At the brink of his own sanity, he spread herlegs wider and plunged his tongue into her tight passage, lifting her hipsclear off the bed while his thumb strummed at her tortured clit.
And like a string being pulled too tightly, shebroke in his arms. With a sharp ringing cry, Maritzia trembled and spasmed inhis hold, her slick sex tightening around his tongue as she called out his namedesperately into the darkness.
Licking and kissing her through her aftershocks,Cade savored each little mewling sound she made in protest as he lowered hergently back down. With his mouth slick from her juices, he sat up straight andlooked down at her panting body.
"Ritz," his voice sounded like a gasp,hoarse and thick sounding. "I need-"
He wanted to tell her he needed her now, that hecouldn’t wait a moment longer but she cut him off.
With hidden strength, Maritzia jackknifed intothe sitting position and reached for his pants. With a forceful tug, she hadthem bunched around his knees and his cock bouncing free. Eyeing the glisteningfat head of his cock with a look of pure hunger, Maritzia looked back at himwith an expression of determined hunger that nearly made him cum then andthere.
"Now, Cade," she said, breathlesslyreaching for his shoulder. "I need you now."
Goddammit, he didn’t need to be told again.Letting her pull him on top of her, he felt her kick his pants the rest of theway down his legs while he adjusted himself above her. Without preamble, sheopened herself to him as he positioned himself at her soaking entrance.
They both let out a groan as he pushed himselfin, inch by never-ending inch. With each incremental push, Cade sank deeper anddeeper into her tight heat. So hot and so fucking good. Cade felt as if he wasgasping for air. Bracing his forearms beside her, he looked down and watchedthe array of emotions on her beautiful face as she accepted his intrusion whenhe finally settled deeply within.
Fuck, he wasn't sure how long he was going tolast.
As if reading his mind Maritzia looked at him,her hands lacing around the back of his neck. "Cade?" Her voicesounded tremulous and unsure and for a brief shining moment, he was able topull his mind back to the here and now and give her a worried look in response.Like ink hitting water, Cade watched as the girl he grew up with next doorchanged beneath him. He felt her legs slacken around him and watched as she bither lower lip in expectation. "I need you to fuck me," she said, hervoice uncharacteristically soft and breathy as she conveyed what she neededfrom him. "I need you to fuck me hard. Please, Cade, I have dreamed ofthis for so long. Please don't be gentle. I want you to show me that I'm yoursnow. I want you to fuck me hard."
Cade blinked as he registered the meaning of herwords—and he lost himself within them.
Later that night Cade laid out beside hersleeping form, his breathing just now returning to normal. He lay thererecalling her lustful plea and replayed what best he could from the snatches ofmemory afterward. It was as if he had blacked out. Her words were like somesort of forbidden spell, releasing all the restraint he normally would haveused and setting something dark and primal within loose.
There was an eye-rolling-back type ofsatisfaction within Maritzia as he pounded into her. She wanted to be dominatedby him. Closing his eyes, Cade smiled at the memory of her cries bouncing offthe walls around them as he found the punishing rhythm they both liked. He had watchedwith gritted teeth as her breasts bounced and swayed with each thrust and felther fingers dig into the flesh of his forearm as they both neared anotherorgasm. Shaking beneath him whimpered her love for him over and over again ashe pumped the last of his seed inside of her.
Looking down at his chest, Cade felt his heartswell at the sight of her exhausted face and the sounds of her heavy snores.Strong, capable, and thoroughly badass by day and a complete wanton, wide-eyesubmissive at night.
Turning his head away, Cade had to fight backtears of joy stinging at the corner of his eyes. This is what it felt like fordreams to come true.
Chapter12
"That was a pathetic-ass workouttoday." Edwards eyed Cade critically as they walked down the hall from thegym. "You look like shit. Did you not sleep?"
No, he didn’t. He spent the whole weekend gettinghis balls drained by the love of his life, Cade thought with a tired grin."Yes, well, we all can't be Mr. Universe like you," he sighed as theyturned the corner to the hallway that led to the men's locker rooms. "Someof us have to save our strength, like, oh I don't know, for the bedroom.Something you may not have heard of, you lonely bastard."
"First of all, don't give me that shit,"Edwards groused as he rubbed the back of his neck, causing his giant bicep toflex and Cade to look at his own self-consciously as Edwards continued. "Iget plenty of bedroom action, it’s just that-"
"You've plowed through all the dudes in TheBronx and have nothing to choose from, you giant man whore," Cade offeredhelpfully as they walked into the empty locker room.
"Yeah, well that may be true," Edwardstossed him a shameless smile, "but I'm not even sure if I can believe yousince Ritz walked into the precinct this morning looking fit and energized asusual. Looks like you're the only one being worn out."
"The woman is a machine," Cade mutteredthinking of the truth in Edwards's words. Maritzia had positively glowed thismorning. "I seriously need your post-workout recovery smoothie recipe,'cuz Jesus…I need to keep up with her, man."
Edwards laughed. "I'm gonna go take ashower. You can just find yourself a baby-wipe to clean off that one drop ofsweat you made," Edwards chuckled as he walked down the aisle to hislocker in the back.
"Giant bastard," Cade grumbled.
It really was a pathetic workout, though. Notnecessarily because he was tired but because his mind was still reeling fromthe weekend of the best sex he had ever gotten. It took his breath away justthinking about it. After that night of complete honesty and admission and veryaggressive sex, Cade wasn't quite sure what to expect the next day. But hisbeautiful fucking goddess was right back to her usual self. Snarky,giving-as-good-as-she-got comments back at him all day as they bantered backand forth. Confident and sexy as she walked around the supermarket in her jeanshorts and cut-off top. Everything was perfect between them-or so he thought.No, true perfection was later on that night when she pulled down his shorts andtook him into her sweet mouth in the middle of their show right there on thecouch. The woman had him moaning like a cheap porn star and promising his soulon a platter to her. He spent the rest of that night and the following dayfucking her into the mattress with his hand wrapped around her throat as shesang out his name.
God was so good. Again, he felt that wayward tearthreaten to come to the surface even now as he thought about how fucking goodhis life was now. As he stood at his locker, he faintly heard the locker roomdoor open and mentally told himself to man-up. He couldn’t have people findinghim crying in the locker room over the love of his life.
Footsteps came toward him and Cade turned, nearlyletting out a ragged groan at the sight of Victor Ortega. What did thismotherfucker want? Did he sense Cade enjoying himself or something? Turningback to face his locker, Cade ignored the man and unsnapped his sports watch,and threw it on the shelf within.
Cade could feel the tension in the air as Victorstepped closer. He could feel the man boring a hole in the back of his head.
That's it, Cade, don't say a word. Don't sayanything to this pussy-ass bastard who walked out on Ritz, leaving her abitch-ass note. Yes, you're a man of discipline, there is nothing for you tosay. Fuck yeah, that's it. Just get your clothes out of your locker and ignorehim. Ritz is going to be so proud of-
