Page 6 of Risk (Gods #3)

I press my hand to his toned chest. I can feel his heart beating as hard as mine is through the dress shirt he’s still wearing. Then, I lean in and kiss him.

His arms close around me, caging me in, as his tongue moves in my mouth.

There’s something inherently intoxicating about being naked and pressed up against a fully clothed man. The expensive fabric of his pants against my legs. The brush of his cotton shirt teasing my tender nipples.

It’s a huge turn-on.

But as much of a turn-on as that is, I still want him naked. I want to feel his skin against mine.

And I want it now.

“Get naked,” I murmur. “It’s my turn to see you.”

He bites down on my bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug before putting a minimal amount of space between us so he can undress.

With his eyes locked on mine, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, but he isn’t going quick enough for me, so I start to help. I tug his shirt out of his pants and get to work on the buttons at the bottom.

A low chuckle comes from him, and I look up at him through my lashes.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. I just appreciate the enthusiasm.”

With his shirt undone, I can see a sliver of tan skin that I’m dying to kiss.

Kaden removes his cuff links, putting them in his pants pocket as I push open his shirt. Sliding my palms over smooth, unblemished skin, I feel him shudder beneath my touch, and I get off on knowing that I affect him in this way.

For as long as I’ve wanted him, always thinking that he just saw me as his friend’s little sister and nothing more…well, it’s an amazing feeling to know that I get to him like he does me. That he likes me as more than just a friend—because nothing we’ve done so far could be construed as friendly.

I move my hands to his shoulders and shove his shirt off, giving me full access.

Oh my.

He’s ripped. I’m talking strong shoulders and defined biceps, abs for days, and— thank you, Jesus —he has that sharp V-cut into his obliques that turns a woman’s brain to mush.

And I am a weak, weak woman.

Kaden might not fight anymore, but that hasn’t stopped him from maintaining his physique. And after the trauma his body and mind have been through, I know he must have worked twice as hard to achieve and maintain his body.

I lean in and press my lips to his chest.

His hand slides down my back to cup my ass.

I kiss my way down his body, licking a path over his belly button to the start of the trail of hair that will lead me to what I’ve been waiting a very long time to see.

Lowering to my knees, I pop open the button on his pants and drag down the zipper.

His dick is straining against the confines of his boxer briefs.

I lean in and press a kiss to his cock over the fabric, wanting to tease him a little, just like he did to me.

His hand cups my chin, and he tilts my face to look up at him.

He runs his thumb over my lower lip. “Take my cock out.”

I dart my tongue out and lick the tip of his thumb. His eyes flash with a dark promise, and then he pushes his thumb into my mouth, fingers still curled around my chin, holding me there.

Keeping his stare, I suck on his thumb and start to work his dress pants down his legs. He steps out of them, kicking them aside.

His legs are as muscular and toned as the rest of him, but his legs are not currently what I’m staring at.

Because I cannot take my eyes off his cock. Or at least the outline of it, stretching the cotton of his boxer briefs.

Sweet Lawd.

I’m so wet that the tops of my thighs are slick with it.

Reaching my hand out, I run my fingertip up his length, base to tip, and he hisses out a breath, his grip on my chin tightening. I glance up at him through my lashes. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are blazing hot. He looks like he’s barely holding on to his restraint.

Using both my hands, I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly pull them down.

Jesus.

His dick is big—I’m talking serious girth. I’m not actually sure if it’s gonna fit inside me, but, hey, one thing at a time. I’ll worry about that later.

First though…

I curl my hand around his cock, feeling him bare for the first time. I give his thumb a hard suck at the exact moment that I give his dick a firm squeeze.

Kaden pulls his thumb from my mouth, and in a sex-soaked voice, he says, “Suck me.”

My mouth waters at the command.

I do as he said. Sucking the tip, I start to take him into my mouth, going as far as my gag reflex will allow.

Obviously, I can’t take him all—I’m thinking only a deep-throating expert could—so I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and start to jack him off while I lick and suck him, aiming to give him a blow job he won’t forget anytime soon.

His fingers slide into my hair, gripping it, and he wraps it around his hand. “You’re way too fucking good at this, Beautiful.”

The heated praise and the way he keeps calling me Beautiful make my clit throb, desperate for attention, so I slide my free hand between my legs to ease some of the pressure while I get him off.

But before I know it, Kaden’s dick is out of my mouth, and I’m hauled to my feet, picked up, and tossed onto the bed.

