My underwear is drenched already, soaking through to my PJ shorts.
I rest my hand on his chest and roll my hips once more. His heart is thudding against my palm, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale. I’ve no idea what Chris is saying, neither of us paying any attention to the phone as we dry-fuck each other .
Kade keeps his voice low and quiet, the blue of his eyes taken over by his dilating pupils. “Does he make you scream the way I used to?”
Oh, he thinks I’m sleeping with my caller. But it’s either that or he questions me more about my bruises and cuts, and to be honest, I’d rather keep dry-fucking him while my abusive stepbrother is threatening me, none the wiser to my actions. A huge fuck you, Chris.
With the phone still to my ear, I move my hand from his chest and slide it up to his neck as I roll my hips, grinding against the underside of his thick length. He meets each movement, and if I don’t hang up soon, Chris is going to hear me whimper.
Kade pulses against my pussy as I tighten my grip on his throat. He stops me from moving with his hold on my ass, watching as his cock drags up my core with each rise of his hips. My spine tingles, heat gathering up my legs all the way from my toes.
“Answer me or I’ll stop,” he warns.
Between each breathed-out word, the tip of his cock presses against my entrance before sliding up to my clit, making me tense everywhere. I bite my lip with each stroke, my thighs wet.
“Does he make you scream the way I used to?”
“No,” I whimper.
“No what?” Chris asks in confusion, pausing his rant.
Kade loses his patience and takes the phone from me, ending the call and returning his hands to my waist. “Do you remember how to scream my name?”
I gasp with each solid stroke as his hand reaches for my shoulder, pulling me down on him. Before I can say anything, before I can even think of forming any sort of response, I grasp a handful of his hair just as a coiling sensation wraps around each vertebra, burying deep within and leaving me close to detonating.
Kade yanks down my shorts and sinks his fingers inside me. My every nerve ending is on fire.
I let out a moan and slam my palm against the headboard. He thrusts hard and fast, and my legs shake with how roughly he’s fucking me with them.
He stops, and I gasp for breath, whimpering as he smacks my ass with his free hand. “Ride my fingers, you little slut. Just like you used to.”
My head drops back, my long dark hair a mess as I do what he says until my legs are trembling relentlessly.
Kade takes over again, fucking me even harder, curling his fingers so they hit that sweet spot that has my vision blurring.
“Kade. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know. Keep fucking doing it.” He grips my ass cheek with his other hand. “If Base tries to fuck you, you’ll remember this. Me – having you moan my name.”
He goes deeper, and I tense all over.
“You’re making a mess, Freckles. Fucking dripping all over my hand.”
With my eyes screwed shut, I moan, whimpering as his fingers hammer into me with delicious force. His breathing is laboured, and he drops his own groans as I lower myself enough to rub his cock with my soaked thigh.
On my knees above him, my gaze clashes with his. Both of us are completely taken over by lust and the liquid heat in our veins. But something flashes in Kade’s eyes.
“You won’t let anyone harm you – do you understand me?” He presses his thumb to my clit, and my lips part in a hum of pleasure, the orgasm that’s been building and building close to combusting.
“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?”
Driven by the sensual strokes of his fingers, his thumb against my swollen clit, I nod.
“Words, Stacey.” He slaps my clit and I cry. “Give me fucking words.”
“Yes! Okay, yes. I won’t… fuck… Kade, this is so wrong.”
His eyes blaze into me. “Are you tapping out?”
My head shakes, hips rolling against his hand. “No.”
“I want to hear what it sounds like, just like old times. I need to hear you screaming my name.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I debate punching him.
“I want you to sit on my face.” He yanks me up to his mouth, and I catch myself on the bedframe. “Suffocate me with this pussy.”
Kade yanks me down by the hips and buries his face between my legs, and I moan so loud, I think the room next door hears.
His tongue is wet on my clit, and he groans as he sucks loudly on it – then he takes it between his teeth and sinks two fingers inside me, causing me to scream.
He strokes himself with his free hand, groaning against my needy cunt and alternating between fingering and tonguing my entrance, taking each piece of flesh between his teeth, dragging his lips all over my pussy then diving between my legs and tasting me after attacking my inner thighs.
Like an electric shock, everything inside me lights up when my orgasm hits – a strike of a match that spreads like wildfire all over my body. My walls clench and throb around his fingers, my vision blurring to darkness.
Both my hands are in his hair, tugging as I ride his face, grinding against his fingers and mouth as I explode – and keep exploding.
Kade’s tongue lashes against me, my body spasming as liquid lust wraps around my spinal cord like one of his tattooed snakes.
“Oh fuck.”
He bites at my clit, and I yelp through my orgasm.
“Louder. Grip my fingers with your soaking cunt and scream my fucking name like the dirty little whore you are.”
Such derogatory terms should have me slapping him, not clutching his fingers inside my pussy, needing him to keep the dirty words coming. My head falls back, and I see stars.
Air rips from my lungs. The intensity of my high reaches breaking point, and his name slips from my lips with a string of curses. But it’s a whisper – a gasp.
“Louder.”
He sucks on my clit so hard, I nearly pass out as I remind him exactly what it sounds like when I scream his name.
12
KADE
Ihad five rules I stuck to for two years.
Rule one: Stay away from your toxic ex-girlfriend.
Rule two: Don’t unblock her number.
Rule three: If you’re both in the same room, don’t fucking look at her – it’s a trap.
Rule four: Under no circumstances will you have any sexual interactions with her.
Rule five: Never forgive Stacey Rhodes.
Yet here I am with two fingers buried inside said ex, her cunt dripping down my chin, moaning my name so loud her voice breaks.
I fucked rule one the day I came back home for a break Bernadette gave me after a heavy job in Africa. I picked Stacey up from a one-night stand like a fucking idiot.
My drug-fuelled fury drew me back to that house to knock the shit out of him, set his house alight. He was supposed to die. It’s the same with every guy she comes across. How did I miss one?
Rule three went out the window when I found out Luciella was having a house party and Stacey would be there. After having her in my car again, after being tortured by her fucking vanilla scent, being in the shadows was no longer enough. I told Dez and Base that we’d be crashing the party.