TWENTY-EIGHT
The belt came down on Tessa in a ruthless pattern of blows, never quite hitting the same spot, but sending a continuous wave of burning, humming energy over her body. She wouldn’t be surprised if she glowed in the dark. Pain had become something unrecognizable by the fourth or fifth swat, and now the throbbing kept time with the pulsing ache in her clit. Everything was sensitive and on high alert, even the parts of her that hadn’t been touched.
She wanted to claw at the sheets, but her hands remained trapped beneath her, desperately shifting the vibrator from spot to spot so as not to explode in orgasm. She’d never felt such a grinding need to come. But Kade seemed to be in no hurry to give her the go ahead.
She peeked back at him, hoping to distract her from all the sensations, but seeing him looming above her in nothing but an unzipped pair of jeans had another flood of arousal slicking her thighs. Her gaze drifted down the planes of muscle in his chest and abdomen to the thick outline in his boxer briefs and back up to his face. God, every part of him was beautiful. It was as if the universe had forced him to bloom late because high school girls wouldn’t have known what to do with this version. But she’d sensed it in him back then, beneath the stringy hair, hunched shoulders, and stutter. That quiet intensity and unshakeable strength had always been there. She’d been drawn to it even when she hadn’t quite been able to pinpoint what was drawing her.
His focus flicked over to her face, his eyebrow lifting. “Enjoying the view?”
“You have no idea,” she said, her voice strained from the still coiling tension inside her.
He dipped his hand inside his underwear, freeing his erection. He gave it a long, slow stroke that nearly sent her over the edge just from watching. “This is what you do to me, Tess. Seeing you like this, knowing it’s turning you on, too.”
He set the belt aside and glided his hand along her fevered skin. She could picture the welts rising on her back beneath his fingers, but somehow the image didn’t appall her. Instead, every sensation racing through her amplified, her entire being ready to burst open. “Please, Kade.”
His hand grasped the back of her neck. “All the way on the bed. Grab the headboard and get your ass in the air for me. Legs spread.”
His movements were rough, his commands coarse, as he guided her along the mattress, but the manhandling was kicking up some unknown hunger inside her. Her mind was tumbling down a path she didn’t understand, one where she pictured taking it even further, imagined him grabbing her hair, tossing her down, holding her against the bed and making demands.
But before she could get freaked out by where her mind was scampering off to, Kade gave her a pop on the thigh right over the angry belt marks. “I said, legs spread.”
She gritted her teeth at the sting, wishing the vibrator was still against her, but managed to get in the right position.
“Good girl,” he said, as he pulled his pants and boxers off. He donned a condom and climbed on the bed with her.
She expected him to immediately enter her, wished for it—because Lord, she needed to come—but instead the soft, wet heat of his tongue ran over her. She jolted and almost lost her grip on her headboard.
“Mmm,” he said, his breath tickling her labia. “You have the sexiest cunt—so sexy and pink. I could spend all night torturing you with my mouth.”
At that, he parted her with his thumbs and his tongue slid inside her. Everything broke apart. She couldn’t stop it. Orgasm, bright and powerful, overtook her and she cried out with the force of it. Kade didn’t let her squirm away. He worked her harder, holding her against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue, the scent of her arousal filling the room.
She gripped wood slats of the headboard with all her might as she let the orgasm envelop her and take her down.
Kade pulled back after her gasping breaths ended. “I don’t remember giving you permission for that.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice cracking. “I tried. I really did.”
“You’ll find another one for me. He leaned over to her bedside table and grabbed something else from her drawer. He gripped her thighs and positioned her again since she’d sagged to the mattress.
“I’m not sure I can—”
He gave her thigh a smack, and the sensation went straight to all her throbbing parts. “I wasn’t asking you. I’ve been waiting to claim this ass since the first night. You’re about to be very, very happy that you keep that little bottle of K-Y in your drawer.”
Oh, God.
Without preamble or finesse, he dripped the cold lubricant along her back entrance. She clenched automatically but when he pushed a finger in, everything went quivery inside her. Good God.
“Reach down and grab the vibrator to hold against yourself. That will help things.” He held her steady while she got into a workable position. She pressed the vibrator lightly against her clit, still too keyed up to take the full stimulation, and Kade positioned himself behind her. He felt huge and like there was no way he’d ever get inside her.
“Kade—”
But the pressure in
creased as he moved forward. “I need you to relax and push back against me, baby. Let me in.”
She closed her eyes and focused on doing what he said. The vibrator hummed softly against her, making the discomfort bearable as he pushed past the ring of muscle. If she hadn’t been so keyed up with arousal and near orgasm again, it probably would’ve hurt. But as soon as he got past the initial resistance and slid deeper, she knew he’d been right when he’d said she could come again. Every nerve in her system roared at the edgy invasion. Sensations she didn’t know existed crackled through her with every inch he added until he was seated all the way inside her. She had to breathe through the fullness of it all, the sexy forbiddenness of the act.
He didn’t ask if she was okay. This was not about her. But she wouldn’t have told him to stop if he’d asked anyway. She felt overtaken in the best way possible.