Cake (14 page)

“I want to hear you say it, Kylie,” he breathes in between kisses. “Tell me who, and what, you want.”

“You.” I don’t hesitate to answer. Now that I’ve made the decision to lose all control, he can have whatever he wants, however he wants. “Your body. Sex.”

Supporting my ass cheeks with each hand, he lifts me, guiding me to wrap my legs around him. For once, I’m grateful for my long legs as I secure each one around his waist. Cradling his penis against the vee of my pelvis, I grind down, causing him to have a full body shiver. I love that my body is the reason for his reaction.

Walking with me attached to him, he takes us to his bedroom. Daylight shines bright through the wall of windows. There is nowhere to hide, not that I want to, but something pivotal is being shown without being said and there is no going back. Our mouths are still joined, and I can’t get enough of his kisses. Give me another couple of minutes, and I’ll come from them alone. I’ve never experienced a man that shows me so much sensuality and demonstrates incredible strength using nothing but his mouth. I’m no anorexic model; yet, he stands holding me up, kissing me, not rushing to put me down, and not overexerted in the least.

His hands massage my backside, his fingers gliding up and down the crack of my ass. The elastic of my tiny gym shorts easily moves down, allowing whatever access he needs. My hands move from his neck to his shoulders, and I angle myself to mimic riding him.

“Damn, Girl.” Pulling back, I stare into those dark eyes, wondering what he is thinking.

“Tell me what you are thinking.” I speak, before I change my mind.

“God, I’m afraid I’ll scare you if I do,” he says huskily.

“I want to know it all. I want you to tell me everything. Don’t treat me like I’ll break.” Making sure he is looking at me, I finish, “Use me.” My girl-parts are flooded with warmth. I’ve always wanted to say that to a man and mean it. He’s so excited; I can tell just by the way he looks at me. It’s heady and a little scary, but I want this more than my next breath.

“I’m going to lay you down and feast on you until you can scream no more. Then, I am going to bury my dick, balls deep, inside your pussy. I know it will be tight, and I can only imagine how wet it will be. You are going to come so hard on my dick that just the thought of how firm you are going to squeeze me makes me fucking stiff.”

Letting a loud moan escape, I attack his mouth again, wanting to suck every single one of those words down my throat and praying that every one of them comes true. I feel him shift as he places his knee on the bed, angling me down towards the mattress. Never once does he let his mouth leave mine.

Once I’m lying completely flat, he draws back to let his eyes roam across my body. Grasping my shirt by the hem, he lifts, pulling my sports bra off at the same time. Automatically, my hands fly to cover my breasts. I don’t have small boobs, so they are not overly tight from cosmetic surgery which so many men seem to prefer these days. Swatting my hands away, he makes it clear without using words that he doesn’t want me to cover them. My nipples stiffen to the point of pain, but he seems to appreciate the sight.

“You have gorgeous tits, Kylie. Real. They’re a rare find these days.” He leans his mouth down, his eyes never leaving mine, and touches his tongue to one of my nipples then swirls it slowly around my areole.

The moment he begins to suck hard, gathering as much as he can in his mouth, I can’t stop the groans that flee me. Switching from one breast to the other, he soothes and punishes with equal amounts of vigor, seeming to be in no hurry. Closing my eyes tight, I enjoy the intense sensations. My hands firmly grip his shoulders, this time, leaving scratches as my hands lose their hold and slide down his arm.

“God, I’m so glad you still have this.” One hand dips down to tug at my belly button piercing that Madison dared me to get in college. Right now, it’s my birthstone. “It’s so fucking hot,” he says while kissing it.

I moan, remembering the first time he saw it one summer. His eyes betrayed some smartass comment he made. Yeah, I was right. He liked what he saw.

“Tell me what you want next, Kylie,” he begs.

My eyes fly to his, wanting to give him what he needs but not knowing exactly what to say. I usually just direct men to what I want physically. A feeling of shyness invades the heat that he has been building inside of me, dousing it slightly. I know what he wants me to ask, but I’m not sure I can use the ‘P’ word. Bringing my hands back to his shoulders, I push him down, only to have him laugh at my feeble attempts.

“No, baby. Tell me where you want me to kiss you next. Lick you next.” Rising over me, he slips my shoes off and grabs my shorts and panties, pulling them past my knees and, finally, off.

My eyes bulge at the thought. Probably not attractive, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a man ask that. Well, out loud anyway. Watching his eyes devour the sight of my naked body does it for me. If I can just slide his hand or mine between my legs, there is no doubt that I will succumb to the pleasure.

“Kylie, stay with me,” his voice calls. “All you have to do is ask. I want you to be my bad girl. Have you been a bad girl before?”

Shaking my head no, my body quivers at the thought. Excitement pulls every string in my body. I feel liquid warmth trickle down my thigh, proving just how excited I am. This is Dray. I can do this. Sex without shame. Why can’t I ask for exactly what I want?

Bringing his ear to my mouth, I whisper, “I want you to lick me. Make me wet, Dray.” My body goes into overdrive at my words and so does his. I feel him become tense all over. Sweat dots his forehead, and his body shakes with, what I hope, is want.

“Fuck yes!” he says, kissing his way down my stomach and then...

OH MY GOD! I’ve never… is that his tongue and fingers? At the same time? My first orgasm takes less than a minute to commence but lasts for several more. He doesn’t stop the entire time. When I finish, he pulls back to lick his fingers, which sends another ripple through me.

“You are so sensitive. You taste so good, so sweet.” Leaning over to the drawer beside his bed, he pulls off his shorts and grabs a condom. “I can’t wait any longer, Kylie.”

