Page 23 of Taking A Chance
Cade is big, strong, and commanding. I feel nothing but safe as I lounge across his body. My head rests on his perfectly toned chest, his arms wrapped around my body. Cade is 100% top shelf eye candy and although a little cocky at times, more than once, I’ve seen a softer side to him.
If only it wasn’t short term, a holiday romance. If this is indeed the genuine Cade, and not some play acting to get me into bed. I smile to myself. If it is, his plan just worked. Anyway, what does it matter? In a couple of days, I’ll be flying back home, the holiday fling over, exactly what I needed to put some cracks in the wall that I’ve built around myself.
No longer will I let the memory of being suppressed, controlled, and demoralised by that man consume me. Things can be different. I can be in control of my life choices. I can be me.
“Hey!” Cade’s sleep muffled voice breaks through my head ramblings. “Good morning.” He hugs me tighter, nuzzling my neck as he kisses the pulse point. “That was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long while.” I position myself so I straddle him at the waist, his hardness clearly evident.
“Morning…” I look down at his thick, engorged penis, “glory?”
“Damn no, I could take care of that myself.” He takes hold of his cock and pumps it, just the once. “This fucker is rock hard, and that’s because I woke up with your sweet ass snuggled up in bed with me.” Hooking his hand behind my head, he pulls my face towards him, nearly impaling me on his dick sword. “And the memory of last night.” His mouth crashes to mine, his kiss fully charged with electricity that shoots a signal right between my legs. It’s hot, it’s sexy, and I give him everything I have right back. Sod the morning breath. At this moment, I don’t think either of us could care less.
I sit back, a little out of breath, and the aching between my legs is begging me for attention. I lift up onto my knees, positioning myself before taking hold of his cock. We look at each other, not a blink or flicker, as I lower myself slowly, until his cock is fully inside me. Our eyes close, our lip’s part, and we both exhale a deep, guttural moan of pleasure.
“Petra,” he growls, gripping my hips and pulling me on to him. I lift, then I drop. Slowly at first, but as my own needs build, so does the momentum. I want to come, and I want him to come too, but I also want more. I push down on him so our bodies are almost fused together and rotate my hips in a circular motion. Holy fuck, it feels so good with his hard cock inside me, filling me. My clit rubs against his pubic bone. His fingers dig into my skin as he moves with me, his moans of pleasure spurring me on. I ride him like I’m on a bucking bronco and no way was I ready to fall yet. His hands move from my hips and cover my breasts. Squeezing them firmly, he tugs at my pebbled nipples. With every stinging pull, I let out a soft moan as it ignites more heat between my legs. I’m so close, so, so close to coming. Then he flips us over so I’m now on my back, and he’s in control.
He stops, holding still. I wriggle underneath him, trying to grasp back the sensation that was sending me where I desperately want to be.
“Cade, please.”
“Not yet, baby, not until I say you can.”
“What, no. Fuck me, Cade, let me come,” I growl. Shocking even myself with how harsh I sound. It’s like torture.
“You want more of me, baby?” he asks sweetly as he pulls out slowly, then smashes hard back into me. “You want more of my cock?” Slowly out, crashing back in. He leans over me, his mouth up close, his lips skimming over mine as he speaks. “You want me to fuck you hard, baby?”
“Yes, Cade. Yes!” I cry out, my voice deep and almost demonic. My nails digging into his shoulders as I cling onto him. Like hell is he getting away without finishing what I started. “Hard, Cade, hard.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Hard is not a strong enough word for how he fucks me. It’s rough, unrelenting, almost brutal, but it’s… simply the most earth shattering, mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. Dirty, harsh, and raw, yet I have the most unexplainable feeling of being cared for, cosseted, cherished even. The contradictions, has my head in a spin. Or is it my orgasm that comes with flashing white lights and uncontrollable shakes as I get close to losing consciousness? While the aftershocks take over my body, I barely register the fact that Cade has pulled out of me and is fisting his cock. He ejaculates over my pussy, across my belly, and a few little dots hit just below my boobs. I watch as his fingers run through the sticky cum, spreading it across my skin, like he’s marking me, making me his.
I shake the ridiculous notion from my head. It’s a fling, a holiday thing. But I’m sure as hell enjoying every frigging minute of it.
We lay side by side on our backs, and allow our heart rates to slowly return to a normal regular beat.
Cade is the first to move, standing at the side of the bed, “Come on, let’s get showered off, then I better slip back to my room before Inspector Kat turns up.”
My phone pings. I know before I even look at it, it’s Kat. It’s like she has some sort of voodoo, sixth sense. Every time her name gets mentioned, or I think of her, I get a text or a call, or she turns up out of nowhere.
Cade grabs my purse from where I left it and tosses it onto the bed beside me.
I get out my phone and open the text message. It’s short and sweet and straight to the point. “Breakfast 30 minutes. Shopping.”
“I’ve got to meet Kat in half an hour,” I say. He holds out his hand to me and I take it, letting him pull me to my feet. The rush of blood to my head has me wobbling a bit. Catching me, he pulls me to him.
“I’m all sticky,” I say, trying to push away.
“Come here,” he brings me back to him, holding me so close that our skin becomes almost glued together with the stickiness. “I fucking love it. I like the fact that you smell of me. It’s as hot as fuck. I’m not even sure I want you to wash it off.”
“Eew, Cade no.” I complain, although the thought of having l’eau de Cade on me for the rest of the day is oddly arousing. The smell of him would have me walking around with a girl pecker on 24/7.
“Damn!” he sighs, and I wonder why, but then I feel his hard cock pushing against my stomach. “You should shower first. If I come in there with you, I’m only going to want to fuck you again.”
“Oh!” is all I say, but the disappointment in my voice is clearly evident.
“Hey!” he spins me around, facing me towards the bathroom. I feel a wisp of air as he whispers in my ear. “I think that pretty pussy of yours could do with a respite, at least until tonight.” He nips my earlobe with his teeth. “Because baby, I might have let you go during the day to placate your buddy Kat, but the nights, you’re all mine.” Gently pushing me towards the bathroom, he adds a sharp smack to my bum.
“Ouch!” I grumble, giving him a dirty look over my shoulder as I walk away. But when I turn my head away from him, I can’t help the salacious grin that covers my face.