Cade asked me to come to his house for dinner on Saturday. I had short skirt, no panties, no bra instructions. I’d spent long hours, staying up late, working on the line and I needed some relaxation. All I could think was, “Hurray, we’re not going to the club,” and “Yay, this can be a little lower key.”
Ha. Once again, I should have known better.
I arrived with liquor filled chocolate candies, since he wouldn’t let me bring a bottle of wine. Cade opened the door when I was halfway up the walk. He lived in a cute, cough, manly, cottage style house, that I absolutely adored. The landscaping was impeccable with a small copse of trees on either side, and a row of juniper lining the walk.
“Your house is lovely, Cade.”
“You’re lovely, Vanessa.”
I only made it in the door and he was already pressing his lips to mine. He tasted of garlic, oregano and sex. If he hadn’t broken the kiss, I might have dragged him to the floor and licked him from the bellybutton down right then and there.
Before I could even catch my breath from the kiss, he dragged me from the foyer into the kitchen. I set the candies on the counter and blatantly stared at his butt, and then the layout of the house. It was big and opened air. The kitchen joined to his living room with an island in between and above was a small loft.
Cade whistled and stirred something on the stove. He was wearing jeans with no socks or shoes and a button-up shirt that was only half-buttoned. I felt overdressed, except, of course, for my lack of undergarments. I guess that made us even.
“Here, sweetness, taste this.” Cade held out a spoon with a red sauce on it. He pressed it to my lips and I let him push the end into my mouth. I expected tomato, but it was roasted red pepper. I must have done something spectacular in my last life to deserve a man who could cook and was mouthwatering hot.
I licked my lips and made the appropriate mmming sounds. I should have stopped there, but my mouth motored out the question burning a hole in my vocal chords out. “Why haven’t you had anyone else over to your house?”
For a flash, he stilled and his muscles tensed. He stuck the spoon back into the pot and stirred. He kept his back to me, busying himself at the stove. “I’ve had people over.”
“But not anyone from the club. Have any of your other subs been here? Has Angelina?”
He tilted his head to the side, stretching the muscles in his neck. “Let’s eat.”
I opened my mouth to try to get him to open up, but changed my mind. Maybe relaxing over dinner would be a better way to find out why he was so reticent. He moved two pans to the table, and grabbed a salad from the fridge. The table was set beautifully and everything smelled wonderful. If he wanted to distract me with food, he was doing it up right.
I sat and he poured me a glass of sparkling water. I liked that he remembered what I drank, when it wasn’t coffee or alcohol. Instead of sitting and starting the meal, he stood behind my chair and rubbed my shoulders. I relaxed under his touch. It sent warmth through me and helped me breathe again. It would be better if I forgot about the why’s and enjoyed the now’s.
Cade had been a masseuse in a previous life or he simply knew exactly where and how much pressure each muscle in my back and shoulders needed. He had me pliant and relaxed in a matter of minutes. His mouth brushed over my ear. “I’ve never had anyone to my house because no one else has caught my attention like you do, Vanessa.”
Those words burned their way into my heart. I wanted so much for them to mean he had feelings for me. If that’s what he was saying, I could begin to admit he meant something to me too. For now, I’d keep my mouth shut and relish in his attentions. His mouth tickled my ear and found the sensitive spot right behind it. I invited him to continue down by turning my head to expose more of my neck.
“I could eat at your skin for hours. I dream about tasting and nibbling every single inch of you.” Cade sucked at the muscle in my neck hard enough to sting. I’d have his mark there for days.
My fingers found their way into his hair and I held his mouth to my skin. He wasn’t demanding my submission and it made me want to give it to him all the more. Even more than that, I wanted to give him the one thing he wouldn’t let me. “Yes, let’s do that. Let me taste and touch you. Let me make you come.”
“Bossy little sub,” he whispered. There was no bite behind the words and I thought for a third of second he was going to let me have my way. Then he nipped me with his teeth. The little edge of pain sent shivers through me. He walked back in front of me and touched my cheek. "I'm going to give you what you've been wanting, sweetness. But on my terms, and my terms say we eat now."
My mouth was literally watering. What would he taste like? I imagined him rubbing his cock across my bottom lip, his skin so soft on mine.
