the first time. All the windows were dark except for the one light that was always on in the living room. The trees concealed us from any nosy person looking out a window, and we’d hear anyone approaching on the gravel path long before they were close enough to see us.
This was as safe a place as any, especially compared to some of the others.
Kaden was my bad boy, and he called forth my inner bad girl. She’d been uncaged a few times prior. But with Kaden, she rattled the bar and begged to be let out every time he came within range. Only he held the key, one that he gladly wielded with unfettered joy.
“Were you checking to see if anyone is watching?” He grinned with devilish delight.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re a naughty boy.”
“You bring it out in me. I want to fuck you.” He nuzzled my neck as he fingered my nipples. A shudder of anticipation slid up and down my spine. When he pinched one, a shot of joyous pain shot through me.
“Please. Oh, please.”
“Here?” He trailed kisses down my shoulder to my breast, and I wriggled with impatience on his lap.
“Keep that up, and this’ll be over sooner rather than later.” His warning went unheeded as I leaned back and ground into him. He pulled me closer and licked my nipple, followed by a soft nip before he closed his lips over it and sucked. I threw back my head and moaned from the pleasure coursing through my veins and impatiently settling below my navel. My body demanded satisfaction, and while Kaden was giving me a measure, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him. All of him. Here. Now. Definitely now.
“Fuck me now. Please,” I pleaded with everything I had, but Kaden went to work on the other nipple before raising his head to regard me with a dirty smile. I loved his dirty smiles because they reflected what was going on in that dirty mind of his. And I did adore his dirty mind.
He stood, holding me by the waist and setting me on my feet as I slid off his lap. He whipped off his sweatshirt and laid it on the wooden bench. As he did so, I removed the remainder of my clothes lightning fast. His brows shot upward when he straightened and got an eyeful of naked skin. There came that slow, dirty smile again.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” I said.
“Not for long.” He beat my record for getting naked. Before I was able to react, he tossed me on the bench and stood over me. I stared up at him with the most sultry come-hither I was able to manage.
“Fuck me,” I challenged him again. “I dare you.”
“That’s a dare I won’t refuse.”
“I’m counting on it.”
I was already wet and willing, no additional foreplay needed. No condoms needed either. I was on birth control, which I’d established with Kaden during our previous times together, once I’d grown to trust him. Sex without a condom, feeling his cock inside me, feeling him fill me produced the greatest high I’d ever known.
“Spread ’em, ma’am,” he drawled in what I suspected was to be an Old West gunslinger’s voice. He wasn’t a great actor but made up for his shortcoming with enthusiasm.
“I’m more than happy to oblige,” I drawled back. I wasn’t going to win any actor of the year awards myself. I spread my legs wide and arched my back, winking at him.
“You’re a bad, bad girl.”
“And you like me that way.”
“I do. I love you that way.” He swung one muscular leg to the other side of my body and lowered himself until his cock rubbed against that part of me aching for him. I held my breath, knowing his game. The bastard loved to make me wait for it. He was well-versed in the art of subtle torture, and I loved every minute of it. Hell, I loved him. I had since the moment I’d laid eyes on him in that bar. I’d known then he was meant for me.
He pushed inside, inch by inch, excruciatingly slow, making me wait for it. Having spent months with this man, I had my own bag of tricks. I knew how to make him beg, shout, and fall apart. I ran my fingernails down his spine, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His guttural groan was all the encouragement I needed. I had my own brand of