Kade's Game (18 page)

I could spank her ass for saying she's not good enough.  But she wants me.  That's the part I'm focusing on.  Finally!  I've had to go to hell and back for this moment.

She turns her back on me, and I make quick strides to get to her.

"Close enough," I say before grabbing her and turning her to face me, crushing my lips to hers the second I get an angle.

I almost get dizzy when it all becomes surreal.  I've been waiting for this moment, needing it, and it's finally here.

Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as she moans into my mouth.  We need to get out of here in case someone comes to check on her.  This is so not getting interrupted.  I want her in my room and on my bed.

I pick her up, trying not to get too excited when she goes willingly, wrapping her legs around my waist and clamping me to her. When she starts exploring my mouth with her tongue, paying special attention to the bar in it, I start worrying I'm not going to make it past foreplay without embarrassing myself.

I kick the door shut to my room, ready to have my way with her.  She moans again, but this time it's hungrier, and my hold tightens as I jerk her closer by her ass.  When we drop to the bed, I stay between her legs, refusing to be separated for even a second.

I start exploring her body with my hands, feeling her skin so close through the thin fabric of the leggings, and I'm worried my dick is going to explode.

"Damn," I whisper, feeling each perfectly placed curve, each soft, yet firm piece of skin, as I silently worship her.

"What's wrong?" she asks, sounding worried for reasons unbeknownst to me.

"I have to get you out of these," I say more to myself than her as I start pushing down those tormenting things, refusing to look before I've got her naked.

I toss them to the far corner of the room, and then I quickly discard her shirt, sending it to the same spot.

As I stare down at the thin threads of her underwear, I see everything I've been fantasizing about, but it's so much better.  That small peek I took doesn't compare to having the whole canvas spread out in front of me.  If I was a weaker man, I'd cry right now.

"Raya, if you don't want this, tell me now," I murmur while leaning down to taste her, pressing a kiss to her flat, smooth stomach.

Please don't say no.  Please don't say no.

I drag my lips gingerly against her skin, finding that sexy place between her navel and her sex.  She moves beneath me, her body's reaction to my sensual touch, and I fight to keep my composure.

She hasn't answered me, so I look up, praying she hurries up and gives me permission.  Her eyes meet mine, but instead of using words, she arches her hips and presses herself against my chin, making me groan inwardly.

That's permission enough for me.

I start kissing her through the thin, soft material of her panties, using all my self control to take my time, needing to savor this moment after waiting for so long.  She's wet, needy, and ready for me.  Good.  If she had chosen Lyle, this night would have gone differently.

And I'm too pretty for prison.

I continue pressing my lips against her sex, but when she presses herself harder against me, my control wavers, and my groan escapes my grasp.  I don't know how I manage to strip her panties off without ripping them, but they join the pile of forgotten clothing, and I return to her, wanting no barriers between my mouth and her body.

The first flick of my tongue is nearly her undoing, and the sounds she releases almost unman me.

"Keep doing that, and I won't be good for anything," I murmur, pressing my lips back against her and sucking while flicking my tongue at the same time, making her whimper and shiver.

I really didn't expect this to turn me on quite this much.  Leave it to Raya to change the way I feel about everything.

Using the bar in my tongue like the tool she wants it to be, I push her closer, loving the way she grabs my hair and tugs it none too gently.  It makes me want to be buried deep inside her, but first I want her to fall off the edge this way.

I smile when her hips start to buck, and I forcefully pin her down, making her endure everything I have to offer.

Then it happens.  The cry she releases and the way she shudders in my hands makes me almost combust.  And I let her ride out the wave until she's done.  Each kiss I place on her on my way back up provokes a small shiver, and I can't help but smile.

Her eyes stay closed and she remains motionless as I push her bra off.  It starts to worry me when she doesn't even make an attempt to touch me.  She's either depleted or she just thought too much about what we're doing.

"Raya?" I say, laughing nervously when she remains unresponsive.

Her fucking tits would have to be perfect, too.  Figures.

I pull a nipple into my mouth, unable to deny myself that while I have her splayed out in front of me.

"Raya, you with me?" I ask, flicking my tongue and trying to drive her crazy, needing her to touch me.

She whimpers, but she still doesn't touch me.  More dread fills me, so I start kissing my way up to her neck.  I almost sigh in relief when she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her.

But she just holds me.  She still doesn't make a move to do more, nor does she give me indication that she wants to move forward with this.  I pray I don't end up in another cold shower, but I don't want to make her do anything she's not ready for.

"We can stop if you're not ready," I say softly before pressing my lips to hers, needing to taste more of her.

Her eyes open at last, and she meets my gaze.  "I don't want to stop," she whispers against my lips, making me smile as I kiss her harder.

She starts trying to pull my shirt off, and I quickly oblige, pulling it over my head and tossing it away.  Then I return to the kiss that turns heavy, desperate, and carnal, leaving me with a heady rush.  My tongue becomes her favorite thing as she draws it in, begging it to play.

She starts to mess with my pants, trying to get them undone, and I hurry to help her before she gets shy on me.  I bite her bottom lip as I push my pants open.

"Christ," I say in a reverent breath when her hand slips down and grabs my aching cock, taking a firm hold as she tugs me.

I'm praying I don't embarrass myself and explode in her hand.  But those delicate fingers are gripped tightly, and it's hard to hold back.  I just wish she'd lose control the way I am.

"Take me," she says suddenly, surprising the shit out of me.

She still seems tentative, but I'm sure that's because this is a new step for us.  She's only been with one guy.  I have to remember that.

