Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

EDEN

"This was amazing." I licked my lips and swallowed the last of the lemon gelato.

"It absolutely was," he agreed. "The food wasn't bad either." He picked up a clean napkin and dabbed at the side of my mouth.

I sat still while he inspected my face, with one eyebrow raised in amusement.

"There." He put down the napkin and sat back. "Perfect." He picked up his almost empty wine glass and took a sip.

"You might have to roll me out the door." I patted my full stomach. I was going to need extra time in the gym tomorrow to work this meal off, but it was totally worth it. I'd never had meatballs that tender, and the truffle cream on the pasta was next level.

"I don't mind carrying you," Kage said. "Or better yet, helping you to work it off." One eyebrow twitched upward, along with that side of his mouth, his playful side on display.

I leaned forward and whispered. "I think if you bent me over the table here, people would notice."

"I don't care," he said, a smile hovering on the corners of his mouth. "Do you?"

"Opal Springs is growing, but it's still a small town," I said. "Gossip would get around in about ten seconds flat. I don't think I'm ready to be the subject of that." If that wasn't a consideration, I'd bend myself over and let him fuck me boneless.

"I guess we better go somewhere else then." He adjusted himself in his chair.

My tongue swiped over my bottom lip. "About that."

I needed to tell him everything, and I had no idea how he'd take it. He might decide my life was too screwed up for him to be a part of after all. Honestly, I wasn't sure I’d blame him. But I had to be upfront with him about this. Anything else would be dishonest.

His brow creased as he frowned. "I know we didn't make any promises…"

"No we didn't, but it's not about that," I said quickly. I made a face and started tentatively, briefly telling him what Brock insisted on.

Kage's eyes widened and darkened. "Let me get this straight. Your former stepfather, who you live with, who is into you, wants to hear me fuck you?"

"Basically, yes," I said. "If you're not into that, I understand. I mean, it is a bit?—"

"I'm in," Kage said quickly. "I've never minded an audience. If he wants to listen, I'm down for it. Hell, if he wants to watch , I'm down for that too."

My pulse ratcheted up immediately. I didn't think Kage was shy, but I hadn't realised he was quite so outgoing. Although nerves fluttered through me, I was excited at the same time. I liked being the centre of attention between Jagger and Mitch. The idea of being in the middle of Brock and Kage was equally compelling.

"I guess we should get out of here then," I said. I reached for my card, but Kage was already on his feet, heading to pay for the meal.

"I'll get it next time," I said.

"That's negotiable," he said. "At least we can agree there'll be a next time." He placed a hand on my lower back and led me back to his car.

"This is your room, hmmm?" Kage looked around slowly.

I winced. "It could use an update. It hasn't been painted for a while."

Thank fuck it wasn't bright purple like the room I had when I was a kid. Back when it was just Mum and me, I saturated my entire world in the colour. Now, I just had purple hair and a purple car. With lavender bedcovers. I might also own a couple of pairs of purple boots. Okay, I still liked the colour, but I was more subtle with it now.

"It's not so bad." He sat down on the edge of the bed and bounced a couple of times. "All we really need is enough space." He grabbed my hands and pulled me to stand between his legs.

"I'm starting to think a bed is optional," I teased.

He responded with a boyish grin and, keeping hold of my hands, guided me down to the carpeted floor. He lay over me and pinned my hands above my head.

"As it happens, I don't care where I fuck you. Bed, carpet, shower, out on the front lawn for all the neighbours to see."

I smiled up at him. "It might be a bit cold out there for that."

"We'll put that on the list of things to do in summer," he said. "I bet we can give the whole neighbourhood quite the show." He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me slowly and tracing all the way around my lips with the tip of his tongue.

I worked my legs out from under him and wrapped them around his waist, so his cock was neatly placed between my thighs. Even with our clothes between us, I could feel him getting harder.

He kissed my neck and gripped the top of my blouse. "Are you sure? I don't want to move too fast for you. If you want to get to know each other first, I'm okay with it."

Having him this close, and knowing Brock was listening, I was aroused as fuck. But not so aroused that I couldn't take a moment to think carefully and clearly.