“Vanessa, if you don’t eat, you’re not going to get my cock in your mouth. You’ll get this instead.” A thunk on the table snapped me back to attention.
A ball gag wobbled on the wood next to the salad. I looked at it, then at Cade and back at the device. The black leather strap and the red ball in the center stole the moisture from my mouth. I had to lick my lips, but there was nothing to wet them. “Where, how, what...?”
Cade laughed at my flustered words. “I am enjoying the way you’re getting worked up at the sight of that gag.”
I grabbed for the glass of bubbly water and chugged half of it down. While I tried to get my balance, Cade served his dinner. I loved that he wanted to cook for me. I hoped I could taste his food and not the anticipation lacing my mouth right now.
He gave me a pile of spinach salad with blackberries and quinoa on half of the plate. On the other half he placed three circles of polenta and drizzled his sauce over the top of them. He laid the plate in front of me and waited. I tucked into the salad, shoved a mouthful in and chewed. The balsamic vinegar tingled in my mouth. Damn, this was gourmet.
“That’s my girl,” he said and took a bite of his own. I watched that luscious mouth chew. I couldn’t wait to get it on, in, around me. The best way to do that was to eat as fast as I could muster and still look like a lady. He made sure I cleaned my plate before he let me up from the table.
“Go sit on the couch while I clear the table.”
“Can’t I help?”
“You can help by taking off every stich of clothing you have on by the time I get there.”
That wouldn’t be hard. Counting my shoes, I had all of four pieces of clothing on. I folded my dress and placed my bra on top. My shoes had too many buckles and straps to slip off and I bent at the waist to get at them.
“Don’t move.” Cade’s voice came from right behind me, low and dark. He rubbed a hand down one butt cheek and pushed me forward so I had to put my hands out onto the coffee table to stay upright. He didn’t stop there. His fingers worked their way between my legs and in between my lips. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already, sweetness.”
“Y-yes.”
He shoved against the inside of my feet with his pushing my legs farther open. “Christ, I could fuck you like this, slide my cock into your wet pussy.”
“Please, Cade. Fuck me.”
“Put your head down on that table and keep your ass in the air.” Cade sat on the couch behind me and spread my thighs open. I pressed my forehead to the glass, closed my eyes, and waited.
The feel of his tongue licking me from clit to ass was well worth the wait. So were his fingers pushing into my pussy, and then into my ass. Holy shinola. We were minutes into this scene and I was already on sensory overload. Cade was everywhere at once. And I was nowhere.
“Cade, fuck me, fuck me.” If he’d put his cock in me I’d feel like I was actually giving myself to him. Everything we’d done up until now felt like I’d been taking and he’d been doing the giving.
“Where, Vanessa.”
“Anywhere you want.” The sooner the absolutely fabulous.
“Choose or I won’t fuck you with anything but my fingers.” He marked the demand with a thrust of those damn digits deep inside of me. “Choose, and say it.”
I wanted him everywhere and I hoped that by choosing one I wasn’t precluding the others. “In my mouth, Cade. Let me suck your cock.”
“You’re sure? You want me to fuck that dirty mouth of yours?”
“Yessss.” I knew if he’d let me I could give him the kind of pleasure he’d been giving me from the first time we’d met. I wanted that so, so much. Maybe it was the people pleaser in my, but I wanted to please him. I wanted to show him with my actions how much I...I...
No. Don’t even think it, Nessie. I loved him.
He’d opened up a whole world of pleasure and pain and passion I’d never knew existed. Plus, he was letting me in. He told me I was special through his actions. I meant something to him. Giving him my body, my control and quietly, my heart was the way I could show him how he made me feel.
“Yes. Cade. I want you inside of me.” I stood up before he told me to and turned around. He was sitting on the couch, shirtless. The man with the clothing fetish had finally shed his first layer tonight and exposed the world’s hottest six-pack.
What was he doing with a chubby-wubby like me? Time I showed him exactly that. I grabbed his face in my hands and bent so our faces were an inch apart. “I’m gonna rock your world,” I said. Then I kissed him with all the lust and desire he stirred inside of me.
He bit my lip and growled my name. “Vanessa.”
