I needed so badly.

  “Fuck, yes. Fuck.” He sounded as close to losing it as I was, and he slicked his fingers in my wetness again before bringing them up between my ass cheeks. “Like that, Princess. Fucking come.”

  And I did. My fingertips blurred on my clit as I tightened and convulsed, pleasure moving through me like an unstoppable wave. As aftershocks made me shudder, I felt the pressure of a fingertip at my back hole, and this time, Kace did go deep. He slid in until he felt me tense, then paused a second before pushing in farther.

  When he added a second finger, my toes curled inside my shoes, my back arching as my head came off the table. For a second, the fear returned, but then Kace’s large body draped over mine. He brushed the hair off my neck and kissed his way up the side of my throat, brushing his lips over my ear.

  “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

  I turned my head, craning my neck to find his mouth and kissing him hard and deep as his second finger joined the first, working slowly into my ass, lubricating and stretching, letting me adjust to the feeling.

  It still hurt a bit, but the pain was beginning to fade as adrenaline tore through me, leaving just the feeling of fullness.

  The feeling of some unfulfilled promise.

  Of intense need.

  “Keep touching yourself,” he muttered against my lips. “Don’t stop. And push back against me.”

  I did as he commanded. My body was already hungry for another orgasm, and heat began to spread through my lower body as I massaged my aching clit again. I wasn’t sure how he knew how to do this so well, how to work with my body and keep me relaxed—and then the sudden, unpleasant thought struck me that even though this was my first time, it might not be his.

  A surge of possessive jealousy reared up in me, and I felt a violent need to erase the memories of any other girl from his mind. To wipe them out of existence. To be the only one he ever thought about.

  I pushed back against the intrusion of his fingers with my inner muscles, and when I relaxed, he slid in deeper, moving the two thick digits to stretch me out even more.

  My knees were shaking, and I could feel a sheen of sweat cover
ing my skin. My breath was coming in short, choppy pants as an overload of sensations assaulted my nerve-endings.

  “Kace! Fuck… Kace!”

  My cry was naked and raw as I wrenched my lips away from his, and I didn’t give a shit whether he’d locked the door behind us or even whether he’d closed it. All I cared about was the feel of him inside me, the emptiness he was filling with both pleasure and pain.

  “Are you ready, Coralee?” he asked, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jaw. His kisses were soft, but the movement of his fingers in my ass had become rougher, making my hips sway forward every time he plunged into me.

  “Yes,” I grunted. “Yes. Yes.”

  And then his fingers were sliding out of me, leaving me feeling strangely barren and empty. A second later his clothes rustled, and the sharp hiss of a zipper made goose bumps scatter across my skin. I felt the heat of him behind me before he even touched me, and when his hands fell on my hips, my breath caught.

  He held me firmly, his hips pulsing forward as his cock slid between my legs, between my folds, brushing against my fingers as they worked my clit. I could feel him coating himself in my wetness, and I gathered more for him, slipping my fingers inside myself before sliding them over the underside of his thick shaft.

  He’s so big. He’s so fucking big.

  A thrill of fear ran through me, but it only heightened my arousal, and as Kace pulled back slightly, my fingers found my clit again, ramping up the need coiling inside me even more.

  One of his large hands left my hip, and I could feel him lining himself up, positioning the head of his cock right where I would take him.

  Then…

  Pressure.

  A bite of pain.

  Kace’s free hand on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh with a steely grip.

  His low grunt, which echoed the same pleasure and pain I was feeling.

  “You’re so tight. Fuck, you’re tight.” He was breathing harder too, his body tense as a wire behind me, as if it was taking all his self-control not to snap and surge into me hard and fast. “Push back, Cora. Let me have you. You’re fuckin’ mine.”

  The possessiveness in his voice ricocheted through my body, starting at my heart and ending in my clit, and I came again, a rolling orgasm that flowed through me like water.

  “Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that.”

  Kace kept muttering words of praise and encouragement, and both his hands were on my hips again, his tight hold keeping us both steady as my feet shook in my high heels.

  I kept coming and coming, and he kept pushing inside, inch by slow inch, until finally, we were completely connected. I could feel his steely thighs pressing against the backs of my legs, feel the texture of his jeans on my sensitive skin, and I drew in a shuddering breath, trying to memorize everything about this moment.

  The moment I gave myself entirely to Kace.

  His upper body draped over mine again, one hand moving up to capture my jaw as he turned my head so he could kiss me.

  “I’m not gonna last long,” he muttered when the kiss broke. “You feel too fucking good.”

  “I don’t care,” I gasped. This had all been a fucking overload of amazing, new, terrifying sensations anyway. And I had already come three times. Now all I wanted was to feel him come inside me.

  “Say ‘blue’ if it’s too much.”

  Before I could respond to that, Kace drew out partway, his slick cock sliding against my tight walls, then plunged back in, his hips slapping against mine. I gasped but bit down hard on my bottom lip. There was nothing in the world that could make me say “blue” right now.

  And I realized just how much restraint Kace had been using before as he finally let go of it.

  His body bucked against mine, his hips pistoning hard and fast as he drove into me again and again. Pleasure and pain mingled until they were one and the same, and even though I’d stopped working my clit, I came again anyway.

