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TWENTY-SEVEN
“Will anyone come in?” She chewed her lower lip.
“Nah.” I pulled her onto my lap, and she sighed, threading her fingers through my hair, scratching her nails over my scalp as I gripped her hips to line her up with my dick.
“Sorry, forgot my phone.” West’s amused voice came from the doorway, and I looked over Winter’s shoulder to see the fucker smirking at us.
“Can we just go upstairs?” she whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, okay.”
She climbed off me, picking up our drinks, her sexy ass swaying as she walked towards the door. I adjusted my dick, already straining against my jeans.
I caught up with her, wrapping my arms around her slim waist, pressing into her back. She carried on walking, laughing breathlessly as I kissed up her neck, then shivering as I scraped my teeth over her skin.
“Cade. We’re not go
“Careful with those drinks.” I couldn’t stop touching her.
“Stop distracting me.”
“Get up the stairs, now.”
“Let go of me and I will.” I released her from my grip, and she raced up the stairs, then paused in my bedroom door to look back at me, eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on her lips. “You coming, or what?”
“I will be, soon.” I smirked, and she rolled her eyes playfully, backing into the room and putting the drinks down on my side table.
“Ugh. You’ve been spending too much time with Cass.”
Reaching her, I backed her up against the bed, using my weight to tip her backwards. My amusement faded as I straddled her, leaning down to nip at her ear. “Don’t mention him. Or any other man,” I warned, my voice hard and possessive. “You’re mine, okay?”
She stared up at me, her pupils dilated with lust, and licked her lips. “Yours, huh?” she asked in a low, throaty tone.
My dick was fucking begging for release as she scraped her nails down my back before gripping my ass and grinding me into her. I stifled a groan. “We discussed this. While we’re fucking, you’re mine. No one else’s. Clear?”
“Clear. Get off me.”
“Oh. No. Snowflake, you don’t get to order me around.”
“You’ll like this.” She pushed at my chest, and I moved up. Reluctantly.
“Sit against the headboard. I’m go
I see.
She didn’t have to thank me, but fuck if I’d stop her.
“Okay.” She climbed off the bed, and my gaze tracked her as she padded over to the light switch and turned it off, leaving just the dim glow coming from the small lamp in the corner of the room. Taking a big gulp of her drink, she tapped at her phone screen and the intro to “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd started playing.
With a flick of her wrist, she tossed her hair over her shoulders. And then, she stripped for me, confident and unhurried, her movements slow and sexy, in time with the music, until she was just in her underwear, and I was salivating for her.
“Get over here.” My voice came out as a guttural rasp.
Fuck, what was this girl doing to me?
“Not yet.” She bit her lip, her confidence faltering slightly, and it only made me want her more. “Can you…get your cock out? And stroke it? I want to watch you while you watch me.” Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were huge as she stared at my erection.
“Fuck, Snowflake.”
Ripping my T-shirt over my head, I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them off, then slid my boxers down and groaned in relief as my dick was finally freed.
“Cade,” she moaned. “Touch yourself.”
“Bloody hell,” I muttered, taking my dick in my hand and giving it a tug as she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits stood out, high and fucking perfect, her nipples begging for me to suck on them. I stroked my hand up and down my dick as I watched her shimmy out of her underwear, and she was completely bared to me. I hissed through my teeth as my hand moved faster. “Snowflake, get over here, now.”
She whimpered and shook her head, her gaze fixated on what I was doing to myself.
Her hand reached down between her legs.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Get. Here. Now.”
Suddenly she was launching herself across the bed, licking across my IV tattoo, and then my hands were tangled in her hair and she was sucking my dick into her mouth, all hot, wet, suction, her tongue swirling around the head, then her hand cupping my balls while she took me all the way to the back of her throat.
“I’m go
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she moaned, falling back on the bed, sliding her hand between her legs again.
“Snowflake. Wait.” I stilled her hand. I cleaned myself off, then positioned myself between her spread legs. She was fucking soaked already, and I dragged one finger through her wetness, making her thrash on the bed, thrusting her hips upwards to try and get more contact.
Stilling her with my palm flat against her stomach, I sucked my finger into my mouth, and she licked her lips, reaching for me. Moving out of her reach, I smirked at her and picked up the glass of JD on the table next to us, then tipped the glass so the cold drink dribbled down onto her body, between her tits and down to her belly button. She gasped, and her gasp turned into a moan as I licked the trail of liquid all the way up from her belly button to her tits.
“Cade. Stop teasing me.” Her voice was breathless and begging.
“Just for that, I’m making you wait longer.” I reached for the glass again and fished out one of the melting ice cubes.
She shrieked as I placed it on her heated skin. “That’s fucking freezing, you asshole.”
I silenced her with a forceful kiss, sliding the ice cube onto one of her hardened nipples, making her hiss, before I dragged it away and moved my head down to suck the nipple into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck. That feels amazing,” she moaned. I moved the ice cube to her other nipple and did the same, then dragged it down her body, following it with my mouth. I’d never bothered playing with girls like this, but fuck if I didn’t want to keep doing it with her.
The ice melted before I got to her spread legs. She was panting by now, reaching her hands out to bury them in my hair, trying to push my head down. I laughed but decided to stop torturing her.
I flicked my tongue over her clit, and she arched off the bed. Hooking my arms around her legs, I flicked my tongue across her clit again, then licked through her wetness.
“Cade. Please,” she moaned.
I made her come three times, the third time with my dick pounding into her as she called out my name.
Heading out of the bathroom, I grabbed some boxers from my drawers and a T-shirt for Winter, then turned off the lamp. The blinds were open, and the moon cast a dim strip of bluish light across the middle of the room. I handed her the T-shirt and pulled on the boxers, then slid under the covers next to her.
What the fuck was I doing? The other times I’d fucked her, she’d fallen asleep and I’d left as quick as I could. Somehow, I was now lying with her in my bed, my arm round her, her head on my chest.
“This is more fun than you hating me,” she mumbled drowsily, tracing lazy patterns across the ink on my forearm.