The sound of it made me weak in the knees. Under that growl was a wobble, a tiny waver in his demanding bossy-pants baritone that ate away at the tough guy façade. I dropped to my knees and licked my way down his chest, stopping to nibble each of his nipples. I nipped at one and looked up to see his eyes close as mine had each time he’d given me that same taste of pleasure and pain.
I understood then why he liked to be in control. The pleasure wasn’t in the power, it was in knowing exactly who had brought that look to a lover’s face. I wanted infinitely more of that feeling.
I pushed on his chest knowing that when he leaned back under the pressure it was because he wanted to, and not because of my strength. He was letting me have my way with him. I couldn’t believe the heady high it gave me. I unbuckled his belt and went for the top button. Cade covered my fingers with his and held them there for one whole breath. Then he released me and let me open his pants and pull out his cock.
Hard and soft. Steel and suede. Perfect.
"Taste it, baby. Suck on my cock. Now."
I opened my mouth and slid my tongue out to taste him. Then I wrapped my lips around his head.
He groaned and I moaned. I could feel my heart rate bump up. I wanted to push him and feel that thrill. I knew how much pleasure I could give Cade. I never thought giving a blowjob would make me feel so alive. It never had with anyone else.
I could taste the pre-cum leaking from his tip. I swirled my tongue trying to grasp every trace of this essence of him. He wrapped his fingers into my hair not pushing, but urging me to take more. I opened wider and pressed forward until I felt him at the back of my throat. He liked it, and I knew because his grip on my hair and scalp got tighter.
"That's it, baby. Take it all."
I sucked gently and pulled back, working my tongue back and forth under his glans. I must have tarried too long, tasting and teasing because he pushed forward and began fucking my mouth. I loved it. I did my best to suck and slurp at him. Would he come in my mouth now? I wanted to give that to him, but wondered what would happen after that.
He knew I was back in my head. He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. His dark gaze flooded my sight. "Look at me. Look in my eyes when you suck my cock."
I looked up and saw a raw lust there for the first time since we'd gotten into this scene. His eyes burned into me as his cock continued to thrust into my mouth. So intense, so intimate. He owned me while I possessed him.
"Take more, swallow me." He thrust forward and I closed my eyes. His cock filled my mouth, his head pressing into the back of my throat. He held my hair, not letting me move as he rested there in my throat. He rocked and pressed further into me, until I couldn't take any more.
I gagged and he released me. That wasn't going to stop me. Now that I could see what I was after I wasn't going to let anything stop me. I sucked his cock back in and put my efforts into making him come.
"Fuck, Vanessa. You’re perfect, such a dirty girl."
His words pushed me on. I practically inhaled his cock. My head bobbed, my cheeks hollowed on each draw. I gagged again, but I couldn't stop. I sucked him back in.
"You like taking the punishment. Look at yourself in the mirror. Look how sexy you look." He twisted our bodies toward the wall-size mirror opposite us.
For the first time I ignored his order. I doubled my efforts, sucking and lapping. I wanted him focused on his cock and not on me. Hoping he'd forget I hadn't done what he asked.
"Look at yourself. Look while you suck me."
I redoubled my efforts, lapping and sucking, hoping to get him to forget anything but being in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and said it again. "Look."
I glanced. I saw a face, neck and chest that were flushed. My hair was mussed, my nipples were hard points and my body sat in a perfect S-shape at his feet. It was like a picture in an art book. The lust poured off both of us. We were captivating. I love it, and I loved him for making me see it.
"That's my girl." He withdrew then. "Look at me."
I sat back and looked up at him again.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I nodded. I wanted that so bad, I couldn't even express it. The words were silly and not enough for the depth of my need.
"Tell me.”
I lifted my chin and swallowed. "Fuck me, Cade."
His eyes darkened and he grabbed my chin. "Tell me exactly what you want."
I loved the dirty talk and I knew he did to. He wanted it explicit. I wanted to give that to him. "I want you to fuck my pussy. Take me until I scream your name, and then make me do it again."
I couldn't believe how easily the words came from my mouth, or how badly I wanted exactly what I was asking for. The words tasted...right.
He gripped my chin harder. His breathing had picked up. "Say it again."
"Fuck me, Cade. Fuck me hard."
Chapter Nineteen