  It was an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had before. It felt like getting ripped apart and fused back together, like I was a star exploding. I threw my head back, and Kace caught the underside of my chin, forcing my back to arch even more. He let out a loud, harsh grunt and then slammed into me one more time, grinding his hips against my ass as he flooded me with his cum.

  My whole body shook, the walls of both my core and my ass fluttering desperately.

  Breathing hard, Kace wrapped both his arms around me, lifting my torso off the table so we were pressed flush together. His cock was still buried in my ass, and the change of angle made a whole new flood of sensations hit me. Keeping one arm around me, he brushed my messy hair off my face with the other, craning his neck to kiss me.

  When he drew back, his moss-green eyes glinted in the dim light coming through the window. His expression was serious, calm… almost peaceful.

  “I love you, Coralee,” he whispered softly.

  Eighteen

  I love you.

  The rush of emotions that rose up in my chest was too much to process, and I sucked in a breath as tears stung my eyes.

  “Only you,” I said, laughing and crying at the same time, “could tell me that while you’re still inside my ass and make it sound romantic.”

  He smiled broadly, an expression that was so rare on his face that it seemed blinding in the darkness. “Hey. What we just did was extremely romantic.”

  I laughed again, and the vibrations the sound created in my body seemed to do something to Kace. He groaned, pulling me even closer as he circled his hips against my ass again, his cock pulsing slightly. Then he slowly withdrew, making sure to keep his hands on me so I didn’t slump into a heap on the ground.

  “Wait here.”

  He set my hands on the table to brace me up, then crossed to the other side of the room and returned a second later with a few tissues. He gingerly helped clean me up, touching me with such care and ownership that my heart seemed to swell inside my chest. After tossing the tissues away, he slid my panties back on and turned me around, lifting me up to sit on the exam table.

  I winced slightly, and concern darkened his features.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” I grinned. “A little sore, but I don’t mind.”

  His hand caught my chin again, tilting my face so he could examine my eyes, as if searching for any hint of a lie. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  I caught hold of his wrist, biting my lip as I looked at him. How could I explain that even when he did hurt me a little, he gave me so much more pleasure than pain? I liked it. I loved the contrast between the two sensations, the way it made me feel electric and alive.

  “I didn’t say ‘blue,’ did I?” I asked, my voice teasing. When he didn’t look satisfied with that answer, I looped a hand around the back of his neck. “Kace, I love you. And I trust you with everything. My body, my heart, and my soul.”

  His face stilled, a look almost like shock passing over his features. As if he hadn’t expected to hear those words from another human being besides Bishop and Misael in his lifetime.

  Well, I would fix that. I would make sure he heard them every day.

  “I love you,” I said again, just for good measure. But this time, I barely got the words out before he crushed his lips against mine, knocking the breath out of me with the force of his kiss.

  We made out for a while in the nurse’s office, our hands and lips and tongues unhurried and lazy as we indulged in each other. Just existing in the perfect stillness of this moment.

  Finally, Kace pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “We should get outta here.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed reluctantly.

  “I’m not takin’ you back to that fuckin’ dance.”

  “Good.”

  “Bish and Misael had a job to do for Nathaniel that couldn’t wait, or they woulda come with me. They dropped me off, but they should be done soon.” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and glanced at the screen. “Scrat
ch that. They’re already done. They’re on their way.”

  A grin spread across my face, growing wider and wider.

  Instead of having to spend the evening at a prom I never wanted to go to, I was going to spend it with the three boys I loved. And fuck anyone who tried to stop me.

  Kace helped me down off the table and kept an arm around my waist as he unlocked and opened the door. I wasn’t quite sure how he knew the layout of the school so well, but he didn’t hesitate as he started leading me toward the front entrance.

  But as we passed by the gymnasium, I saw Barrett striding toward us from the other end of the hall. I tensed immediately, and his eyes narrowed when he caught sight of me.

  “What the fuck are you doing, Cordelia Van Rensselaer?” he barked, like I was a wayward child who had broken a rule. “You think it’s acceptable to just walk out on me like that? I am your date. I am your fiancé—”

  “No.”

  I stepped forward, putting my body between him and Kace. I could practically feel the blond boy behind me, muscles tensing like a bull preparing to charge. But this time, I hadn’t stepped up because I didn’t want Kace to fight. I’d done it because I didn’t need him to.

  “What?” Barrett’s face scrunched up unpleasantly, and he looked like he’d just swallowed something bitter.

  “I said no,” I repeated, standing taller. I could still sense Kace right behind me, a silent support. “It’s fucking done, Barrett. It’s over. I don’t care what I have to do. I don’t care if my dad cuts off my entire inheritance. I will never marry you.”

  The boy in front of me blinked a few times, as if his brain was having a hard time comprehending my words. Then he let out a choked laugh.

  “What, so you’d give up everything for this piece of shit?”

  He shifted his gaze behind me, and fury flared hot and white in my veins. I could feel Kace start to move, but I was way ahead of him. Before he could step around me and punch Barrett, I grabbed the smarmy boy by the shoulders and drove my knee up as hard as I could between his legs.

  “Fuuuck!”

  The word was wrenched out of him as his body folded in half, his hands flying to his crotch as he tumbled to the floor. My skirt got caught up in his legs and he almost took me with him, but Kace latched an arm around my waist and hauled me away.

 

‹ Prev