The Neighbor's Son 2: Mind Games (The Forbidden Love Series Book 2) (10 page)

Without wasting any more
time, I leaned forward, lifted my hips up in the
air
, and reached behind me until my hands
found his massive, throbbing shaft. I glided my hand up and down
its length for a few seconds, reveling in its thickness and in the
way it twitched inside my palm. Cade hissed out a breath, pumping
his hips up in the air and basically jerking himself off with my
palm. When he stopped thrusting, I guided his hard-as-a-rock cock
to my folds. I teased my opening with the giant head, rubbing it
against my throbbing pussy slowly and deliberately until I had
whipped Cade and me into an utter and complete frenzy.

When I felt I was about to
pass
out from the maddening pleasure, I
brought my hips down and slowly glided down on the monstrous beast.
I let out a sharp breath, letting his thickness fill me up. I
screamed out his name. The urgency in my voice echoed throughout
the room. With my arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers
tangled in his hair, I took all of him, inch by inch, until he was
buried inside me to the hilt.

“
Fuck, babe. You’re so
fucking tight,” Cade growled against my chest. His hands were now
on the globes of my ass, squeezing them as he began to slowly
thrust inside me. I groaned in his ear and held his earlobe between
my teeth. I couldn’t speak. The pain was as delicious as it was
overwhelming. I felt as if I was being torn from inside but I was
loving every second of it.

As my body processed the
shock and the pleasure rippling through it, P
eter popped into my mind for a second. The memories of all
those times when he just climbed on top of me, got himself off, and
went to sleep suddenly rushed into my thoughts. He was more than
twice Cade’s age yet he didn’t know how to touch me, how to bring
me to ecstasy. I never had an orgasm with him, not even once. He
knew he never did anything for me and didn’t care. He didn’t give
two shits about my needs. Sex was all about him.

Cade, on the other hand,
cared about my needs more than he cared about his own, and was
eager to please. He had only been with me once before that night
and alr
eady knew how to touch me to make
me explode with pleasure. He knew what I needed without me having
to ask. I never thought I could ever feel as satisfied as I did
with Cade Fisher. And to think that if I hadn’t given into
temptation with him, I might have gone the rest of my life without
experiencing the glory of a mind blowing orgasm. The thought made
me more than a little sad.

I pushed Peter and
fourteen-years-worth of frustration out of my thoughts and focused
on the now and the gorgeous man-boy furiously thrusting inside me.
He was all that mattered to me now and I wasn’t going
to let anyone come between us. Not anymore. Not
ever. I closed my eyes and threw my head back while my nails found
his chiseled chest and dug into it. “Oh Cade. What are you doing to
me?” I screamed, my hips now rabidly grinding against
his.

Cade took cues from me and I took cues from
him. Soon, we both fell into a rhythm, alternating between long
measured strokes and frantic short ones. He cried out my name, I
cried out his. The sounds of our lovemaking rumbled across the
room. I opened my eyes and met his glassy, fiery gaze. I leaned
down and smashed my lips against his for a second before pulling
back. His hands were once again scouring over my body and branding
me with their calloused but gentle touch.

I continued to ride him,
now letting myself go, grinding on him harder, screaming, panting
until all strength had left my body.
With
my face buried in his neck, I collapsed on him while he continued
to pump into me. “I’m so close, Cade. Please don’t stop,” I cried
out.

The groans coming from deep
inside him where getting louder and more desperate. He was on the
verge o
f coming undone too. Now we were
both moaning and panting, our sounds in sync with our movements.
With his hands firmly around my hips, he let himself go, thrusting
furiously into me without any rhythm or restraint.

“
I’m so close
too, Sidney,” he grunted against my chest while
plunging into me with desperate abandon. I raised my head and
cupped his face, heaving my breath against his and holding his
gaze. I wanted to be staring into his eyes when it happened. I
thought I’d get there before he did, but he couldn’t hold back any
longer. He paused mid-thrust, groaning, gasping and shuddering
violently before railing all the way deep inside me. More desperate
groans and gasps followed and I could feel his warm seed shooting
inside me and coating my inner walls.

Cade continued to pump into
me until I was chanting his name once again. My pussy clenched
around him and furious, never ending explosions began detonating
within me. Wave after wave of mind blowing ecstasy ripped through
me and time and space ceased to exist. A strange, almost
animal-like growl rumbled in Cade’s throat and I felt another burst
of hot come fill my walls. His flustered face, the strands of hair
now falling on his dreamy eyes was a sight to behold. We just
stay
ed there, holding each other, catching
our breath, giggling deliriously into each other’s
mouth.

“
That was unbelievable,
babe. You’re fucking amazing,” Cade breathed against my lips. I
wanted to return the compliment but his lips seized mine into
another frantic kiss.

When he freed my mouth, I
giggled some more
and rested my chin on
his forehead. I was completely and utterly spent, too tired to
move. If I could I would have stayed there impaled on him forever.
But the water was starting to get cold and my legs were beginning
to cramp. “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered in his ear before
getting on my feet. My legs were a little wobbly but I was able to
remain in the upward position. Cade’s eyes swept over my naked,
water-dripping body now hovering over him.

“
Wait,” he breathed when he
noticed his seed trickli
ng down my inner
thigh. “Let me clean you.” He got on his knees in front of me and
reached for a washcloth. After soaking the washcloth in the water,
he crumpled it in his fist and slid it between my thighs. “You’re
so beautiful, Sidney,” he said, gazing up at me while gently
rubbing the drenched washcloth up and down my inner thigh. He
dropped his gaze and now his eyes were on my delicate flesh. His
fingers, wrapped around the cloth, slid into me and gently cleansed
the last of his seed from my inner walls.

