Page 30 of Chaos & Carnage
And then, under the cocktail of heat and pressure pulsing through my body, at the assault of his lips and tongue on my neck, I let go of any notion of control. At least for tonight.
“Maybe there is no line, Cade,” I whispered.
He paused, pulling back from me and studying my face, and now I worried I’d said something wrong. I was about to speak, to apologise, but suddenly he pulled the hand from my back, pushing his hands into my hair, his lips crashing against mine, all gentleness gone from his as he forced his tongue into my mouth, lips pulling and plucking. The sudden ferocity caught my breath, and now we were walking backwards, until the sink stopped us moving any further, trapping me between Cade and the bench at my back.
Pressing my hands against his stomach, I pushed under his t-shirt, Cade flinching at my touch, my fingers exploring, trying to remember each bump of skin over the muscle that had been a mere hint the night before.
His hands dropped from my hair, something tugging on the bottom of the thin, long-sleeved top and before I could even form the thought it was wrenched off over my head, a rush of cool air attacking my body, and then the warm roughness of Cade’s hands smoothing up my skin, running over the top of my bra. He reached a hand inside, pushing away the satin cup, his thumb and forefinger finding my nipple, rolling it between them. My stomach jolted, echoing deep in my pussy.
I gasped against his mouth; the sound creating a ripple of energy in him as he growled against my lips. His other hand dropped down my stomach, his touch more urgent, pushing inside the green cotton trousers, cupping over the lace of my knickers.
“Fuck, Alice. You’re soaking, and I’ve got nowhere near your sweet pussy yet.” His words vibrated through my whole body, right down between my legs.
I tugged on Cade’s t-shirt, my hands uncoordinated as it stuck on his chest. He slid his hand from my trousers, freeing my nipple, and crossed his arms over his stomach, yanking the white shirt off in one quick movement. Underneath, he was sensational. Lean, hard muscle, a dusting of golden blond hair between his pecs, darker on his lower stomach where it disappeared under leather trousers, to where there was no mistaking the bulge under the slimming black. I gasped, unsure of him, like he was a mirage that would break into pieces if I went near him.
The white t-shirt dropped to the floor by our feet. And still, all I could do was stare.
“You can touch me, Alice,” he murmured, his voice a coaxing purr, creating another surge of something in my body.
Cade took my hand, his fingers wrapping gently around it, placing it in the middle of his chest and underneath I could feel a heart pounding, the little drum of rhythm under my fingertips. He guided my hand over his skin, his expression tense, his teeth biting at his lip, but his eyes captured mine, never letting my gaze drop, even as my hand did. He led my hand down over his stomach, the slight ripple of the muscle underneath, his palm pushing into the back of my hand, and carefully, slowly, he kept pushing it down, following the tickle of the hair on his lower stomach.
The descent slowed, hot flesh changing to the roughness of denim jeans snug over his waist. Cade reached around, flipping over the button, pulling at the rest, the dull popping sound overly loud in the charged silence between us. Then he pushed my hand lower, sliding it under the soft, cotton of the boxers I couldn’t see. Hot satin met my fingers, a tiny drop of moisture at the very end. I gasped, my instinct to pull away, but his hand held mine still, a slight squeeze to stop me retreating, his green eyes a swirling whirlpool of mossy darkness and his lip still tightly held in his teeth, like this was testing his self-control as much as it was trying mine. Then he closed my fingers around him, slowly pushing my hand up and down his shaft.
Cade closed his eyes, hiding the stormy green from me, taking a big gulp of air, his chest lowering slowly as he let it back out in one long, controlled movement. When his hand left the back of mine, I didn’t stop. Maintaining the rhythm over the top of him, feeling over the tip to the wetness of pre-cum, and somewhere deep in his chest, he let out a low moan.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” I stopped.
“Nothing, Al. Nothing is wrong. Don’t stop.” His tortured whisper sent a shiver racing through me, my hand bumping over his erection.
“Fuck, and that’s all it took to get you to shiver for me like that. Get your hand on my cock, huh?”
His mouth crashed into me, his tongue inside me before I even really opened my lips to him. Cade’s arms brushed around me, grasping at the back of my bra and snapping it free. Then he edged it down my arms, my hand leaving him for only a second before he encouraged it back to his shaft. He arched away from me slightly, pressing my hand to his groin and his lips trailed down my neck, his tongue darting out, licking and kissing. Over my collar bone. Into the groove at the base of my throat. Down my sternum. My pussy tensed. His lips trailed lower, feeling over the top of my breast, and then I shivered again. He murmured something against me; the vibrations washing over me, my hand tightening around his cock. Then his lips found my nipple, and he flicked his tongue over the very end.
Fire burned inside me now. Consuming. Hot. Intense. Every nerve ending and tissue screaming for something. Anything. My grip tightened around Cade’s shaft again, his cock hard and heavy in my hand. His tongue flicked at the end of my nipple, and then he sucked, my knees feeling suddenly too weak to hold me up. His arm wrapped around my back, but it wasn’t to hold me up as he pushed at the waistband of my trousers, fingers feeling under the elastic of my knickers, stroking them over my arse, the cold air rushing in to take their place. I finished what he started, pushing the green material over my lower legs, kicking them off to the side.
His fingers wasted no time, caressing down my stomach, rough pads sending a ripple of shivers over my skin, anticipation heavy in my limbs. His knuckles grazed at my inner thighs. A little nudge into the flesh and I stepped further apart, closing my eyes, trying to slow the pounding in my chest. I felt him slow, his fingers finding their way, testing my wetness and humming approval over my nipple. Fuck. I pushed towards him, involuntary encouragement. And then the pressure in my body changed. Real pressure now, as he slid a finger into me, careful and gentle, easing in and out. And then more pressure. Another finger and he opened them out, stretching at me and I think I moaned, or whimpered, or made some other pathetic noise.
“Ah fuck, Alice. You’re killing me here.” His words were cool against my breast, his fingers moving quickly. “Let me fuck you, baby.”
I nodded, breathless, wordless.
Cade pulled from me, his face moving from my chest, fumbling for something in his leather trousers, and I lay back against the bench, my head whirring, my body clenching, naked in my own kitchen.
He stroked his hand over his cock, smoothing the condom over his length and for the first time I stole a glance, watching him roll his fist back over it, once, twice. Then he pulled at the waistband of his trousers, pushing them down his legs, until we both stood naked.
Wrapping a hand round my thigh, he hooked it round him, adjusting himself so he was in the middle. The head of his cock glided over me, and I gasped as he coated it in my wetness, his knuckles dragging across my flesh as he got into position.
“Look at me, Al,” he commanded, his voice low and hoarse.
I lifted my gaze to his face, to where his eyes were waiting for me, green and rich like a forest in summer. Fingers pushed into my hair, tilting my head and holding my face captive to his, and the head of his cock pushed inside me. I gasped, closing my eyes.
“Look at me, baby. Don’t you dare close those eyes.”
He edged in a little further, just a fraction, and waited. I forced my eyes on his, listening to our breaths, heavy and hard. And then he pushed again, stopping after a further fraction of him entered me, watching my face.
“Please,” I whispered.