“Yeah.” When she gives me her eyes, it’s hard not to go back, taking this another step further. Me, the man who didn’t want or need another, never allowing myself to be tied down to a woman, wants everything when it comes to Cadence—her wild abandon, her scent on my pillow, her mark on my body, I want it fucking all. I’m not going to stop until I have everything she has to give.
EIGHTEEN
Cadence
“Someone pinch me. I’m dreaming,”I tell the empty bathroom. Santiago left me with a kiss enough to drop me to my knees, paying homage to the thickness between his thick, muscular thighs, and all with one singular kiss. Business, that’s what he had left to take care of. We never finished the conversation about the dream I was working towards, which is okay. I would have bumbled my way through it, unaware of how to string two words together, let alone a sentence. I asked to take a shower since he made his intentions clear, going as far as growling out the words, “Stay, make yourself at home. This shouldn’t take too long.” I should have demanded a phone, called a car, and stumbled my way into my house afterwards. The thought of being alone for the holidays seemed daunting after my world has been spun in a whole other atmosphere. Instead, I asked to take a shower, feeling gross because I was still wearing the dress, thong, strapless bra that were sent to me by Rachel. A shiver of disgust ripples through me thinking about the whole debacle.
That’s why I’m currently in Santiago’s bathroom, not the one I used this morning when I woke up. Nope, his personal one, where he carried me, all the way into the shower, setting me on the bench carefully, looking like he was dying to help me take off my clothes. And given the way I react to him, the bad or maybe not so bad part is that I would have welcomed it. Santiago left me with a kiss and a change of his clothes—black cotton tee, boxer briefs, and socks were left on the counter with the strict instruction that he’d be in the bedroom, listening for me if I needed help. It takes me a bit to finagle out of my dress while operating the controls for the shower, feeling a bit like I’ve lived in theFred Flintstoneages while Santiago lived inThe Jetsonera. Once the water is on, I get to work, washing my hair with his shampoo. I don’t see any conditioner, which will mean a mess of knots later on, but use his body wash, which smells like cedar mixed with oranges, earthy and unique, much like Santiago himself. Then I sit back down on the bench, allowing the water to pour down my body and pinching my arm in case this was a dream and I wasn’t awake.
“Ouch.” Yep, I’m awake and not in a fairytale, except maybe I am.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt, Cadence?” The door bangs open. Shockingly, the hinges don’t come off. I squeal out an unintelligent sound and stand up, hair falling around my shoulders, so long that it goes past my breasts, obscuring the view of them except leaving me completely naked and vulnerable with the rest of my body. The smart thing to do would be to demand he leave or cover myself up, but that’s not what I do, not when Santiago stopped dead in his tracks, realizing that I’m at least okay. Cataloguing every piece of my body from the tips of my ears down to my toes.
“I’m okay. Pinching myself because I feel like this is a dream.” He stands there, jaw clenched, cheeks hollowing in and out, like he’s trying to catch his breath, phone in his hand that is on the verge of damage. “You have an issue with phones, huh?” My voice comes out huskier, full of desire that I wasn’t expecting.
“Jesucristo,you’re fucking beautiful.” He drops the phone to the counter, a clatter echoing in the otherwise quiet room save for the water and both of our labored breathing. I have no control over my body, not over the way I can feel my nipples pebble into diamond-hard points, not the way my pussy weeps with the sweeping of his gaze, and his unabashed way Santiago has no problem letting his cock stand at attention, not trying to hide it from me at all.
“Santiago.” His name leaves my lips, as if saying a prayer. He prowls like a lion going after its last meal, opening the glass door and pressing the buttons—yes, buttons—that turn the water on and off, except unlike me, he does it with barely a look. Then he steps inside, fingers curling over an errant wave that’s surrounding my nipple. “Oh God.” Keeping my eyes open takes an act unlike any other.
“The first time I take this gorgeous body won’t be in a shower. I want you spread beneath me, not worrying about your injuries, and I want the rest of the air cleared because this thing between you and me, Cadence, it’s happening.” My legs press together, trying to alleviate the need to come. He doesn’t allow it to go unnoticed. His eyes laser focus on my bare folds. I’m sure seeing more than the water droplets that are clinging to my body.
“Yes, please.” One moment, I’m standing with Santiago in front of me. In the next, I have a towel wrapped around my body and he’s picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist yet again, my core right on top of his cotton-covered cock. That doesn’t stop me from grinding down. When our lips mesh together, he asserts his dominance, taking from my ravenous body, and then I’m on my back.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” His breath is ragged. I don’t give him an answer. Instead, I do the last thing I’d ever expect of myself, I’m sure what he expects too, flipping my towel open, spreading my legs wider, and my hands move to his hips, pulling him closer.
NINETEEN
Santiago
“I’m not goingto say no, Santiago.” I wedge my body closer to hers, being mindful of her injuries, lips grazing hers, not deepening it like I’d like to. If I did, I would miss out on the rest of her curvaceous body. My mouth travels from her lips, kissing and nipping at her neck. Cadence’s hands squeeze my hips, fingers digging into my skin as I take my time, tasting her, basking in the moment she’s giving me.
