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The numbers on the little screen in the corner of the elevator continue rising—well past my own floor as it keeps going up. This probably isn’t the smartest idea, given that it’s a little past one in the morning and I’m a little tipsy, but even though I’m not anywhere near being wasted, I’m still not exactly thinking with my head right now. The planwasto go back to my apartment after my shared Uber with Bianca and Tina dropped me off at my building, but instead of pressing the elevator button for my floor, I pressed the button for Caden’s, and now here I am.
After a night out with my friends and dancing and casually talking to other guys, it only made me crave the one guy I’ve had all to myself for these last few months. The idea of going back to my empty apartment to an empty bed didn’t at all sound appealing; going to Caden’s, however, sounded too good to ignore. I want him, and he’s never been someone who didn’t give me what I wanted.
I ring the bell for his penthouse, bouncing on the heels of my feet and twiddling with one of the rings on my finger as I wait. A part of me is suddenly taut with nerves at the idea of coming here late, because he could likely be asleep. But then the door swings open, and I’m greeted by the sight of a shirtless Caden in gray sweats that do nothing to hide that impressive length, arms covered in tattoos displayed in all of their glory.
He stares down at me in both amusement and surprise. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I return with a smile, pressing my lips together briefly. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“You didn’t,” he says with a shake of his head. “Wanna come in?” I nod, and Caden smiles as he steps aside to let me walk in. “How was your night?”
“Good,” I muse, turning to face him. I see the way his eyes drink me in—my skin-tight jeans and full sleeved body suit that hugs me and leaves little for the imagination. I shrug my jacket off, skin warm not from what I had drunk but because of his stare that always seems to carry so much burning heat. It does wonders for my ego, honestly. “Ate too much and didn’t drink nearly as much as Tina and Bianca,” I add with a light laugh.
Caden raises an eyebrow and, God, if it isn’t as sexy as his bare torso. “Why didn’t you drink as much as them?” he asks, laughter in his voice.
I grin a little as I walk over to him, the three-inch heels of my boots clicking against the floor. “Because,” I hum, stopping right in front of him with barely inches between us. The heat of his body is dizzying in the best way as I lift my gaze so my eyes can lock onto his hazel eyes that are darkened by familiar desire. My finger teasingly hooks into the band of his sweatpants as I say to him with a slight pout, “You never fuck me when I’m drunk, and after a night of talking to mediocre men, I need the real thing tonight.”
The desire in Caden’s eyes deepens, although they flash with something else upon hearing my words. But he doesn’t give me a chance to read into it because, in the blink of an eye, Caden’s hand is lightly around my throat and he’s crushing his lips to mine. My knees threaten to buckle at the sheer force of the fiery kiss, moaning into Caden’s mouth as he turns us until my back is pressed against the door, his hand practically burning into my skin.
He deepens the kiss, tongue caught in a battle with mine, which I easily lose as my hand dips inside his sweatpants and wraps around his hardened length. “Fuck,” Caden hisses against my mouth as I give him a slow jerk, velvety and hard in my grasp. Caden’s other hand rests on the door by my head, his tongue licking into every corner of my mouth as my pulse quickens explosively.
Unable to stop myself, I break the kiss and sink down on my knees, desperately needing him in my mouth, and use my other hand to fully pull down his sweats. The sight of his thick, swollen cock in front of my face makes my mouth water as Caden kicks aside his sweats, a bead of precum collecting at the tip. Lifting my gaze, I look up at Caden, his head bowed and hair falling over his forehead as he looks down at me with pupils blown wide with lust and lips swollen from our kiss.
Keeping our gazes locked, I lean forward and take him in my mouth, one hand still wrapped around his length and the other holding onto his thigh as I take him deeper and deeper. His deep, guttural groan as I envelope him only fuels the desire electrifying my veins; I’ve had him in my mouth enough times to be used to his size, sucking and teasing and licking while I pump whatever I can’t fit with my hand. Caden is, without a doubt, the biggest I have been with, and I don’t think I can ever imagine myself having to get used to someone else when I’ve had a taste and feel of him.