He climbs up over me, dark eyes staring down at me. “You need to get off, you use my mouth, fingers, or dick. When you’re with me, Beautiful, you don’t get yourself off, not unless I tell you to—understand?”

I’m a strong, independent, well-educated woman, and if a man ever spoke to me like this in my day-to-day life, he’d be searching for his balls for the rest of his life.

But right now, my feminism is out the window, and I’m reverted to my basic needs, where I want a man—no, I want this man—to dominate the fuck out of me. Literally.

All I can do is nod dumbly, and I watch as he knees my legs apart, lowers his head to my nipple, and sucks it into his mouth as he pushes one of those amazing fingers inside me.

“Kaden,” I moan, my back arching off the bed, pushing my breast further into his mouth.

He flicks my nipple with his tongue and sucks on it before doing the same to the other one while he fingers me, rubbing his thumb over my clit.

“You want my mouth again?” he rumbles.

“God, yes,” I moan, mindless with need and desire.

Then, he’s back between my legs again, his tongue on my clit, and I’m plunged into sweet, sweet bliss.

The things this man can do with his tongue…indecent, but totally and utterly decadent.

It’s not long before I feel the rise of my impending orgasm, and I’m riding it out against his face.

I never usually come this quickly. Not even when I get myself off. But something about him and what he does to me has changed that. It’s a revelation.

“Jesus,” I pant, pushing my hair back off my face.

I’ve never had two orgasms before having sex. Come to think of it, I’ve never had two orgasms in one night. Let alone, like, twenty minutes apart.

Kaden kisses his way up my body, stopping to pay attention to my breasts before kissing my mouth again.

I can feel his cock pressed against my thigh, a wet trail of his pre-cum on my skin.

“I need you inside me,” I murmur against his lips. “Do you have a condom?”

“In my wallet. Don’t move.”

I admire the view of his tight ass, feeling the anticipation of what’s to come as he retrieves his wallet from his suit pocket.

Condom in hand, he walks back to the bed and stands at the end of it. Eyes fixed on me, he takes his cock in his other hand and unashamedly starts to jack himself off.

I rise up onto my elbows and lift a brow. “So, you’re allowed to touch yourself, but I’m not?”

“If you wanna help me out, then get your sweet ass over here.”

I push up onto my knees and make my way over to the edge of the bed. I take the condom wrapper from his hand and tear it open with my teeth.

Dipping my head down, I kiss the tip of his cock, licking away the salty pre-cum. I can honestly say, I’ve never liked the taste of a man’s cum before, but I like his.

“You taste good,” I hum.

His fingers grip my hair, and he tips my head back so I’m staring into his eyes.

I’ve never been with a guy like Kaden before. Older than me. More experienced in the bedroom than me. The way he manhandles me is a massive turn-on. I don’t want to be treated like a princess in bed. I want to be fucked hard, and I know he’s going to give me that.

“Wrap him up. Then get on your hands and knees.”

Every order he gives me is like a shot of adrenaline to my system.

Trembling fingers roll the condom down his length, and I start to feel a touch of nerves.

Those nerves grow as I move into the position he told me to get into.

It’s not that I don’t want this now that we’re actually here and it’s about to happen—because I really do want him.

It’s just that his cock is big, and I’m not sure he’s going to fit.

I glance back at him over my shoulder. He looks like a fucking god, standing there—tan skin, muscles taut with tension, one knee on the bed, ready to come and make me his.

“Kaden…” I bite my lip. “You’re big, and I…don’t know if you’ll fit.”

His eyes darken in the sexiest way, and it makes my belly quiver.

“I’ll fit, and you’ll take it all.”

Holy shit.

If there was any feminist left in me, she’s definitely gone. Poof, disappeared in a puff of smoke, because, right now, I’m all, Yes, sir . It doesn’t matter if your big dick hurts me, whatever I can do to please you, sir.

Because that was seriously hot.

HOT.

Yes, the capitals were needed.

Because, Lord in heaven, no one has ever spoken to me that way before. Do I like it? Hell yes, I do.

Kaden kneels on the bed behind me, and my body tightens in anticipation.

I expect him to push that big dick inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes two fingers inside me, and then he scissors them. I realize what he’s doing. He’s getting me ready to take him.

Warmth spreads across my chest—and it’s crazy that I’m getting gooey over a guy fingering me, but here we are.

Before I know it, I’m moaning, pushing back on his fingers, riding his hand.