It's completely ungraceful, but I manage to knock my pants off and then I lean over to grab a condom, ready to rock her world so thoroughly that she'll beg for more. 
No pressure, Kade.

Suddenly, I'm being pushed to my back very forcefully, and Raya comes to straddle me, taking control in a way I didn't expect.  I start laughing just to keep from weeping with joy.

"Hell yes," I say, feeling as though I just tasted heaven when her lips find mine. "Much better."

"What?" she asks against my lips.

"You're finally acting like you want to do this," I mutter through the kiss.

She leans back, breaking the kiss, and she studies my body, not bothering to hide it this time.  She pays extra attention to my various tattoos, seeming be lost in thought.

"I really want to do this," she says, then lowers herself to kiss my side, dragging her tongue across the line of a tattoo.

As she kisses my body, a harsh breath escapes my lips, and she starts rubbing against my cock, promising she's not going to make lasting easy for me.

Oh shit.

Her lips find the tip of my
erection, and I swear silently, tensing my body painfully to keep from losing it.

"Raya," I murmur, feeling strained.  She can't do this.  I'll never last, oh but fuck me, it feels good.

"Mm?" she hums, sounding as if she's amused, and then she takes me deep—deeper than I expected, making me feel as though I'm about to die from pleasure.

"Fuck," I moan, feeling her tongue swirl as she sucks.  I'll die happy.

I drop my head back when I can't watch her, and my hands are in her hair before I can stop myself.  I silently curse her when she slowly comes up and then just as slowly goes down, taking me at a pace that is meant for stronger men than I am.

I can't take it.  I'm going to lose myself in her mouth, and I have to be inside her.  She giggles when I jerk her off me and toss her to the bed, putting her beneath my body.

"You're trying to torture me," I say, unable to keep my grin away when I see her excited smile.

After putting the condom
on, I nudge her legs apart as I take my place between them.  It's a beautiful sight to see the girl you want spread wide and ready for you.  It's even better when it's Raya Capperton.

My tip plays at her entrance, and she arches those damn hips in invitation, making it hard not to slam into her.  But I want to see her eyes when I sink in.

She meets my gaze, and that's all it takes, I thrust forward, filling her up with one stroke, and then I start worrying about saying something stupid when I feel her meld to me.  A perfect fit.  Nothing has ever felt this good.  I only thought I was addicted; now I'm obsessed.

Instead of saying everything rattling around in my brain and risking sounding a little crazy, I choose to let out a sigh that says it all.

"Finally," I exhale, still in awe.  "Damn, you feel so good."

My lips brush hers seconds before I withdraw and plunge back in.  When those sexy sounds start coming from her again, I lose the ability to take this slow.

I rise up, leaving my body angled above hers, and then I start pushing in quicker and harder, praying it's not too much for her.  When she tilts her hips, letting me go deeper, I swear I see heaven behind my eyelids.  It takes a second to realize that growling moan is coming from me.

Everything in me heats, and my body starts moving faster, more powerfully.  When she lets her girly grunts free as our bodies collide, I start praying to last long enough to make this incredible for both of us.

The crushing kiss I deliver her seems to be exactly what she wants, and she claws at me, telling me with that action how close she is.  Then her walls clench around me, milking me, and my name tears through her lips as she breaks the kiss.

That's all I can take.  I thrust one last time, stilling inside her as deep as I can go, and my body trembles as I find the best release of my life.  My head drops to my chest as a held breath comes out almost painfully.  Now that she's mine, she seems even more beautiful.  I don't know if I'll ever let her wear clothes at home again.

Exhausted, I fall to the bed, dragging her with me and wrapping her up as tightly as possible.  I hope she doesn't plan on moving for a while, because I can't let go just yet.

"I've wanted to do that for so, so long," I say breathlessly, gulping down air like I can't get enough.

"You should have said something sooner," she murmurs, sounding high or drunk.  Not sure which, but it feels damn good.

All I can do is snicker.  But then her words from earlier come to mind, and I decide to clear some shit up.

"Don't ever say you're not good enough for me again, because I've never, ever once thought that.  If anything, it's the other way around.  I've been trying my damnedest to figure out a way to cross this... threshold."

She kisses my chest, and her small fingers start trailing lines over my skin.  Damn, it feels good to have her touching me.

"The threshold has definitely been crossed—possibly ripped up and thrown away," she says with her sweet grin.

I start laughing, but then the front door opens and shuts.  We both get still and quiet, acting like children who don't want to be caught in the act.

"If he gets back with Courtney, I'll kick his ass myself," Mom says angrily, making me roll my eyes.

But Raya gets tense beside, so I kiss her, reassuring her that there's no way in hell I'd choose someone else.

"He wants Raya.  Stop being so dramatic.  Kade's a smart boy.  He'll figure it out.  We need to meet Melanie."

Dad's an ass, but at least he's smart.  No way in hell I'd ever date Courtney again.

"Fine," Mom grumbles.  "I just need my purse.  You may want to call Raya and make sure she's okay."

Raya and I discuss things in whispers as Mom and Dad leave, and I fill her in on most of the night, everything leading up to the bar.  Finally, I make it to the point where I need to tell her how I feel, in case my demonstration wasn't enough.

"I'm sorry I lost it.  I just saw you with Lyle... and I saw red.  It was... stupid, but I've been falling for you for so long... it just.. I couldn't—"

Her lips find mine, silencing my ramble, and I pull her to me, needing as much as possible.  Raya Capperton has just ruined me.  There will never be anyone else who even comes close to making me feel this way.

Someone yells my name
seconds before my bedroom door swings open.