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STACEY

The novelty of being on a private jet is gone six hours in. I’ve slept. I’ve drank. I’ve slept the drunkenness off. I’ve begged this idiot to play a game of I Spy with me, which he obviously declined.

What is he typing? His brows are knitted together as he concentrates on the screen, and I watch him. He yawns, and it annoys me that he even manages to make that look hot.

I lean my elbows on the table between us. “Do you not sleep? You look terrible.”

His eyes are sunken in, bags under them, and his hair has seen better days. This guy hasn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and the finger he taps on the table when he’s not typing and the way he bounces one knee has me studying him.

He’s… different.

I’d almost say he was coming down from a high, from what I remember of Chris taking drugs and waking up on my bedroom floor. Or the way I’d feel the morning after he’d forced pills down my throat.

Kade taking uppers seems out of character though, considering he’s a fitness freak.

I nibble my lip. I know he smokes pot, but Kade wouldn’t take anything harder. I remember how much he hated drugs when we were younger. He took medication to help regulate everything going on in his mind; I know this because I always sat on the sink and handed him a glass of water to swallow them with.

He hated tablets; hated pills that controlled him.

Has that changed?

“There’s a sofa at the back of the plane – why don’t you go lie down?”

His blue eyes stay on the screen. “I’m not tired.”

I sigh. “Rich, rude and apparently an immortal who doesn’t need sleep. You truly are a catch.”

A faint smile touches his mouth, but he wipes his hand down his face to cover it up and continues typing. “Go back to sleep. Your company was better then. I’m too busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Working,” he replies bluntly, ending our conversation.

I yawn and smile at Kade’s assistant. “What else is there to do in here?”

He points to the TV, but I shake my head.

“We have board games, if you’re interested in any of them?” he offers.

“Will you play with me?” I ask Kade, but he grunts and shakes his head, without looking away from his laptop. I grin at Barry. “You?”

His glances at my best friend’s brother, his expression worried. “Sir?”

“Do whatever she wants,” he says, waving a hand towards me dismissively. “She’ll probably suck your cock if you ask.”

“Kade!” I exclaim in horror, turning to apologise to the guy, who nods to me and returns to his usual seat in the corner. I slam this tit’s laptop shut. “Was that really necessary?”

Slowly, his nearly silver eyes slide up to meet my green ones, his dimples denting as he attempts to scare me off with a raging look. I raise a brow, not caring he’s about to blow.

He grits out, “I was in the middle of something.”

I rest my elbow on his laptop, lean my chin on my hand and beam. “And now you aren’t.”

“Fuck.” He shakes his head with an unbelievable look as his back hits the chair. “You are insufferable. What do you want from me?”

The laptop is tossed to the table beside us, and he pushes the one between us up until it clicks into the holder. Elbows on his knees, he leans forward. Large, tattooed hands rub at his face as he sighs, and I remember a few hours ago where those hands were, and my body screams for me to climb into his lap and fuck him into submission.

His wet tongue was inside me not long ago.

I remember the way the release felt above him, how powerful it felt to grab his hair and ride his mouth.

The way his name on my lips was so natural.

How his hard cock had pressed into me from behind, and how much I’d wanted to push back so he filled me.

I think he might be thinking this too, because he sits back and readjusts himself in the seat. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

His eyes darken. “You know what. I don’t like you, and you don’t like me, so why do you keep staring at my cock like it’s inviting you to suck it?”

I tut, even though my cheeks heat. His assistant definitely heard him. “Can’t we just put aside everything and be friends?”

The look he gives me makes me squeeze my legs together, and I have the sudden urge to accept the invitation to suck his cock. He pleasured me, so it’s only fair I do the same.

Apparently, I’m easily turned on by an angry Kade.

“We didn’t choose to be stuck travelling together, so get it out of your head that we’re even close to being on a friendly level. Stop trying to talk to— What the fuck are you doing?”

I slide off my seat and onto my knees, grabbing his thighs and digging my nails into them. “Tell your assistant to leave.”

Kade swallows. “Fuck off, Barry.”

He smirks but hides it as quickly as it shows. “Yes, sir. Let me know if you need anything.” He nods to me. “Miss Rhodes.”

On my knees, I smile at him.

Kade grabs my jaw. “Stop looking at him like that,” he warns.

I look away from Barry gathering his laptop into a case. “Or what?”

“Provoking me isn’t a good idea, Stacey.” He shifts on the seat. “Don’t look at my staff. Ever. Got it?”

I roll my eyes.

