I pulled out my phone to order. “Hey, Billy. Yeah, actually make it two orders of my usual.” I stood up and crossed the room. “You okay to wait here while I go pick up the food? It’ll only take a few minutes.”
“Sure.”
When I returned with a six-pack of beer and the cartons of food, Alexa had gathered napkins and plates from the kitchen. We settled on the couch again to eat.
I opened the containers of wings and celery sticks, placing them on the coffee table. “Have as much as you want.”
“Thanks.” She eyed the food suspiciously before daintily placing a napkin across her lap. “I’ve never actually eaten a chicken wing before,” she admitted.
“Ever?”
She shook her head.
Damn. This girl really was in a totally different league. She probably never ate anything that didn’t require utensils. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to worry about getting messy in front of me, but she surprised me by digging right in, lifting a chicken wing from the container and curiously looking it over as if wondering how to begin.
I watched as she carefully as she nibbled at the meat, getting sauce on her bottom lip and fingertips in the process. “Mm. It’s good.” She sounded surprised. Watching her lick the sauce from her fingers was doing wicked things to my groin.
“Good.” I shoved the napkins towards her. “Now eat.”
She kept stealing glances at me from the corner of her eye, but we ate in relative silence. I removed a beer from the six pack and offered it to her. “Would you like one?”
She nodded. I twisted off the top and handed her the open bottle. She immediately brought it to her lips, likely to wash away the heat from the food. The wings were spicier than usual, but she didn’t complain.
“You mind if I turn on the game?” I asked, reaching for the remote.
She was digging into another wing and gave a half nod.
I flipped on the game, more for the background noise than anything else.
Alexa leaned forward in her seat. “What’s the score?”
“You like football?” I couldn’t help the surprise straining my voice.
She nodded. “I love the Bears. Watching football was the one normal thing I did with my dad.” She smiled.
Oh. A girl that likes hot wings and beer, and now she tells me she a Bears fan too. Lord have mercy. My resolve to stay away from her just got more interesting.
We finished eating and I cleared away the food, but Alexa instructed me to leave the beer. We were each on our second, and the fact that she was a lightweight was evident by the way she leaned back against the couch, tucking herself against my side.
She was more entertaining than the game, freely yelling at the TV whenever the ref made a bad call. I watched the way she tilted the bottle to her lips and took a long pull, her graceful neck moving as she swallowed. She slipped her feet up on the couch bedside us, and I pulled them over to my lap. The contact caught her attention and she shifted so she was facing me.
“Cade?” she whispered in the dimly lit living room.
“You’ve eaten. Now it’s time we had our talk, cupcake.” I started gently rubbing her feet. “Tell me what you want.”
She leaned over and set her beer bottle on the coffee table before returning to face me. She bit her lip as if unsure of herself, and looked everywhere but at me.
“This. You. I want you to…teach me.” She swallowed, her tongue darting out to taste her bottom lip.
Did she know what she was asking of me? Could she possibly understand? “Teach you what?”
“How to…please you…”
I lightly grasped her chin with my fingertips and lifted her face so I could meet her eyes. “How to make me come?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpered.
She leaned forward and planted a sweet kiss on my mouth and my dick leapt to life in my jeans. She wanted to understand how to please a man, but her sexy innocence guaranteed she wasn’t going to have to try too hard. I needed to get myself in check before I hauled off her panties and showed her exactly what to do.
Chapter 12
Alexa
Cade lifted me onto his lap, arranging me so I was straddling him, my dress hitched up around my legs. He trailed his fingertips along my exposed thigh, tracing a lazy pattern. “You sure you want this?” he whispered.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was about to burst through my ribcage. I could feel his erection pressing into the apex of my thighs. I did want this, didn’t I? Wasn’t this why I was here? God, I was confused.
“You hesitated,” he breathed against my neck before pulling back to meet my eyes.
“I know.”
