Authors: Red Garnier
Cade … he was like a raw, exposed nerve. And Ivy felt like her own live wires, her
own exposed nerves, became electrified when she made the merest contact with him.
Even a visual one.
Aching to be with him again while at the same time dreading it would be their last
time, she sat up and trailed her fingers down the center of his chest. Her touch made
him hiss, and she could feel the currents inside him like electricity, seeping into
her.
Everything about him was so sinfully sexy, she could hardly stand looking at him without
wanting to touch and lick him. She wished she didn’t have to leave. She wished she
could … belong to him.
Closing her eyes as she let her feelings wash over her, she bent and sank her teeth
around a small, brown male nipple, and her womb clenched at the answering growl that
tore from his chest. She wanted to tell him so many things, and at the same time,
she wanted to show them to him.
She suckled his nipple, and his fingers clenched around her scalp, locking her head
closer to him, and that was all the encouragement she needed to lick him lower. And
lower. And lower.
When she reached his cock, she heard him groan in anticipation. “Ivy…”
“Yes, Cade,” she answered, letting him know with those two words that she planned
to blow him.
Hard.
She seized the base and looked at him through her lashes. The look on his face made
her pussy ripple in hot need. He looked … destroyed by his need. By his hunger.
Her throat closed with the force of her desire. Breathless and fevered on the inside,
she licked her tongue over the bloated tip, lapping up the drops of pre-come gathered
there. As the taste of him seeped into her, a merciless greed opened like a bottomless
void inside of her. She wanted him so much.
Too much.
She slid her hands down his hard thighs, and her vagina pulsed needfully as she moved
her tongue over his enormous, thick length. Up and down, she licked him, aware of
him watching her with glowing silver eyes and a tightly gritted jaw.
When she took him fully into her mouth, as much of his cock as she could fit, he hissed
out a strained sound and swiveled his hips to push more of himself inside her.
She almost choked and he quickly tangled his fingers in her hair and retrieved her
head back an inch. “My bad…,” he said thickly. “Easy.”
Desperate to go back in, Ivy nodded and closed her eyes shut as she licked up another
pre-come drop at the tip. Salty and male and … Cade. “You taste so good … so…” Trapped
by his gaze, she breathlessly stroked him with her fists as she looked into his virile
face—ten times more handsome to her right now, when it was raw and primal, tensed
and carved with lust. “Forbidden.”
“Jesus. Lick me up, Ivy.”
Her mouth watered, and hot little clenches gripped her pussy as she lowered her head
back down. Her lips brushed across the crown, and his muscles contracted in response.
She smiled up at him, and he gazed at her with a look of barely restrained control,
like he was about to flip her over and screw her brains out.
“Like this?”
His nostrils flared when she licked a big circle around the folds of the crown, and
he dropped his head back on the pillows, breathing fast.
“Yeah, baby.” His hands gently caressed the back of her head, almost petting her.
He moved his hip again, rolling toward her mouth. A tremor racked her body and she
crammed the first few inches of him into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Ivy.”
Growing bolder, she cupped his ball sack in her palms and started a slow rhythm, her
panties soaked as he watched her.
“Do you like to swallow, baby?” His rough, textured voice magnified her need to alarming
levels, and she wondered if she was in danger of climaxing just by feeling him spurt
his semen inside her mouth.
“I never have before, but I really want to.” She sucked up another drop of pre-come
and shuddered, drunk by his taste. Intoxicated by him. Her eyes drifted shut and suddenly
she couldn’t
not
taste him, couldn’t hold back from bringing him to orgasm with her mouth.
As her head bobbed and her mouth moved frantically sucking his cock, he began plunging
upward. “Oh baby,” he moaned, his body vibrating with tension. “Oh, God, yeah.”
She caught the lustful look on his face and her sex throbbed in response. He watched,
his pupils engulfing the silver of his irises, as he slid his body in and out of her
mouth, his long, thick cock wet and rigid and marked with veins.
Ivy felt her own orgasm tease through her when he stiffened for a moment, then began
spurting inside of her. She shuddered at her first taste of him, swallowing him up
while trying to keep the pace she had set, her fingers joining her mouth to cover
the lower part of him and caress his testicles.