He raised his head and the dreamy look in
his eyes almost made my knees buckle. “I need to taste you again,
Sidney. I need to find out if you taste as good as I remember.” He
dropped the washcloth in the water, gripped my hips and drew them
to his mouth. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue flicked
out. I started panting while my pussy clenched with anticipation. I
remembered what it felt like to have him kiss me there. I couldn’t
wait to experience that again. I gasped, gazing at the top of his
head. He leaned forward, getting so close I could feel his hot
breath there. But I never got to experience the mind blowing
sensation of his lips around my clit, at least not then.

Without warning, he sprung to his feet and
spoke against my lips. “Not here. Let’s go to your bedroom. You
need to be comfortable for what I’m going to do to you.”

I gulped down a large
breath and mentally begged my knees not to give out on me.
Something told me I was in for something really special. We both
stepped out of the tub and stood in front of each other, naked and
with water weeping down our bodies. Cade found a towel and used it
to dry most of the water off me. After drying himself off with the
same towel, he grabbed my hand and
led me
to the bedroom. There, he wrapped his arms around my waist and
pressed his lips against mine. I could feel his cock already
throbbing against my belly. I couldn’t believe he was ready to go
again.

Cade swung me around,
cupped my breasts and nestled my neck. “I want you to climb on the
bed and get on your knees with your legs spread apart. Can you do
that for me, doll?” he
asked in a way that
made the inner walls of my pussy weep with desire. I nodded and did
as instructed. I gripped the headboard and Cade jumped on the bed
behind me. “Get down, baby,” he said, closing his palm around the
nape of my neck and pushing my head down until my cheek was resting
against the pillow.

I had never felt as self-conscious and
aroused as I did at that moment with my lady parts up in the air. I
held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut as Cade positioned himself
behind me. His palms closed around my hips and soon his mouth was
on me, breathing hot air, doing things that were more wicked than
the things he had done to me earlier in that laundry room. “Sweet.
Just sweet. Fucking honey,” he growled against my folds, lapping up
the juices of my arousal in his tongue. After another burst of hot
air, his tongue began spearing into me. I was thankful I had a
pillow under my mouth to stifle my screams. His fingers joined in
the fun and it was game over for me. The orgasms were relentless,
each one more potent and devastating than the previous one. I lost
count of how many I had that night. Cade wouldn’t stop or slow down
no matter how much I begged.

The rest of the night was a
complete blur. I discovered realms of pleasure I never knew
existed. We did it in every position possible. By the time he was
don
e with me, we were both coated in sweat
and dawn was starting to break. I was sore and exhausted but also
deliriously happy. Cade curled his body around mine, cupped me in
his arms, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear until I fell
asleep.

CHAPTER VII

I slept well that night,
better than I had in a very l
ong time. I
was still sore when I opened my eyes the next morning, but the
memories of the previous night’s lovemaking had me in a permanent
state of bliss. I couldn't stop smiling. I reached across the bed
for Cade but he wasn’t there. I sat up and saw the time on the
clock radio next to the bed. It was almost noon. Next to the radio,
I spotted a folded white sheet of paper with a long-stem red rose
resting on top of it. I reached out and grabbed both. I brought the
rose to my nose, taking in its sweet scent before unfolding the
note and reading it.

I’m sorry I left without
saying goodbye. I promised Ms. Liddell down the street that I’d do
some work around the house for her this morning. You looked so
beautiful and peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. Thank you for
last night. Thank you for giving me the chance to love you the way
you deserve to be loved. Get some rest. Last night was amazing, but
ton
ight is going to be even better. I
promise.

Love,

Cade.

P.S. You talk in your
sleep
.

I held the rose and
the note against my chest and dropped my head
back on the pillow. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of
my mouth and fly away. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt
that happy. I began to giggle like a maniac as I read the note over
and over. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I was falling for Cade
Fisher. I was falling hard and no longer cared what anyone thought
about it.

That night, Cade paid me a
visit, just like he promised. We made love and t
alked for hours. He went into more detail about his desire to
become a filmmaker, his father’s death, and the beautiful but
complicated relationship he had with his mother. I opened up about
Peter, his cheating, and how lonely and neglected I felt for so
many years. Dawn found us again, naked and wrapped in each other’s
arms. I was sad to see him leave the next morning.

I was on a high I thought
I’d never
come down from. I felt fearless,
invincible, like nothing and no one could ever hurt me again.
Little did I know that my world was about to crumble all around me.
When I came home from work that evening, a large manila envelope
was waiting for me on top of the coffee table in the living room.
My first thought was that it had been left there by Dana, the only
person who had a key to the house besides me. Filled with
curiosity, I dropped my bag and keys down on the coffee table and
ripped the envelope open.

My heart dropped to my feet
when I pulled out the contents of the envelope and a large,
high-resolution picture of Cade and I was suddenly staring
back at me. But it wasn’t any ordinary picture.
It was a picture of Cade and I naked, in my bed, and doing some
very naughty things to each another. I felt so confused, scared,
violated. Whoever took that picture was inside the room and
standing very close to Cade and I while we made love. It didn't
make any sense. How did they get in the house? Where were they
hiding? Who'd do such a horrible thing and why? There were a total
of ten pictures in the envelope, all equally graphic and taken on
the same night.

I collapsed on the couch
behi
nd me while clutching the pictures in
my trembling hands. Shame and fear tugged at my heart and made it
difficult for me to breathe. I dug inside the envelope looking for
something that would tell me who took the pictures and why. I found
a folded white sheet of paper, pulled it out, and began
reading: