Body Checking (Men of Havoc #3)

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I'VE NEVER been so thankful that I didn’t wear my Spanx as I am tonight. How much of a fucking damper on the mood would that be if I had to tell Cade to give me a few minutes so I can climb out of those fuckers?

We stumble through my front door and I kick off one shoe, hobbling as I try to pull off the other. My purse hits the floor with a thud and Cade flips the button on my jeans like he’s trying to break a world record. I finally free my foot from my other shoe and I start to direct us towards my bedroom.

Cade pulls me towards the living room and I mumble against his mouth, “My bedroom is upstairs.”

“We’ll get there, baby. We’re going to do a fucking tour of your house. First stop, the couch.” He takes one step back and rips his sweater over his head and I’m pretty sure I’m in heaven.

His chest is defined and thick. He’s not a young guy with lean muscle like most twenty-something men. This is all man. Thick and strong and glorious. The ink that swirls over his chest and crawls up his shoulder, ending just at his neck, looks perfect for running my tongue across. Like a road map of pure sin.

I yank him by his belt buckle towards me and work it undone. I summon all the powers of all the men on thirst trap videos and whip it from his jeans like a dominatrix. The belt cracks and a sexy crooked grin sends a roll of shivers down my spine. My nipples turn so hard it’s painful.

He begins to wiggle my jeans over my hips and suddenly I’m self conscious and rethinking what we’re about to do.

“Hold on. Wait,” I tell him.

“If you are about to tell me anything about your body, you better stop that shit right now. Those bitches at the restaurant were vile and full of pure envy. I love your body, Maren. The curves, the kind real women have, are sexy as fuck. I want to bury my face between your thighs and die there. Now shut that pretty mouth of yours and get these clothes off because if I don’t fuck you soon, death may be a very real possibility.”

My chest heaves and my heart soars with his words, and the doubts vanish. At least for now.

I help him until I’m down to a pair of black lace underwear. He looks at me up and down and shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. I hope it’s a good thing. I want so badly for him to see past my flaws.

“Goddammit,” he growls, then latches onto one nipple and rolls the other between two fingers.

I moan and throw my head back, growing damp between my legs. His thick fingers dig into my tender breast, no doubt leaving red finger imprints behind. I lean back against the couch, bracing myself as Cade continues to lick and suck on me.

“I’m undressed but what about you? Are you going to slide out of those jeans, coach?” He raises a cocky brown at me then flips the button, pulls the zipper down, and pushes them over his hips, letting them fall and puddle at his ankles.

My flirty smile falters when I see that he isn’t wearing underwear, and his thick pierced cock bobs free. I swallow, the lump feeling like a 747 as it slowly goes down, thinking about the damage that monster could do.

He grips the base and pumps it twice, then takes my hand in his and places it in the same place. With his hand covering mine, he guides me, stroking up and down his thick shaft. My eyes stayed glued to the mushroomed head and I wonder if I stacked my hands, one on top of the other, if it would consume the entire length. My guess is not .

My eyes fixate on the silver U ring that is pierced through the tip. I know it’s called a Prince Albert from seeing pictures, but I’ve never actually witnessed it in real life. I want to touch it, flick it with my tongue, and feel the way it will rub against my walls.

“Did it hurt?” I ask him, still not pulling my eyes away.

“Like a motherfucker. But it will be so worth it when you see nirvana.” The thought makes me shiver with anticipation. “Lick it. Feel it on your tongue.”

I watch the way his eyes grow dark and I languidly drop to my knees, wanting to not just give it a lick but really feel him. I look directly at the engorged head and swipe the bead of cum that has gathered at the tip. My tongue touches the hard steel –and I don’t mean his dick– and I suck the ring into my mouth. I lift my eyes to meet his and see his nostrils flare.

I pull back, moisten my lips, then let them slide down. My mouth stretches impossibly wide, tugging painfully at the corners. My eyes water as his length pushes further and further down my throat and I keep going until I feel it start to constrict. He hisses and digs his fingers into the smooth waves of my hair.

The cold metal strokes the sensitive skin and my neck bulges. The vibration of my moan echoes in my ears, and the response it elicits from Cade results in a yanking of my strands.

“Fuck, Maren. You swallow me so good.” His palm presses on the back of my head and he encourages me to take him deeper.

Drool builds and drips from the corner of my mouth, and I feel myself start to gag. He must too because he removes his heavy palm from my head. Cade takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. He toes out of his shoes and then his jeans before picking me up.

“No. What are you doing? Put me down,” I tell him, my voice shaking with nerves.

“I will. Right,” he moves around the couch and places me on the cushion. “There.”

He drops to his knees then glides my panties down my legs and tosses them aside. He

smooths his hands across my skin and spreads my thighs wide. The tips of his fingers are rough and scratch against my hot flesh, leaving a trail of fire from his touch.

“Look at that perfect pussy. Pink and dripping wet. Is that all for me, sweetheart?” I nod with a bite of my lip and he thumbs my clit.

He begins kissing me starting at my ankle, and works his way up until he reaches my apex. I’m spread wide and he tongues at my clit. I gasp and wiggle my hips, begging for more. His hands slide under my legs and he yanks me to the edge of the cushion. My legs are thrown over his shoulders and I reach behind me and grip the back of the sofa to keep myself from falling.

I hear him inhale right before swiping his tongue the full length of my seam. I feel my breathing grow heavy as he continues to lick me. His tongue is strong and powerful and lights up every nerve. He gives a small nip to my clit and I jump at the sudden bite, but then I sink back into him.

Two fingers begin to prod at my entrance slowly. They tease, pushing in the smallest bit, then are gone as soon as they appear. I grow frustrated, wanting all of him. When he does it again, I move my hips and force them inside of me. As he sucks my clit and pussy lips into his mouth, he lets his fingers crook and plunge and scissor.

“So good,” I moan and he nods his head, his nose rubbing just the right spot.

A wanton mewl leaves my lips and he does it again. The friction hits my pleasure point perfectly and I gyrate, taking more and more. I puff out short, shallow breaths and I can feel myself nearing orgasm. Cade wraps his arms around my thighs and uses them to anchor himself to me as he goes faster and dives deeper .

I draw closer still, feeling like I’m walking down a hall and the light is growing nearer and brighter. My whining grows louder and louder until I finally reach the end of the tunnel. Bursts of bright white explode behind my lids. My toes curl and my body shakes as the orgasm continues to plow through me. I feel like minutes pass before I feel the last drop drain from me.

I open my eyes and see him come away with a smile. His mouth glistens with me and his tongue circles over his lips like he’s licking the remnants of his dessert.

“Delicious,” he emphasizes and drops my legs.

They fall heavy and limp and thud against the floor. I get almost no recovery time because he rises and scoops me up. I’m spun around like a toy top until I’m planted on my knees facing the opposite direction on the couch cushion.

“Do you need me to wear a condom? I will but I promise it will feel so much better if I don’t.”

“No. Don’t wear one. I always used one with Wa–I just always used one.”

“I promise I get tested regularly and it’s been several months since I’ve fucked anyone.” I get a small sense of satisfaction hearing it’s been a while, but my stomach falls knowing his number is probably triple what mine is.

I push the thought away and focus on the fact that he’s here with me now. No one or nothing else matters .

His dick nudges at my entrance and he slides in. He goes slow but I want him to just dive in. Get it all over with and deal with effects in one stride. The prolonging only draws attention to his size.

I squeeze my eyes shut and grind my teeth the deeper he goes. The nickname Hammer isn’t one I would’ve given him. Third arm or even ten foot pole comes to mind. Those fit him more adequately.

The pinch of his fingers gripping my hips is only clouded by the force of his thrust.

“Cade. Oh god,” I cry.

I can feel the ring rub against my walls, and it’s a sensation I have no comparison for. I tingle from my toes to my ears and clench from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

My head sags between my shoulders when I grow too weak to keep it upright.

“Goddammit, Maren. Look at you taking my dick like a good girl.”

I try to tell him I love the way he feels. The heaviness of being stuffed full of his thick and long cock, but there are no words to describe the experience.

“I lo–I love being your good girl,” I pant.

A devious laugh flows from him and it traces my skin like his touch. Sparks come to life, and the electricity rushes through my veins. I can feel my ass jiggle as he kneads one cheek.

“You gonna scream for me sweetheart?” he grunts with each slam of his hips. “Scream

my name and tell me who fucks this tight pussy best. Do it, Maren”

“You. It’s you Cade. It hurts so good.”

He drives forward faster and harder and my cries grow louder. “Shiiiit,” I grit through my clenched jaw.

“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?”

“Yes and…no. Don’t stop. Please don’t,” I plead.

The after effects will be long lasting, but this is too good to care about that. I’ll gladly walk sore for days if he just keeps going.

The sound of his grunts and smacking of his hips against my ass is filthy. The kind that’s a guilty pleasure. The kind you want to listen to on repeat in the dark of night with your hand down your pants when you’re all alone.

“Oh shit. Cade. I’m going to. To. Fuck! ” The second explosion hits like the fireworks grand finale.

The shrill of my wail bounces off the walls, ceiling and floor, causing a chorus of bliss. Like perfect harmonization, Cade growls as he floods me with his cum. In my mind I visualize a firehose spraying water on a fire, dousing the burning flames .

When we’re both spent, only the heaving of our breaths filling the sex scented air, our bodies sag and Cade pulls me into his lap as he sits. Our hot, slick bodies are soaked with sweat and they stick to one another.

His nose traces up my neck and he inhales. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Ye…” I tell him, trying to push out a yes but not having the strength to even finish.

“Good. Let’s get some water, a snack, and head up to your bedroom. We need a little rest and replenish.”

I look over my shoulder and ask, “Rest and replenish?”

“For the next round.” I let out a scared chuckle, images of me being torn in two flood my mind, and it isn’t a pretty sight.