“Good. The things I want to do to this body, these tits. One day soon, my cock will be between them, your tongue peeking out to lap at the cum that gathers at the tip.” My hands cup the underside of them. Feeling them pressed against me earlier was torture in the best way possible. Her body vibrates as she hums low in her throat. My mouth attaches to one berry-tipped nipple, sucking it to the roof of my mouth, while my other hand slides down the side of her body, trailing a path to where I know one day soon will have my mouth. A goal of mine will definitely be to kiss, lick, suck, and nip every square inch of her body. “Fuck, yes, I’ll paint your body with my cum that you don’t take into what I know is a greedy mouth, isn’t that right, cariño?”
I lift my body up, taking my mouth away from one nipple and moving to the other. She must not like how I moved, her hips no longer cradling mine. She attempts to thrust her body up, using one foot for purchase to arch into me. “Patience, Cadence,” I breathe against her nipple after wetting it with my tongue, seeing her skin flush with a pretty blush as well as her skin pebbling as if she were cold, except I know that’s not the case, not with the sheen of perspiration covering her body.
“Santiago, please quit torturing me.” I feel her hand move from my hips, one sliding into my sweatpants, the tips of her fingers reaching my shaft, skimming the head, thumb sweeping over the pre-cum that’s gathered there. Then she pulls her hand out of my sweats, and I watch as she brings her thumb to her mouth, sucking the cum from it.
“You’re one to talk, Cadence. Seems someone is greedy for my cock.” I step back, leaving her body. Next time, I’ll have to get a taste of her wetness that’s currently coating my lower abdomen from her using my body to attempt to get off.
Cadence tracks my movements, watching as I strip out of my sweats and reaching for the nightstand drawer where I stash the condoms I ordered earlier as well as the stuff she would need. Was I a dick for accusing her of wanting money to ride my dick? Yes. Did it stop me from wanting a piece of her? No fucking way.
“I wouldn’t be so greedy if you’d take me already. Do you realize how much foreplay we’ve had? I mean verbal foreplay alone with you, Santiago, is enough to put me on edge.” The proof is there on display for me. Her flesh is slick with wetness as she spreads the lips of her pussy open, waiting for me to slide inside her. I take my time, allowing her the visual foreplay for now, one hand on my cock, jacking it like she clearly wanted. My other hand brings the condom wrapper to my mouth, where I tear it open with my teeth, then I’m using both hands, one to work the condom, the other to hold my cock while gliding the rubber down my length.
“I want your eyes on mine,” I tell her as my body encompasses hers, one hand holding her hip. She gets the hint and locks her leg around my lower back. My cock lies on top her pretty cunt, wishing like hell I could bathe in her wetness without a piece of fucking latex. I vow that will happen soon—the talk, the tests if needed, the trust. It’s going to happen. There’s no way it won’t. Cadence moans. It comes from deep in her throat as I slowly rock my hips, heightening the pleasure for both of us without sinking inside.
“You ready for this, sweetheart?” I ask, not sure how much longer I can hold back. After seeing her in the shower and now having her in my bed, hair spread across my sheets, committing it to memory, I’m ready for her to have a permanent place beside me in every aspect of life.
“Yes, inside me, please, Santiago,” she begs so prettily, how can I deny her? Fuck, how can I deny myself? I pull back. The head of my cock meets her entrance, and I’m unable to keep my hips from rocking forward. There was a time where in this very moment, I was going to stop and ask how she’d want me—hard and fast or slow and easy. It appears my body decides for the both of us. I slide inside, feeling her warm heat through the condom, the sensation not dulling how she’s gripping me in the least.
“Fuck.” I drop my head to my chest. Her cunt is already convulsing around my cock. I breathe through it, barely, eyes opening just as hers close, her lips pursed. A serene look washes over her face, and I go with it. My hips move on their own accord, rocking back and forth, slow at first until she hikes her good leg up higher, uses the heel of her foot to spur me on, telling me without words what she wants. I groan, slamming harder, deeper, faster. It’s a perfect fucking trifecta, her cunt strangling my cock. “Come for me, Cadence, fucking take my cock.” On one forward thrust, her body locks around my length. I keep moving through her orgasm, and at the last moment, when she’s coming down, a sexy, fuck-drunk smile on her face, I pull out, rip the condom off my length, fist my cock, and jack myself off until her tits, stomach, and bare pussy are coated with my cum.
“Next time, I’ll be coming inside you without a fucking condom,” I state, letting her know my intentions. Cadence doesn’t say anything, instead nods in agreement, and fuck if that doesn’t make me ready to go again.
“I’d like that. A lot.” My dick is definitely on board with that judging by its once flaccid state is now standing at attention.
“Then we’ll talk about that. Let me grab a washcloth. Stay there.” When my mouth meets hers, her arms loop around my neck, holding me to her. I give in to her want, sipping at her lips, taking it slow, knowing she’s tired after the events of the last day. “Be right back.” I kiss the tip of her nose, hating like fuck I’m leaving her when she’s all soft and sweet. Soon, my cum will be inside Cadence, and I won’t have to worry about cleaning her up. And my fingers will be inside her sweet pussy, keeping my cum inside her throughout the night.
TWENTY