Page 20 of Wild Lies

When he’s left only in his boxer briefs, I swallow thickly, resting my hands on the waistband as I look up at him. I can practically feel the sparks of the fire burning between us, the flames licking at my skin and begging me to step into it, to burn up.

“Kade?” I whisper, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.

Somehow, he knows what I mean without me uttering another word, because he replies, “I know.”

It feels like such a pivotal moment, as if nothing will be the same after tonight. We won’t be the same people after tonight. And I’m okay with that because I got to have him.

Darting my tongue across my bottom lip, I push Kade’s boxer briefs down his toned thighs. His cock springs free, jutting out with a bead of precum on the tip. He’s so big, I don’t know how he’ll possibly fit. I watch Kade’s face as I wrap my hand around him. His eyes flutter closed, and he tips his head back as a low moan falls from his lips.

He’s so hard that I’m surprised he’s not in pain. Maybe he is. I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting his saltiness. Kade’s hands dive into my hair, and his hips rock forward a fraction, like he’s trying to stop but can’t help himself.

I tease him, running my tongue over the tip again before sucking him into my mouth. He’s barely halfway in before he’s hitting the back of my throat, and I’m choking on his size with tears in my eyes.

Kade groans, the sound coming from something primal deep inside of him, before he pulls me off his length and wipes away the saliva from my chin. “As fucking amazing as that feels, I don’t think I’ll last for long if you keep doing it.”

He bends, repositioning me on the bed until I’m on my back and he can pull my panties off. When I’m naked, he climbs on top of me, settling between my legs. His size, both in bulk and height, is a stark contrast to mine. If I didn’t feel so safe in his presence, it might be intimidating.

“Is this okay?” he asks, as if he’s somehow in my head and wants to check in.

I rest a hand on his shoulder and brush back a lock of hair that’s fallen over his brow. “It’s perfect. Is it okay for you?”

Kade chuckles, the sound tinged with a little pain. “Yeah, it’s perfect for me too.”

I nod, exhaling as I rest my hands on his hips. “I’ve never done this before. Had sex with a stranger. Although you don’t feel like a stranger.” Oh my God, Chloe, shut up. “It’s just that every…” My words trail off as if my mouth has finally caught up with my brain.

“We can stop if you want to.”

I search his gaze and see nothing but understanding. It just reaffirms what I already know: I want this. I want him. “No. God, no. I’m just a little nervous, overwhelmed and incredibly turned on.”

“If you’re sure, but remember, you’re in control. At any point, you can put a stop to this or slow it down, no pressure.”

Resting my hands on his hips, I squeeze the flesh, a slight smile curving my lips. “I know.”

Seemingly satisfied, Kade closes the gap between us, covering my mouth with his. I wrap my arms around his neck as he hooks my thigh over his arm, and his cock nestles against my pussy. There’s a slight pressure from where his weight is on me, but I desperately need more, and so I take it, rocking my hips as best I can, seeking out my release.

Kade pulls away, rasping, “Condom. Fuck I wanna be inside you, but we need a condom.”

“I don’t have any,” I groan, the sound almost pained.

I whimper when Kade leaves me, a chill falling over my heated, naked body. He picks up his pants, rummaging through the pockets with a desperation I feel to my soul. When he fishes out his wallet, he holds it up like a prize, a relieved grin on his face that quickly turns sheepish.

Kade snags a condom, throwing his wallet to the floor, ripping the foil packet with his teeth, before sliding the condom on and climbing back on top of me. We get back into the same position as earlier, my leg over his arm, his mouth on mine as we kiss. But this time, instead of his cock nestling against my pussy, he lines himself up, slowly sliding in, inch by glorious inch.

I moan as Kade groans, the sounds mingling and bouncing around the room. He’s so big, it’s almost painful. My body stretches to accommodate him, making sure I’m aware of every inch as he glides slowly inside me. I’ve never felt so filled by someone before. So complete.

When he’s fully seated, he holds still, a muscle ticking in his jaw before he pulls back to look down at me. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on his brow like he’s holding on to his restraint. My nipples harden almost painfully at the thought, an ache for more settling in my gut.

“You okay? Does it feel good for you?”

I love that he keeps checking in on me, that he’s making sure I’m okay, but I really need him to move. “Yes,” I breathe, rolling my hips to prove my unspoken point.

So incredibly slowly, Kade takes the hint and pulls back until only the tip of his cock is left inside me. There’s a tenderness in his gaze that shouldn’t be there, but then he slams forward, and it’s like a firework display of raw, primal need and my mind goes blank.

I cry out as pleasure rips through me. Spasms running through my body and curling my toes. Fuck me.

Kade repeats the movement, and my body reacts in exactly the same way.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Chlo. I love the way your pussy is milking me each time.”