“Not all the details, like about how good I was in bed, but I’m sure you’ll fill her in on that later. But yea, she knows.”
Pink flushes my cheeks as I think back to Serena’s reaction. “But she said…” I trail off.
Kade raises an eyebrow at me, smiling.
“Damn, she’s a good actress,” I mumble.
I open the door to my bedroom and gasp. My bed frame is in pieces, covered in bubble wrap, while my mattress is sandwiched between my wall and half a dozen boxes.
I pout. Why can’t I have this one thing? All I want is to have Kade fuck me in my bed to celebrate graduating from college. Why is it so hard for the universe to understand?
I turn to Kade. “I guess we should have gone to your place.”
He smirks, and his eyes darken as he walks toward me in his designer jeans and dark buttoned up shirt that reveals the hint of muscles lying beneath his shirt. I eye the growing hardness trapped in his jeans. He still wants me.
His thumb caresses my face as he kisses me again, harder than he should since we don’t have a place to fuck unless we use Serena’s bed. And I’m not going to deal with her wrath if she found out or came home early.
“Who says I need a bed to fuck you?”
I lick my lips, and my pussy aches as he speaks. I’ve had sex once. I’m not an idiot, but we don’t have a bed. Or a couch. Or even a table to have sex on. I don’t know what’s left.
Kade grabs my hips, and we move backward until my back hits the wall behind me. He grins as his lips find mine again. Tasting and swirling around my tongue, making me lose my mind.
His hand slips under my dress, pushing it up, and finds my bare ass beneath the thong I’m wearing. His fingers hook the edge of my lace thong and pull them down until they fall to my feet. He watches them hit my ankles, and then I step out of them still wearing my heels.
“You found some prettier lingerie, huh?” he asks, as he kisses my neck.
“I didn’t think you were too fond of my plain cotton panties.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “They were starting to grow on me. And remind me to punish you later for wearing heels again and no brace.”
His hand slips up my backside again before slapping me on the ass.
I let out a yelp.
“My doctor said I don’t need to wear my braces any longer.”
He eyes me suspiciously. “I doubt that.”
“It’s true.” I kiss him on the lips and undo his pants to shut him up. I shove them down along with his boxer briefs, and immediately feel his erection in my stomach pressing hard, begging me to enter.
He spanks me again.
I gasp.
“You aren’t going to be able to distract me with sex all the time you know.” He steps back and pulls his shirt off until he’s naked.
I bite my lip. I may not be able to, but I sure will try.
He picks up his pants and pulls out a condom. He sheaths himself with the latex before returning to kiss me hard against the wall. He shoves my dress up, grabs my ass, and I impale myself on his cock.
My hands grab onto his hair as he thrusts inside me, holding me up while fucking me against the wall. He rocks harder and harder inside me, knowing that he doesn’t have to do much to make me come. My moaning gives me away; I’m very close to giving into the desires deep in my belly that are begging to explode out.
I try to speak. But everything that comes out of my mouth is a mix of a moan, groan, and holy hell pant.
His eyes sear into mine, as our tongues dance together. He knows what he’s doing to me. But I seem to be doing the same to him.
He growls, and my body tightens around his cock, I can’t hold on any longer. I come, and it’s like a thousand fireworks go off in my body all at once. Last time, I came because his tongue was on my clit dancing. I came a second time that night, because of how much he stirred my body from the first orgasm.