Rolling the condom over his very long and thick appendage, he covers my body with his, sliding his large cock between my nether lips. Back and forth until, finally, he slips the head in and continues to push. My body doesn’t resist because of all the wet juices flowing. He groans as he pushes deeper, and my kegel muscles make it easy for me to grip him tightly. When I think he can’t go any further, I hear another deep moan from him.

“Just a little more. Damn Girl! Hold on, Kylie. I’m almost there.”

What is he talking about? I wonder for about two seconds until... “OUCH!” He pushes two inches deeper, hitting my cervix as the pain blooms within my privates. Leaning down, he gently kisses me.

“It’s okay. I’m there, babe.” He holds still above me as I feel his entire body shake. “So good. The best,” he croons to me.

The pain starts to recede as a new feeling of fullness invades my senses. The pain turns to pleasure, and my hips rock up to meet his. He freezes, looking down into my eyes then closing his with a sigh. He begins to move gently into me, slow at first but then swift with finesse. His dick rubs up and down the walls of my vagina as I try to tighten around him to slow him down or speed him up. I can’t decide what I like better. All I know is that I need more. One hand steadies us against the bed as the other grips my thigh, controlling our motions.

“Come, Kylie. Fuck. Now!” he mumbles or shouts.

His command sends me over the edge. My muscles lock down tightly on him as he moans, thrusting hard once more and spending himself. His orgasm spurs another for me, sending me into a second and even stronger quake. I grip him even tighter, almost deeper, it feels.

“Gawd damn!” His exclamation draws a laugh from me. Falling forward across my body, he begs, “No more. You are going to kill me.”

I feel too wrung out to move, but every time a residual wave crashes back into me, my muscles grip him again, and his whole body tightens; however, he never removes himself from me. Several minutes later, he rolls to his side to slip the condom off and then pulls me to him, cradling me. The only sound in the silence is our slowing breathing.

“Wow.” I state and mean. I’ve never, ever, ever had that many orgasms in the same time frame. His low chuckle is muffled where his face burrows into the back of my neck. I’m paralyzed with exhaustion, but my brain is in overdrive trying to figure out if I’m supposed to leave now. After the best sex I’ve had in my life, I’m not sure if I thank him and make a run for it or if we do it again? Is Dray a once-around-the-bend kind of guy or an all-nighter? First, I’ve got to move around to make sure my lady parts didn’t combust. That would definitely be bad.

“I can hear the cogs of your brain clicking from over here,” he sleepily states. “Can we just please lay here in silence while I recover?”

“Yes, or I can go?”

“Try,” he says and yawns. “I’ll full body tackle you before you make it out of the room. We are not even close to being finished.”

My curiosity always gets the best of me. “There’s more?”

His deep chuckle sets my senses on fire again. “Yes, Kylie. Plenty more where that came from, just give me a little recovery time. I’m a running-back not Superman.”

Inside, I’m giddy like a fat kid jumping up and down while yelling for ice cream. I’m really not sure how he can come close to topping what we just did, but in all fairness, I can definitely give him that chance to prove it.

Closing my eyes, I snuggle my backside closer to him. The endorphins are wearing off, and I feel slightly sore but nowhere near painful enough to complain. Hearing his deep and even breathing, I match mine to his, content for the first time in a long while.

I know exactly how Dorothy felt when she landed in Oz, a little scared, a little lost, and a whole lot of amazed. I get the part where things were black and white and then...BHAM!! Full-Technicolor. You see colors that you never noticed before. People are in more detail, and everyone has a purpose and place in your story. Two whole months have changed my life.

After that first time with Dray, we continued to see each other, sexually, as much as possible. The sex is ah-mazing. Honestly, I never knew it could be so divine. So precise. I tell him what I want, and then I get it. No fumbling in the dark and wondering what your partner expects. Plus, with the football season in full swing, it's not like we have a lot of time anyway. I see him maybe one to two nights a week. If Dray has any long periods of time off, we catch up on watching past seasons of our show or a movie and keep our friendship separate from, well, our “special needs”.

The only sticking point of our relation...uh, agreement, is me not wanting Mads to find out. She wouldn’t understand and already has issues when I try and tell her that Dray has changed towards me. It’s hard when he’s still an ass to her, but as long as he doesn’t change back on me, we are good. It’s hard to hide the fact that I’m getting some, so she thinks I met this guy and we are having a strictly booty call situation. For the most part, that’s true, except my mystery man is not quite a mystery. I hate lying, but I remind myself I need to keep the peace.

Aunt Leigh’s health is still the same. I’ve told her that Dray and I have an understanding. She winked and told me to just be careful. She wouldn’t mind having to buy me a baby gift, but she is pretty sure that I’m not ready for that, especially with whom. I’ve been able to spend a lot more time with her along with my parents. Decadent Darling keeps me busy, but in all honestly, I can take time for me now and feel confident in the people that I leave it with.

I’ve had several texts from Nick Andrews, mostly wanting updates on Mads. With my life being so crazy, I pick up my cellphone to call and apologize to him.

“Please tell me that she resents brushing me off, and I’ll literally fly my personal jet there this instant.” His voice greets me.

“Not at all,” I answer honestly.

A huge sigh sounds on the other end along with a mumbling of “Mother-fucker.” He clears his throat then continues, “I’m going crazy here, Kylie. I was finally able to get her cellphone number, and do you want to know what she told me?”

“There is no telling.”

“She told me that if I call her again her boyfriend will bust a cap in my ass.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s just a wannabe gangster rapper,” I assure him.