Page 57 of Anger Bang
Oh, he was millimeters close. She was tempted to ignore him and keep going, but she ignored the impulse. Not because she was fawning, but because whatever he had planned was going to get her off so hard she might not be able to uncurl her toes in time for Jackie’s wedding.
His hand went to the top button of his jeans, and he paused, one side of his mouth rising in a smirk. Then he toyed with that button, dragging his thumb over the surface, circling it like she wanted him to do with her aching clit. The asshole. He knew what he was doing. Thea held her breath, watching, waiting, desperate for him to flick it open. She’d just had two orgasms, and she could feel her heartbeat in her core as desire flooded her body.
“Kade,” she pleaded, “torture me another time. Right now I need you.”
“You need me?” He undid his jeans and lowered the zipper. “Or you need my cock?”
Thea was too far gone to lie. “Both.”
He kicked off his shoes and then started unbuttoning his shirt one teeny-tiny little button at a time. Letting out a groan of frustration, she shot him a dirty look that only made him laugh. She’d make him pay for that.
“Because we’re friends?” he asked once he finally finished undoing his shirt. “The kind of friends who fuck and flirt and kiss?”
She nodded, gliding her hand lower so it brushed the top of her mound.
“Thea, I told you to stop.”
The sandpaper roughness in his voice only made what she was doing more thrilling. “Why?”
“Because sometimes the things that feel the best are the things you don’t get right away,” he said, his gaze following every slow circle she made around her clit. “The things you have to really want until it’s all you can think about or feel or hear. I want you so focused on what you want that nothing else can get in.” He pulled his cock out of his jeans and started stroking it as he watched her. “No doubts. No questions. No need to put someone else first. It’s just what you want at that moment.”
She stopped touching herself, leaving the tip of her middle finger on her clit, a reminder and a promise. “What if what I want is to play with myself?”
“That changes everything,” he said with a wink. “Do it.”
She slipped her fingers between her slick folds, and he let out an appreciative groan before letting go of his dick, getting rid of the rest of his clothes, grabbing a condom from his bedside table, and rolling it on with what seemed like superhuman speed.
In the next heartbeat, he was on the bed, braced on his forearms and hovering over her.
“Let me taste you,” he said with a fierceness that took her breath away.
It took her a second to realize what he was asking for. Once she did, she withdrew her fingers from between her legs and brought them up to his open mouth. He dipped his head lower and sucked her fingers dry while making her pussy so fucking wet.
“Damn, you taste good.” He reached between them and used his hand to line himself up with her entrance, the tip of his dick just pressed up against her like a tease. “But you feel even better.”
He sank into her, filling her completely before withdrawing with torturous slowness and then pushing forward again. Thea planted her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips, angling herself so that when she met his every advance, his dick hit at just the angle that had her halfway to heaven within minutes. She could hear herself begging and babbling for more, but she didn’t care. It was so much, and it felt so good that nothing else mattered.
Then, he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. “Do what you want.”
For a moment, she was frozen by all of the choices. Then, the feel of his chest hair against her fingertips registered. With a fascinated reverence, she glided her hands over his chest, tracing a path to the flat discs of his nipples. The second she brushed her thumb across one, his cock twitched inside her. She did it again. The same thing happened. So she leaned down and licked and kissed her way from the line of his collarbone to the tip of his nipple before sucking on the now-hard nub.
Kade let out a harsh hiss of breath and started lifting his hips underneath her, fucking her in a slow rhythm that showed just how much control he had.
And that’s when she realized what she wanted—to see him lose it in the best way possible.
She inched her thighs out a bit wider and pressed her palms to his chest and leaned forward, changing the angle enough that when she lowered herself down on his thick cock and bottomed out, her swollen clit was rubbing against him. She rocked forward and back, lifted her hips, and brought them back down over and over again. Each time brought her closer to orgasm even as her thighs burned with the effort. She let her head fall forward, losing herself in the moment, in the feeling of being with Kade. How he filled her. How her body reacted to his. How it felt like everything she’d ever wanted was only a few breaths away.
“Thea,” he groaned, his gaze locked on her face as he tightened his grip on her hips, holding her in place as he lifted his ass and thrust into her hard and fast from below. “I—”
Whatever else he was about to say got lost in a harsh groan as he surged upward and came, his orgasm forcing his eyes shut as his entire body tensed below her. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen—but she wasn’t done.
Sliding her hands higher, she grabbed ahold of his shoulders and ground herself against him as his climax kept him rigid beneath her. She rode him, fucked him right to the edge of her orgasm, and then went straight over, milking every last bit of his climax from him as pleasure flooded her entire body until she couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on top of him.
She was brainless, boneless, and beyond blissed-out. The wiry hair on his chest tickled her nose, but there was no way she could move.
Later, as she lay there in Kade’s bed, his sinewy arm wrapped around her, holding her tight against him as he spooned her, Thea tried to keep her breathing steady and slow. Maybe if he thought she was sleeping, he wouldn’t ask her why she’d gone so quiet. Why she was blinking as fast as she could to keep the panic tears at bay.
She shouldn’t be crying.