His dark head thrashed to the side, cords straining in his neck as he continued coming,
feeding her body, her soul, with his semen, his essence, letting her taste what one
day could join with her body to create life. The thought of one day having a child
with this man undid her.
When he suddenly recovered and sat up, staring at her with nearly black eyes and a
predatory, panther’s gaze that promised her untold ecstasy, Ivy trembled in readiness.
With one powerful move, he seized her by the waist and rolled her over, splaying her
wide open on the bed. He was her every fantasy come to life, her every desire, her
every longing and yearning, he had become it. And her pussy gripped with need, jealous
that her mouth had had the pleasure of being filled by his cock. Her vagina walls
quivered as he surveyed her, the tight ripples in her tissue producing more heated
moisture at the prospect of being fucked.
His chest gleamed with sweat, his nakedness arousing her beyond comprehension.
He reached both hands between her parted thighs and opened them wider, thighs that
felt liquid and weak, and then he slid both hands up the inside of her flesh, where
he inserted the index finger of each of his hands into her vagina.
The simultaneous penetration of each finger, at the same time, curling inside her
sheath to stroke his fingertips in a sinuous scrape down her vagina walls, made her
scream out. Pleasure collided with pain and gripped her in a whirlwind of unbearable
sensations.
“Cade!” His name was a breathless plea, and it made his face tighten as he watched
her writhe. He repeated the double penetration of his index fingers.
“Show me how much you like this, baby. I can tell you do. Your pussy walls won’t let
go of me.”
Her throat clamped down on any words, for what he was giving her was past pleasure,
past bliss, past ecstasy. There wasn’t a name for it. No name for the way the flames
consumed her. Took her. Shook her.
Her head thrashed behind her and her spine arched helplessly, his fingers scraping
her insides in a preamble to his possession.
Her breasts jiggled in her bra, and then he slid his hands up her abdomen, his eyes
drawn to them. She wanted to tear her bra off and beg him to kiss her there. To love
her boobs, because she did not.
Tiny spasms seized her, zinged in her pussy. Her straining nipples hurt against her
bra.
“Pinch your nipples for me,” he commanded.
As she pinched them hard enough to shoot pleasure down to her toes, he pressed the
head of his cock to the ultrasensitive slit of her pussy. Pleasure ripped through
her as he entered her, inch by inch, with tormenting slowness, so that every cell
in her body was aware of every inch of his cock, advancing inside her.
He reached around her and rubbed her ass between his hands, molding the flesh like
clay, all while he scraped his cock against her moistened slit. She could feel the
need in him like something palpable, in the ragged sound of his breath, the roughness
in his voice.
She trembled when he teased the tip of his cock out of her, then nudged her clit with
it. Then, he thrust it back in.
His thrusts turned rough, impressed by coarse, short grunts and lengthy guttural groans.
A red-hot animal need had overpowered him, and her, and they were fucking like it.
Like animals.
“Argh! You feel so. Incredibly.
Good
.” His guttural voice on her ear drove her within reach of her orgasm. Her every muscle
contracted as she squeezed her cunt around his strokes.
Her lips parted on a quiet gasp and her eyes rolled back as her climax crashed over
her, taking her with it, drowning her with wave after wave of white-hot pleasure.
Cade gorged his thick shaft inside her and let out a carnal, inarticulate sound as
his large frame bucked, and then he rocked in spasm after spasm, pumping her all the
time he came inside her.
She was still gasping when he fell on top of her, quickly propping himself up on his
elbows to ease some of his weight off her and stroke one hand across her forehead.
She hummed appreciatively, her eyes drifting shut as she fought to come back to earth.
He brought his mouth to her ear and grazed her skin as he whispered, “You look like
a woman well tended to.”
She opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her with a cocky smile. She was sure,
without having to say it, he could see her feelings in her eyes like in a magic scry.
“And you look very pleased about it,” she teased, but she suddenly wished she didn’t
want to cry.
Tomorrow, this was all over.
She bit her lip and turned around, giving him her back so he didn’t notice her chin
started to tremble. Thank God he missed it.
The mattress shifted when he eased himself off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom
to get cleaned, and she took the time to compose herself.
Watching him return to the room naked, Ivy drew in a breath and moved to recline on
the headboard, adjusting her panties and bra.
Seeing his cock in its new unhardened state felt slightly like spying, taking a glimpse
of a still very threatening but far more vulnerable side of him.
He still looked formidable. His cock so thick and long it dangled heavily between
his powerful thighs.
His abdomen was deliciously ridged by six hard, muscled squares. His chest, arms,
and legs were lean and hard and corded, and those endless yards of luscious bronzed
skin currently gleamed with sweat.
She had never seen something so beautiful.
He dropped down beside her. He kissed her on the lips and stroked his hand along her
hair. “I like playing with you, Ivy.”
Her voice was thick and craggy. “I like playing with you, too.”
She felt him kiss the top of her head and tuck her into his neck, and with his arm
around her shoulders, he fell asleep within minutes.
She lay against him for a long time, studying his profile, seeing his chest rise and
fall, his naked body glistening in the moonlight. She slept for a few hours, but woke
up several times during the night, restless, consumed by a thousand emotions, one
of them totally new and alien to her, totally directed at the man on the bed.
He fucked her once, almost asleep, almost automatically, but always it felt as if
he needed her to live. As if he needed her as much as she needed him.
The next time when she lay awake, he seemed to sense her breathing was different from
his. He stirred on the mattress, he was so big that it creaked under his weight, and
then he stretched out a powerful arm, as if looking for her, and then gathered her
at his side.
He buried his face in the back of her neck and sighed before he started breathing
deeply again. Her heart hurt in her chest, because she never thought he could be such
a gentle lover and so passionate at once. She never knew he would gather his friends’
money, and pretend he didn’t want to help, but did.
She knew her body wanted him. She just hadn’t expected her heart would, too.
Tomorrow was Monday, and Ivy couldn’t stand to think of not seeing him for a day,
much less a week, much less maybe for
forever.
She had felt like she’d taken a vacation from reality, and come tomorrow, it would
all be back.
She didn’t want it to be.
She wished she could stay here, where nothing could ever touch her but him.
Chapter Five
I have to go. I really have to go.
Cade rubbed his eyes wearily, making his way around Ivy’s apartment for one last time.
He’d put on coffee for himself, and now waited for it to bubble up. He hadn’t slept
shit last night, but he wasn’t about to tell Ivy. She had lain real close to him and
had bad dreams, tossing all night.
She’d been sweating and then she’d sighed, and then she’d moaned as though tortured
by some faceless villain Cade had wanted to punch. Even after he’d fucked her and
come all over her and she’d gone back to sleep, she’d … been trembling. Not in the
way he enjoyed her to tremble for him, but in a way that made him lose his sleep,
as well.
Cade just wanted to know what the hell she was so afraid of, so he could show her
she didn’t need to be. He wanted to hold her real close and yet he couldn’t … just
like he couldn’t protect Laura. Because Ivy was gone today, out to save the world—or
at least part of it—from cancer.
Damn it!
The unexpected effects she had on him were not diminishing, as he’d supposed they
would if he’d gotten her out of his system. Anger, lust, need, these feelings had
emerged so raw he felt sore every time they were together, drunk with her nearness.
He couldn’t even meet that innocent honey-eyed gaze for fear of sacking her right
there, taking her right there.
Mine
.
My. Woman. My. Woman.
My
woman.
His soul seemed to be crying out for him to do something about it. But if he didn’t
want her to loathe his black devil self for not supporting her cause, then he’d known
he’d had to let her go today. Despite the warning flags, the deafening bells in his
ears. Despite every cell in his body screaming at him not to. Despite those wide troubled
honeyed eyes that had tugged at his most basic, protective instincts. But what did
he want to protect her from? He could see it in her gaze when he refused to acknowledge
the disease she wanted to combat that she thought he was being petty and small. He
didn’t want to be that man to her.