the urge to hurt Kade after him blowing me off this summer and then making a show of himself at the KKB house during rush.
But I also woke up with the urge to turn him on, too.
And I guess when you combine the two, you get this.
“On your knees,” I say.
He cocks a brow, smirking. “You’re joking.”
“Now,” I say, this time grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving him down to the ground.
He drops the remote control he still had in his hands, doing as I said, and when he’s on his knees looking up at me, the power that rushes through me is so addicting I want to bottle it up and get drunk on it forever.
With one hand on the foot of his bed steadying me, I lift my left leg, pressing my high heel into his chest until his back is against the bed. His eyes greedily take in the view my dress is offering him, and I smirk.
“I hope you’re hungry,” I state, and then I yank my dress up to my hips, place my high heel on the bed behind his head, and lunge forward until my pussy is hovering over his sweet mouth.
He groans, hands reaching out for my thighs and running the length of them as he appreciates my pink lingerie. The one-piece is crotchless, my pussy framed by the garter belt, and when his finger grazes my clit, my eyes flutter at the contact.
I reach out, fisting my hand in his hair again until his mouth is on the very clit he just brushed.
The rush of heat is instant, the same way it had been our first night in bed together. Kade brings out a power-hungry side of me, one that’s controlling and bossy and hellbent on getting an orgasm the way she wants it. It’s a new and exciting side of myself, one I want to explore more.
And even though he needs help in the flirting and dating and game side of things, I have to give it to him: Kade is a fucking magician when it comes to pussy worship.
His tongue is fast and focused, flicking my clit with just the right force to have my orgasm building. When he slides his fingers inside me to help push me to the edge, I lean into the touch, basically riding his damn hand as he continues pleasuring me.
It doesn’t take me long to come, and as soon as the orgasm rocks through me and my legs give out from the weight of my body, I pull Kade to stand and shove him back onto his bed.
“Get naked. Now.”
I’ve never seen a man strip faster than he does in that moment, and I stay standing on the edge of the bed, leaning over him when he’s fully naked and grabbing his erection in my hands. It’s slick with pre-cum, and I run my thumb over the slick tip, coating him with his arousal.
“Fuck,” he moans out, writhing in his sheets.
“How badly do you want me to suck your dick right now, Kade?”
“Oh, God,” he cries out, eyes shooting open as he finds me. “So fucking bad.”
“Yeah?” I ask, and I bend at the waist, taking just the tip of him inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his tip, slide it along the length of his base, and cup his balls just as I take him all the way inside my mouth.
He’s already close to coming — I can tell from the way his balls hang, tight and high, and the way his legs flex as he tries to catch the orgasm.
So, I suck faster, using my hand in rhythm with my mouth, and Kade flexes and pushes farther inside me, nearly making me gag when he shoves in deep.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “I’m going to come.”
And as soon as he says the magic words, I pull off.
Kade’s eyes shoot open again, this time in confusion and shock, his body trembling as he reaches for me when I’m already standing and two feet away.
“Wait, no, no, I was so close.”
“Were you?” I asked, wiping the corners of my lips innocently. “Aw, that’s too bad.”
Kade’s mouth drops, but before he can say another word, I rush him, straddling him and sitting right down on his cock when my mouth covers his.
His entire body trembles, and I ride him fast and hard, mimicking the pace I’d had with my mouth just moments before. I bite his neck, suck on his ear, nearly