“Yeah.”
My hand tightens on his as the elevator doors open. “I love that.”
“Yeah, it’s… interesting. Sorry about Kitty. She’s… Kitty. More attitude than sense,” he grumbles, swinging open the front door, and for a second, with the whiskey bringing a foggy clarity to everything, I’m homesick for my friends—we all have more attitude than sense. But they’re not just friends, they’re my family like Kitty’s his, and I just upped and left them.I suck.
“You’re lucky to have her, Cade. You never have to apologize for family. Not to me, anyway.”
And I mean that.
I always wanted a brother or sister because it was so lonely growing up in our giant townhouse, which was not kid-friendly, and after my mom died…
No.
I push all these thoughts away, refusing to go dark tonight. We’re having too much fun to wreck it with things I can’t change.
“Ready?” Cade pushes me up against a wall and then flips on the lights as his lips dip down to mine for a kiss. “Or do you want a shower first to warm up?”
Not needing to answer, I shoot him a teasing smile as I wrap my hands in his thick hair, silently accepting that I need him more than he can ever know to take my ghosts away. It’s one of the reasons I came.
Closing my eyes, I let my body respond to his hands and tongue and just feel him. Inhaling through my nose, I smell the lingering notes of his aftershave as his mouth moves to my neck and I moan out loud.
“Fuck.” He pulls back, his blue eyes fierce as my breath stutters. “Unzip me,” he growls, and a shiver of excitement snakes up my spine.
“Yes, sir,” I tease.
My hands deftly unbutton him and slowly ease the zipper down. He cages me in, planting an arm on either side of me, but, smiling, I drop to my knees, taking his pants with me.
“Mmm, have I told you how much I love your cock?” I croon.
As I look up at him, my hand strokes his velvety hard erection. Loving being at the center of his attention as he watches me with narrowed eyes, I flick my tongue over the tip, which is already leaking.
I suckle it, tonguing the slit until he’s hissing. Then, letting spit trickle down his length, I slurp around his shaft so that, when he’s nice and wet, I can lean forward and take him deeper into my mouth, sliding lower and lower until he’s almost in my throat.
“Jesus Christ,” he rumbles, grabbing a hold of my hair and tilting my head back. “That’s it, take my cock, Belle. Take every fucking inch. I know you can do it. Such a good girl.” He groans when I reach for his balls. As I hold them in my fist, I start swallowing around him, and that has him growling, “Your cunt is wet, isn’t it, Belle? It turns you on to choke on my dick, doesn’t it?”
When I mewl, he moans and starts to rock his hips, thrusting deeper into my throat. My eyes start to water as my gag reflex kicks in, but God, my core is close to meltdown as my pussy pulses in response to his loss of control.
“Fuck, next time, I’m going to bury my face in your cunt as you suck me off, Belle. So Iknowyou’re enjoying it.” He grunts, thrusting back and forth while keeping his hands on the wall.
My other hand clutches his ass, encouraging him to go deeper while I relax my throat to take more of him. Saliva drips down my chin, ropes of it making his passage easier as he fucks my face.
“Jesus Christ,” he snarls, hips snapping faster. “You’re going to swallow every drop, Belle, aren’t you? Like a good girl.”
I release a keening sound, loving the words that drip from his lips.
He knows, too. “You like that, don’t you, baby? You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” His chuckle is dark, deep. God, if I touch my pussy, I just know I’ll be drenched. “Do you want my cum, Belle?”
I mumble around his dick, “I need it.”
“You can have it, baby. You can have it. Now, remember, swallow,” he hisses, thrusting one more time, deeper than before, than ever.
As his cock hits the back of my throat, he lets go. I obey, swallowing as much of his cum as I can before it starts to spill out of the corners of my lips. God, I feel his groans in my soul. They light a fire inside me that has me wanting to please him, makes me want to hear those moans for the rest of my life.
When he retreats, I suck in a massive breath, but his thumb traces over my mouth, swiping cum and saliva along my cheeks. It’s sticky and wet but I love feeling his claim on me.
“You’re fucking perfect, Belle.” He means it. The sentiment throbs through the words.
While I shoot him a smile, he’s busy leaning over, snagging me in his arms so he can pick me up.