He was right, this was going quickly, and we didn't have to rush into anything if we didn't want to. I knew if I said I wanted to stop, he'd honour that and stop immediately.

Did I want that? Was this a reaction to Mitch and Jagger keeping me at arm's length? My way of getting back at them? Was I turned on because I knew Brock would hear us fucking? I didn't want to use Kage for either of those reasons. I didn't want this to happen for the sake of it. If I was going to fuck him just to have someone to fuck, then we should stop.

But then, the more I thought about it, the more I realised that wasn't what this was. Kage was attractive; I enjoyed his company. I could see our relationship developing further. How far? I wasn't sure, but this wasn't just a fling for the heck of it. This was sex with someone I could come to care deeply for. I wanted to explore that, starting now.

"Don't stop," I said finally.

He pulled down the front of my blouse and a cup of my bra, before tracing circles around my nipple with his tongue.

"Delicious," he said. He gave the same treatment to the other nipple.

When he released my hands to pull my blouse off the rest of the way and unhook my bra, I let them wander over his hard body. Under his shirt and over firm muscles.

"I'll say," I agreed. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it up so he could tug it off over his head. His body was as toned as any of the players on the team. He retired from playing hockey, but obviously still put in the work to stay in shape.

I rolled us over so I was on top of him, and undid the front of his jeans. Slowly, I worked down the zipper, and eased them open to free his erection.

"Is having a big cock a requirement for playing professional hockey?" I asked.

He chuckled. "No, some of us are just blessed."

He certainly was. His cock was long and thick, pulsing with blood and veins. A bead of pre-cum glistened on his tip. Until my tongue darted out and licked it off.

My eyes locked on his, I swirled my tongue around his tip before lowering my mouth onto his length.

He groaned. "Fuck yeah. That feels so good."

I smiled around my mouthful and went on sucking for a couple of minutes before he swivelled around and pulled my leg over him so my pussy was right in front of his mouth.

He caressed my clit and folds with his fingers, before licking all the way up and back down my seam.

I shivered at the sensations that went all the way through my body at the lightest of his touch. The more he licked, the more I wanted. The more I needed.

He went on licking, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Right before I pitched over, he swivelled around again, rolled us over and pressed his cock deep inside my body. Slowly at first, until he was seated all the way to his balls.

"You feel incredible," he said, his eyes half closed as he savoured the feeling of us being joined so intimately. So perfectly.

"So do you," I said. He filled me so well, it was blowing my mind and making me even more aroused.

He raised his hips and thrust deeper into me. Carefully, deliberately, like we had all night.

He ran a hand from my throat, down my chest and between us to rub over my clit while he kept up his even strokes. In moments, he had me back on the edge, my body aching for more.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said. "Let me see you come. Let me hear you. Remember, your stepfather is listening."

I didn't bother to correct him, remind him Brock wasn't my stepfather anymore. Kage's words seemed to be deliberate, wanting to provoke us both into reaching new heights of pleasure. Adding a level of taboo to the situation. I had no idea he was so naughty, but I liked it. For a while, I'd share that fantasy with him. The one where Brock was the last person who should be listening to us fuck.

He paused for a moment to draw my legs up, over his shoulder. When he thrust again, it was even deeper than before. He touched me all the way through, like our bodies might fuse together. His cock hit me inside with each stroke, like he knew exactly where to find my G spot and how to drive me absolutely wild.

"I'm going to come," I said loudly. Loud enough for Brock to hear. Hell, the neighbours probably heard, but I didn't give a shit right now.

"Come for me," Kage insisted. "Nice and loud."

I held onto him with my legs while I came so hard every nerve in my body felt it. A cry tore from my lips, so loud and raw, my throat was going to hurt later. I didn't give a shit about that either. All I knew was right here, right now and what his body was doing to mine.

And then what my body was doing to him, as my orgasm stole one from him. He let out a shout to match mine, as his body went still. He grunted and thrust a few more times, spilling himself into my body and milking his orgasm and mine for every single toe curling drop.

He panted for a few moments before easing my legs back down to the floor. "That was an amazing round one." He let me catch my breath before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me up to my bed.

"Now, we take our time getting to know each other." He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me while he started a long, slow exploration of my entire body.