I whimper around him as I sink two fingers inside my pussy and rub my clit with the other hand.
Kade throws his head back. “Fucking hell. I’ve missed your mouth.”
I push a third finger in, and I’m close to exploding. I struggle not to sob from the surreal feeling of my walls clenching around my fingers with building heat.
“You can take me deeper. Suck me into your throat.” He thrusts into my mouth, and his swollen crown hits the back of my throat then slides down.
“Just like that. All of it. Take every fucking inch. Now swallow around my cock. Fuck!”
I can already feel the snake of pleasure wrapping around my spine and coiling deep within my core. Both of Kade’s hands fist in my hair again to still my head bobbing on his cock as he groans deeply and empties right down my throat.
The length of him pulses and thickens through each twitch, and he swears, gripping my hair painfully as I suck hard and my own orgasm hits, wet, blinding-hot heat coursing through my body.
He watches me scream around his cock as I rub my clit until I can’t any longer. My heart rate has sped up to a dangerous pace, my thighs soaked, hair a mess.
I remove my fingers, and he captures my wrist so he can suck them. The warmth of his tongue working against them and the way his gaze stays fixed on mine has my heart beating even faster.
Wetness drips from my mouth as I slowly drag in air to my starved lungs, a string of drool stretching from his crown to my lips. He runs his thumb across my mouth. “Good girl. If there’s anything I miss about us, it’s how well you suck my cock.” He’s still hard as he snatches my throat. “Now climb up here and fucking ride me.”
His reload time has always been impressive.
There is no hesitation – I move right onto his lap and hike my dress to my hips. Kade wraps his arm around the small of my back as he fists his cock between my legs.
Just as I go to lower myself onto him, I yelp in surprise as Barry walks through the door, informing us we need to take our seats for landing.
Like a bucket of ice-cold water has been thrown over me, I twist my hands into the material of Kade’s top and bury my face in embarrassment.
Pulling my dress down at the back to hide my ass, he glares at Barry over my shoulder as he walks past us on the aisle to grab something from a bag.
I close my eyes. Neither of us move from our current position.
I can feel the head of his rigid cock nudging at my entrance, and he rubs it against my slick pussy. I shake and lower myself a little. His tip pokes through my slit, and he twitches. One movement, and he’ll be properly inside me.
“I might kill Barry,” I whisper against Kade’s ear, feeling him shiver.
Kade sighs and drops his head to my shoulder, gripping my hips before lifting me up enough to break the intimate connection. “I’ll do it for you. I have a gun in my bag.”
I laugh, but the way he’s scowling at Barry while he helps me to my feet and fixes my dress, before pulling his boxers up, I have a feeling he isn’t joking.
17
STACEY
Poor Barry has to endure death stares from Kade the entire landing.
He offers us water. Kade ignores the kind gesture but keeps his eyes on him. I accept a glass and thank him, just to make the guy feel better. I can tell he’s been working for Kade for a while and is used to his mood swings. He doesn’t flinch at his abrupt tone, and when Kade tells him to sit down and leave us alone, he gives him a look, glances at me then fights a smirk as he goes to sit down and put his belt on.
While I wipe the mascara from under my eyes and fix my hair, I fight a scoff.
Kade might come across as intimidating and unapproachable, but he isn’t that scary.
He sits with his elbow on the armrest, fingertip to his temple, legs wide open. The white top he’s wearing stretches tight across his firm chest, the fabric ruffled at his shoulders from where my hands were fisting, and I try not to gawk at his build. His ink. His muscular, veiny arms.
I cross my legs and gulp, still studying him.
A dark brow raises, and I’m caught staring. Again.
Instead of blushing and averting my eyes, I narrow them, wondering if we should ignore the fact Barry is here or that we’re descending. We could get this off our chests, this tension and sexual frustration, with one quick fuck. Maybe then we can move past this atmosphere and be civil.
I hold his gaze until he eventually looks away. The pressure of descending has my ears popping and my stomach flipping. Kade swipes at his phone screen, unbothered, while I try not to imagine the plane crashing.
The jet jolts as it touches the tarmac, tyres screeching until it slows to a steady pace. I breathe a sigh of relief. I hate flying, but the worst part is the landing. There wasn’t any turbulence the entire journey, but I did spot a bolt of lightning from afar earlier, which made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Kade only grimaced at me when I asked what would happen if it hit us.
I look outside the small window; take in the pouring rain and the way the wind beats against trees. I flatten my lips and look down at my summer dress.
Finally, Kade breaks the silence as the aircraft carries us to the middle of a private hangar. “We’re not supposed to land until tonight. It’s five in the morning here.”
“An extra day in the States then.”
His phone rings. “You don’t understand,” he says, turning his phone over so he can’t see the caller ID. “My family will check when our flight lands. They don’t know I have this kind of money. We’ll need to stay somewhere until we apparently land on the commercial flight.”
“You’re quite the sneak, aren’t you? Tell them we got an earlier flight from somewhere else.” A shrug. “No biggie.”
“Stop being difficult and listen to me.”
I mouth a fine and shrink into my seat, and he continues. “I need to do something. I’ll drop you at a hotel.”
My eyes widen as I unclip the belt from around my waist. “You visit your dad as soon as we’re supposed to be landing. You’re not a robot, Kade. You have to sleep.”
He dismissively waves me off.
I get to my feet when Barry says we’re good to go. He opens the door and lowers the steps, smiling at me, but drops his gaze as soon as Kade looks at him.
“I’ll send you all the details,” he tells Barry. “Stay close.” Then he glances at me. “And stop smiling at her.”
“Sorry, sir,” he replies, his cheeks going red.
I glower at him. “Stop acting like that.”
Kade raises a brow and turns me towards the steps, then follows me down. “Like what? Barry has been my right-hand man long enough to know not to piss me off.”
My heart jolts in my chest, because does he mean Barry looking at me pissed him off?
“How does he know who I am?”
Kade lights a cigarette, apparently deaf, then hands our suitcases to a man in a suit and thanks him.
It’s dark and a little chilly in the rain, but nothing like Scotland.
Kade offers me his jacket again, which I gladly accept, trying not to inhale too deeply as he shrugs it onto my shoulders.
For someone who claims to despise me, his actions are the complete opposite.
A man nods to Kade and hands him a set of keys.
My eyes widen. “No way,” I blurt. “A Bentley…” I study the mirror-like alloys, gun-metal grey paint and the black-and-white interior. “A sporty Bentley?”