He straightened my dress around me, ensuring I was still covered. “Listen, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He continued to tease me, tracing a finger farther up my thigh, inching deliciously closer to the edge of my panties.
I whimpered.
“I want you. You have no idea how fucking badly. But you’ll set the pace, okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.” I instantly felt better, relieved and sure of what I wanted and didn’t want. “No sex…but can we do some um, other stuff?”
He chuckled, a deep throaty laugh rumbling through his chest. “Anything you want, baby.”
Crap. I probably sounded so awkward. I didn’t know the right way to approach this. But luckily, Cade took the lead and didn’t make me vocalize what I wanted.
His mouth captured mine in a deep kiss, and my tongue was soon following his lead, caressing and tangling with his.
I tried not to compare Cade’s every movement to those of his video, but it was difficult. The images replayed in my head, but so far, this moment was uniquely ours. His fingers skittered along my calves and up over my knees, spreading them apart just slightly so he could press even closer to me.
“What about Lily?” I asked between kisses.
“She’s asleep.”
“What if she wakes up?”
“We’ll hear her.” He continued kissing me.
I supposed he was right. We’d hear her walker moving across the wood floor.
He unbuttoned my dress slowly, taking his time to kiss and nip at my lips, neck and collarbone with each button he successfully freed. By the time he was lifting the dress over my head, I raised my arms dutifully, allowing him to pull it off. I thrust my ample chest out for his inspection.
His eyes flooded with desire as he looked me over. “Goddamn, cupcake.” I looked down at my white bra, wishing I’d listened to MacKenzie’s advice about buying new lingerie, but Cade didn’t seem the least be hampered by my white cotton bra and panties. I was glad I’d taken her advice and shaved today.
Cade’s thumbs grazed across my nipples. I let out a throaty groan. He continued his torturous strokes along my breasts, his fingers dipping into the cleavage and sliding across the hardened tips. I wondered if he was going to remove my bra, or if maybe he was waiting for me to do that.
“You said you wanted to know how to please me?” He tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. “Consider this lesson number one. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. Hearing you say it is a major turn on.”
I sucked in a breath and held it. No way I’d be good at dirty talk. It’d be like asking me to speak a different language. I couldn’t even vocalize what I wanted in plain English.
His hands dropped from my chin and gripped both breasts, roughly palming them. “I’ve been dreaming about your tits for weeks now. Seeing them bouncing above me as you rode my cock.”
I let out a moan at his words, a flood of heat dampening my sex.
Cade smirked as if in victory. “You try.”
My nerves were back as I tried to think. I squirmed in his lap and felt the firm ridge pressing against me. Before I even realized it, I was blurting out, “I love the feel of your hard dick.” God I sounded stupid. But Cade’s head dropped back against the sofa and he closed his eyes, as if savoring my words. I instantly felt proud.
He guided me to his mouth by the back of my neck, threading his fingers in my hair. “You want to play with it?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
He smiled against my lips. “Good girl. But not yet. First I need to make you come.”
Need? To make me come? Oh…
He reached around for the back clasp of my bra and released it with a single flick, then eased the straps down my shoulders and discarded it on the floor beside us.
His mouth joined his hands in the loving caresses, licking and suckling my hardened peaks. I grabbed his hair and thrust my chest toward his eager mouth, wanting more. “Oh God that feels good,” I moaned.
Before I had time to examine what was happening, he flipped me over so that I was lying on my back on the couch and he was kneeling on the floor beside me pulling my panties down my legs.
“I want to hear you screaming my name…” he whispered against my inner thigh.
That was so not happening. I was hyper aware of not wanting to wake up Lily. Geez. At least one of us was thinking clearly.
He dipped his fingers between my thighs, lightly running his fingertips up the length of my folds. “You’re soaking wet, baby.” His voice was rough, barely in control.
I bit my lip and opened my thighs wider, allowing him to explore, long past feeling self-conscious.