A soft click follows, and Kade is still glaring at me as I settle into a comfortable position between his legs and rub my hand up his bulge. Already solid. He says nothing as I tug at his shorts slowly, lifting his hips so I can pull them down to reveal his Calvins. His length strains against the white material.

He hisses as I rub him, and I look up at him with a hooded gaze. “You hate that you want me, don’t you? It’s written all over your face.”

He closes his eyes, dropping his head back as I run my palm up and down the underside of his cock. It makes him even harder, the swollen head edging out of the top of his boxers with a glistening bead of precum.

“Will I keep going?” I ask in a sultry voice as I slowly pull down his boxers. “Or do you want me to stop?”

His hips rise, jaw clenched as he opens his eyes and watches me slide down his boxers. “I’ll throw you out of this jet if you stop.”

The empty threat shouldn’t turn me on, but there’s an ache between my legs. The fact “Take Me Back To Eden” by Sleep Token has started playing only intensifies the neediness.

I grin, sucking my lip to hide my smile as I free him completely. Thick, long and cradled by veins, his cock barely fits in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it, stroking gently and twisting when I reach the tip.

I move my hand up and down, enjoying the way his muscles pull taut, his eyes on mine. “Use your mouth.”

“Say please.”

He raises a brow, tensing as I spread the arousal of his precum with my thumb, bringing it to my mouth so I can taste him.

He stares at my lips, his chest rising and falling. “I do not beg.”

I shrug and go to stand, but he grabs my shoulder and shoves me back down. He breathes through his nostrils and fists my hair. “Are you going to suck my cock, Freckles? If so, stop playing with it and put it in your fucking mouth.”

My pussy flutters at his dark tone. “Make me.”

I sink my nails into one of his thighs as he grabs my jaw, pries my mouth open and slaps my lips with the leaking tip of his cock. He smears his precum across my bottom lip, then releases my hair to shove two fingers into my mouth and presses down on my tongue.

I gag around his fingers, my eyes watering.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, and you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of my cum.”

He doesn’t wait for a response; he removes his fingers and shoves his cock into my mouth, then grabs my nape and forces my head down to take him deeper. I choke around his thickness, needing air yet wanting to suck and feel him sliding in and out of my throat.

I look up at him to see he’s biting his lip, desire all over his face as he fists my hair and controls the bob of my head. His cock pulls out ever so slightly, then gags me again as he goes deep.

Saliva trickles from the corners of my mouth as he moves his hips, fucking my mouth.

My thighs beg to open wide. To reach between my legs to give myself some relief, or at least crush together to cause some friction. There’s something about watching a man screw his eyes shut and curse while being pleasured that makes me wetter.

“Fuck,” he blurts as I push against his abs to halt his movements and roll my tongue around the sensitive head, sucking lightly, tasting his arousal. I pop it out of my mouth and go back to stroking him, which earns me an angry stare.

I’m not giving him the reins on this. I’m the one with the power. I’m in control. Beneath him and on my knees, yet above him.

I go to take him into my throat of my own accord, but he grabs my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Eyes on me,” he orders. “Keep them on me.”

I feel comfortable as I wrap my lips around his cock again and tease him a little more by pulling my mouth away. I feel comfortable as I run my tongue up the underside and cup his balls. And I definitely feel comfortable keeping my eyes on his, watching him on the edge of snapping as I stop sucking once more.

Our deal to resist temptation has gone south.

My lips press to the tip and I whisper, “Beg me to keep going.”

Kade grabs a handful of my hair. “Please put my cock back in your fucking mouth.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to do anything before he pushes the tip through my parting lips and fucks my throat again with rapid rises of his hips. I gag around him, but it only seems to drive him deeper into my throat, robbing me of air as my eyes water.

He pulls my hair, his cock leaving my mouth to let me breathe. Strained, he asks, “Why?”

I gasp to fill my lungs, tears running down my cheeks. “Why what?”

He glances at his cock.

I shrug with a soft smile. “I owe you one.”

He doesn’t like that response. His eyes darken, and he grabs his dick and slaps it against my bottom lip, sliding it against my cheek to wipe away my tears.

“This doesn’t change things.” He slides a hand in my hair and pulls until I feel a smidge of pain, and my inner walls quiver with desire. “You fucked me over and I can’t forgive you. Expect nothing from me. If you want to suck my cock, do it, but with zero expectations—”

“Then stop stopping me, you idiot.”

I take him deep into my throat again, swallowing around him, and his fingers tighten in my hair, eyes rolling to the back of his skull.

He groans. “Fuck, Stacey.”

