Cade grabs a string of two condoms from his wallet and throws them down on the bed. “Awfully confident, thinking you’re going to need two condoms, Mr. St. James.” I sit up and run my fingers through my wet pussy, then lightly circle my peaked nipples. His eyes track my every movement with a beautifully hungry look on his face.
“I don’t think two is going to be enough, Ms. Kingston,” he answers, in a similarly teasing tone, then prowls closer to me on the bed. Cocky and confident, his eyes dance across my body. “But I’m sure there are other ways I can satisfy you once we’ve used these.”
Cade drags me down the bed by my ankle as his body covers mine. Firm lips close over my nipple, and strong hands wrap around my back as we’re flipped over in one smooth move.
My legs straddle his, and his thick cock rests between us.
My core clenches in need. I reach down and take him in my hand. Velvety steel. I pump him once... then twice as his lips find mine, feasting on them like I’m the most decadent thing he’s ever tasted.
I mewl against his mouth.
Needing more.
Squirming.
Knowing exactly what I’m doing to him as he grows impossibly harder in my hand.
When his large palm cups my breast, bringing it to his mouth, my walls clench in anticipation. I need this man. Right now.
Letting go, I lean back and grab a condom, rip it open, and move from his lap to roll it down his shaft. “I’m drenched, Cade. That’s enough foreplay.” But of course, I don’t miss the chance to lick his dick from root to tip teasingly before sliding the condom on.
Cade’s eyes roll into the back of his head when I climb back up onto his lap and position myself over his cock, letting it slide through my soaking wet pussy with ease before I take him inside me. “Jesus Christ, Scarlet,” he groans, and I preen, knowing I’ve done that to him.
He sits up, wraps his arms around my back, and fucks me.
I might be on top, but he’s in control.
Moving me with ease.
Pulling me down with each upward thrust of his body.
Reminding me what it’s like to be fucked by a real man.
My brain is at war with my body.
Wanting to take back control but loving the feel of being at the mercy of this man.
In an attempt to take back some semblance of power, I lean back in his arms and brace my hands behind me against his thighs, helping myself to a better angle. An angle that offers my breasts up on a silver platter to be devoured by his mouth. His teeth scrape my nipple, and lights flash behind my eyes. But I need more. “Harder, Cade.”
When he changes his angle to give me what I want, it causes him to brush up against that delicious spot that has my entire body teetering on the edge. “Oh, yeah. That’s it.”
“You’ve gotten more vocal, duchess. Tell me what you want.” The deep timbre of his voice is so fucking sexy.
“I want you to make me come. I’m so close. I need to come, Cade.”
He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist, changing our angle again and stealing back that little bit of control I had. He slips a hand between us and circles my clit as he fucks me hard and slow, making sure I feel every inch of him and prolonging every single second of ecstasy.
Sleeping with Cade St. James may be the dumbest thing I’ve done since I was seventeen, but as my orgasm washes over me, I can’t bring myself to care.
We can go back to being strangers tomorrow.
His lips lower to the curve of my neck as he pulls me down over him once more and comes on a sexy groan.
I let my fingers dance through his hair while he continues to hold me close.
I permit myself a few moments to bask in the feeling of being held. It’s not something I typically allow. It’s intimate, and I don’t do intimate. But being in this man’s arms stirs up too many emotions. Fucking is one thing. Cuddling is an entirely other level of intimacy that won’t be happening.
When I walk over to grab the champagne from the minifridge, Cade sits up to remove the condom.