He eased one long finger inside me, and slid it in and out with gentle pressure. “Do you like that, cupcake?” He laid a gentle kiss just below my navel.
I whimpered in response.
His eyes stayed locked on mine and he added a second finger. “So tight, so beautiful,” he murmured.
“More, please,” I pleaded.
He groaned and pumped his fingers harder, driving into me until I was panting and writhing under his talented hand. Then he eased himself down, sweeping his tongue over my sex and my world shattered. The wet heat from his mouth exploded around me, the sensation causing my hips to buck off the couch. “Cade!” I gasped. Crap. So much for not screaming. I didn’t care. I lifted my hips to meet his mouth and rode out the pulsing wave as an intense orgasm erupted through my core. I opened my eyes and found Cade’s eyes still locked on me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
I swallowed and lifted myself up into a sitting position, suddenly feeling insecure about my nakedness. Cade was still fully dressed.
His hand on my arm stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I looked down at his crotch and was alarmed to see the large bulge clamoring to be released. I licked my dry lips. “Can I just have my panties?”
His lips curved in the tiniest of smiles, but he lifted them gingerly from the floor. “If it’ll make you more comfortable. But your top stays off.” He read the back of the underpants. “Sunday, huh?”
I snatched them from his grasp and slipped them up my trembling legs. “Are you going to show me…what to do…?” I looked down at his groin.
He chuckled and sat down next to me on the couch, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Knock yourself out, sweetheart.”
I unbuckled his belt with fumbling fingers then released the button and zipper. A smile pulled at my mouth at the small victory and Cade leaned forward to kiss me.
He lifted his hips as I tugged down his jeans and boxers. His thick, rigid cock sprang free to greet me and I sucked in a deep breath. “You’re still shaved,” I murmured. I wondered if he was going to be starring in another video any time soon. The thought both excited and bothered me.
A smile crossed his lips. “Tell me something…you watched my video, right?”
I looked down.
“Answer me.” He tilted my jaw up, running his fingers along the length of my throat.
I nodded.
“How many times?” His voice was low and rough.
I shrugged. Even if I could have found my voice, I didn’t know the answer to that question. It was too many to count.
“Did you touch yourself?”
I nodded again.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His rough voice sent a flood of moisture to my panties. “Show me,” he commanded.
Summoning my courage, I slipped off my panties and brought my hand down between my legs, gripping his thigh with my other hand since I was still balanced on my knees. Cade kept his eyes locked on mine before slowly lowering them to where my hand was rubbing gentle circles over my clitoris. He sucked in a breath and held it.
“Damn baby, that’s about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled crookedly up at him and dropped my hand, suddenly feeling unsure. Some things were just meant to be done in private. “It feels better when you do it,” I admitted.
He leaned forward and kissed me, easing his hand in between my legs. “Yeah?” His middle finger slid easily inside me.
“Yeah…” I groaned at the sudden fullness.
He flicked his finger along my inner wall and I almost crumbled to the floor. I gripped his legs to remain upright. “My fingers are longer,” he whispered. “I can reach your G-spot.” He nipped my lips in a quick kiss, massaging the spot again and again. My nails dug into his legs. “Just wait until I’m inside you,” he whispered.
I whimpered.
“Not tonight, cupcake.”
I moaned in protest. “Cade.”
“Shh.” His finger continued its torturous ministrations. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
I winced at his use of the term. “You mean make love?”
His finger stilled inside me. “No, I mean fuck. If you want to make love, you go see your country-club boy, if you want to be properly fucked, you come to me.” His voice was rough. “But not until you’re ready. Not until you ask me.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. I wasn’t ready, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to stop, especially when I was so close again.
Cade slowly began working his long digit against that sensitive spot once again. I gripped his thighs and I squeezed my eyes closed as an intense pressure built inside me and eventually blossomed into an earth-shattering orgasm. He let out a low tortured groan watching me with desire burning in his eyes. My eyes fell closed in complete bliss as I rode out the sensations.