I hold him there for a few seconds, sucking and licking, his cock swelling with each throb. A deep, vibrating moan comes from his chest as I take him to the hilt. My eyes water more, but I keep watching him as I stay there for a few seconds before coming back up for a lungful of air. My nipples tighten under my dress, and I fight the urge to rip the fabric off and caress my aching breasts.

Against his swollen, leaking tip, I whisper, “Still hate me?”

He groans and fights a snarl. “Stop talking.”

Kade silences me further by shoving both hands into my hair and yanking my head back down. And then he fucks my mouth, making saliva gather – faster and harder, until I gargle for air, and I’m certain his assistant can hear me choking on his cock.

His grunts and moans and breathy curses fill the air, almost drowning out the music playing from the speakers at each corner of the aircraft.

Kade sucks on his bottom lip, and I can tell he’s close as his cock twitches through each pull and lap, and the caresses of my hand. His hands are still twisted in my hair, holding me in place as he raises his hips with brute force. I gag and choke and moan around his thickness, falling into a hum as his thrusting slows down.

“You like this, don’t you?” he rushes out. “I can tell how turned on you are. Such a whore, my Freckles.”

My mouth is stretched over his base, and he buries himself deep, watching my eyes water. He moves strands of dark hair from my face and wipes the tears away with his thumb. “I want these tears. None of these other dramatics. Tears from sucking my cock. You’re dying to touch yourself, aren’t you?”

I manage a nod with a mouthful of dick. If I don’t get some sort of release, I’ll scream. I’m aching between my legs, my breasts feel heavy, and I’m absently grinding my thighs together.

Kade blows out a breath, chest heaving, as he slowly pumps his hips into my mouth. “Show me how wet you are.”

With no hesitation, I reach under my dress to feel how soaked I am. Moving aside my underwear, I groan around his head as I circle my clit with the tip of my middle finger, finally getting the pressure I need. I dip in and lift my dripping fingers up to show him.

He continues thrusting. “Keep touching yourself. I want your fingers deep in your cunt while I cum in your mouth.”

I whimper around him as I sink two fingers inside my pussy and rub my clit with the other hand.

Kade throws his head back. “Fucking hell. I’ve missed your mouth.”

I push a third finger in, and I’m close to exploding. I struggle not to sob from the surreal feeling of my walls clenching around my fingers with building heat.

“You can take me deeper. Suck me into your throat.” He thrusts into my mouth, and his swollen crown hits the back of my throat then slides down.

“Just like that. All of it. Take every fucking inch. Now swallow around my cock. Fuck!”

I can already feel the snake of pleasure wrapping around my spine and coiling deep within my core. Both of Kade’s hands fist in my hair again to still my head bobbing on his cock as he groans deeply and empties right down my throat.

The length of him pulses and thickens through each twitch, and he swears, gripping my hair painfully as I suck hard and my own orgasm hits, wet, blinding-hot heat coursing through my body.

He watches me scream around his cock as I rub my clit until I can’t any longer. My heart rate has sped up to a dangerous pace, my thighs soaked, hair a mess.

I remove my fingers, and he captures my wrist so he can suck them. The warmth of his tongue working against them and the way his gaze stays fixed on mine has my heart beating even faster.

Wetness drips from my mouth as I slowly drag in air to my starved lungs, a string of drool stretching from his crown to my lips. He runs his thumb across my mouth. “Good girl. If there’s anything I miss about us, it’s how well you suck my cock.” He’s still hard as he snatches my throat. “Now climb up here and fucking ride me.”

His reload time has always been impressive.

There is no hesitation – I move right onto his lap and hike my dress to my hips. Kade wraps his arm around the small of my back as he fists his cock between my legs.

Just as I go to lower myself onto him, I yelp in surprise as Barry walks through the door, informing us we need to take our seats for landing.

Like a bucket of ice-cold water has been thrown over me, I twist my hands into the material of Kade’s top and bury my face in embarrassment.

Pulling my dress down at the back to hide my ass, he glares at Barry over my shoulder as he walks past us on the aisle to grab something from a bag.

I close my eyes. Neither of us move from our current position.

I can feel the head of his rigid cock nudging at my entrance, and he rubs it against my slick pussy. I shake and lower myself a little. His tip pokes through my slit, and he twitches. One movement, and he’ll be properly inside me.

“I might kill Barry,” I whisper against Kade’s ear, feeling him shiver.

Kade sighs and drops his head to my shoulder, gripping my hips before lifting me up enough to break the intimate connection. “I’ll do it for you. I have a gun in my bag.”

I laugh, but the way he’s scowling at Barry while he helps me to my feet and fixes my dress, before pulling his boxers up, I have a feeling he isn’t joking.