But I push those thoughts out of my head and continue my ministrations, enjoying the deep sounds that leave him and the salty taste of him on my tongue, licking at the slit and collecting the precum that had gathered there. Caden’s hand finds the back of my head, my eyes falling shut as I moan around him when his fingers wrap around my hair. Not tight enough to hurt, but just enough to be delicious.
“Fuck, fuck—come here,” Caden demands roughly, pulling me off of him. A thin string of spit connects the tip of his cock to my lips, which I lick as he pulls me up to my feet. He’s breathing heavily just like me, skin a little flushed, and it’s utterly satisfying knowing he looks and feels like this because ofme. Caden’s fingers are already deftly working on the button and zipper of my jeans as he grunts, “Get these fucking off.”
I help him out, my movements as frenzied as his as he tugs my jeans down and I unbutton my bodysuit, pulling it off and uncaring if it messes up my hair. I toe my boots off, my pants and underwear gone, and it’s in record time that I’m naked and being spun around until my front is pressed against the door. I gasp as the cool surface of the door comes in contact with my heated skin, a complete contrast to Caden’s own heated and solid body pressing to my back.
When he drags the tip of his cock teasingly along the lips of my pussy, a needy moan escapes me, head tilting back and eyes falling shut. “God, yes,please,” I beg.
I have never pleaded like this for anyone, but for Caden? It’s impossible not to.
“Mediocre men, huh?” Caden muses, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his muscled torso against my back as my ass rests against his hips. Desire deepens his voice, with a hint of smug amusement coloring it, too. Nipping at my lobe with his teeth, he asks, “You trying to replace me, Ria?”
He’s teasing me as he just barely nudges the tip of his cock into my pussy, his body keeping mine in place and preventing me from grinding down on him. “Not yet,” I respond. Two can play at this game.
Caden chuckles deeply, the sound sending shivers down my spine as I feel his other hand snake around my front. His hand then slides down, and my lips part in a breathless moan as his fingers tease my clit, one of my hands coming in between to cover Caden’s so he doesn’t move his hand away. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive as he plays with my clit, and Caden presses a kiss to my jaw before murmuring, “You won’t find anyone better than me, baby.”
Before I can even think of a response, Caden pushes into me, all the way inch by inch, and my head falls back against his shoulder in a moan as he buries himself in my pussy. The noise that escapes me is a combination of satisfaction, relief, and need, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest as Caden sets a rhythm that has me seeing stars. My breasts are pressed against the door, his lips on my neck and fingers stimulating my clit, and I can’t do anything but submit to his capable hands as he fucks me in a way that only he knows how. His once quiet apartment is now filled with the sounds of my moans, his grunts, and skin slapping against skin as he pounds into me ruthlessly.
I don’t know why I bother attempting to flirt with other guys, or let them flirt with me. I always end up back with Caden, anyway.
6
CADEN
“Isaw Logan at the bar.”
Daria’s words cut through the silence we had been lying in for the last ten minutes. My jaw clenches at the mention of her ex that’s not an ex, as she puts it, and turn my head to look at her. But she’s staring up at the ceiling of my bedroom, long lashes framing blue eyes and silvery blonde hair a halo beneath her on the pillow. We are close enough that I can feel the heat of her body on mine beneath the sheets where we lie naked, coming down from the high of intimacy that still dizzies me a little. Though I would never admit that to anyone.
“Yeah?” I ask, keeping my voice casual. I’ve never met the guy, but it’s easy to not like him from what Daria tells me about him. And from how I’ve heard him speak to her when, unbeknownst to him, I’m in her bedroom when he comes by to pick up or drop off Elaine. It takes everything in me not to stroll into the living room and put the fucker in his place for disrespecting Daria, especially in front of their young daughter, but I know Daria would be pissed if I did. She doesn’t need me to defend her from Logan, no matter how badly I itch to.
“Yeah,” Daria breathes out. Then she lets out a scoff of a laugh, shaking her head as she says in resignation, “He’s such a piece of shit.”
The tone of her voice has my eyebrows furrowing. “He said something to you?” I ask, though I don’t know why I bother. Ofcourse,he said something to her. He can’t fucking help himself. She shrugs, like she’s trying to brush it off, her mouth curling downward. My frown only deepens at the weighed look she wears as I urge, “Daria.”
