Hush - Fighting Fate #2 (24 page)

Her troubled gaze pinned me the moment I turned. “Do I really need to stay here?”

I hated how small her voice sounded. I sighed. “Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s one of TJ’s rules if there are cops hanging around.”

She nodded in understanding, which honestly blew my mind. It didn’t matter what she had thrown at her, she always just dealt. It amazed me.
She
amazed me.

“Mi-” she started before clamping her mouth shut. “Um…I…” she sighed shakily. “Do you think it’d be alright if I asked you to hold me?”

Again, her voice sounded so small. It was the opposite of the strong girl I saw most of the time. Without thinking, I went to step forward but caught myself when I saw her bare shoulders. I closed my eyes. Fuck me. She was only in a pair of panties.

A deep ache surged through my gut. With effort, I smothered down a groan, but I couldn’t stop the thoughts of what it’d feel like holding her naked chest against mine.

Bending down to pick my shirt up off the floor, I threw it over to her. “If you put this back on.”

She blushed a little, but she quickly slipped it on over her head, thankfully managing to hold the sheet in place until my shirt covered her.

When she was done, she sank back down under the covers and looked up at me with her big doe eyes. My stomach clenched again.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to step forward
until I reached the edge of the bed, then I hesitantly slipped between the sheets. I took a minute before turning on my side to look at her, but when I saw how scared she looked, I stopped thinking.

Sliding closer, I slipped one arm under her head and wrapped the other one around her waist, pulling her into me. She wriggled against me
to get comfortable, her hands smoothing over my chest and her legs tangling with mine.

It was
pure agony.

After a little while she settled in and sighed contentedly
, but I was anything but. Every part of me was hypersensitive to the pleasure she was giving me by simply being in my arms. And it was almost a fucking overload.

Between t
he sensation of her breath against my bare chest sending tiny ripples of electricity over every inch of my skin, and the scent of her hair sending a weird signal straight to some unknown place in the center of my chest, making it all fucking warm and fuzzy, I was quickly losing control.

When her fingers started drawing slow, soft circles on my chest, I reached my limit.
“Kaeli…” I breathed. I barely recognized my own voice, it sounded so strained.

She flattened her hand against my chest, but it didn’t help. If anything, the way it rested there made it so much worse.
She tilted her head back to look up at me. I was pretty sure what she could see in my eyes, because the instant she looked at me, her own eyes darkened with lust.

I was so fucking screwed.

Her hand moved, sliding upwards until she was caressing the side of my neck. I wanted to swallow, but I was sure if I tried I would probably choke.

Slowly, her body arched into me, pressing closer and closer until her
lips were only millimeters away from mine.

I knew I should pull back
. That part of my brain was still there somewhere, but the part of me that craved her had me paralyzed. And let’s be honest here. I wasn’t a fucking saint.

My
restraint slipped and I pulled her hard against me, crushing my lips to hers. Her response was immediate, her lips parting to accept my frantic need to taste her. The little moan that came from her drove me even wilder.

As her hand tightened on the back of my neck, m
y hand found the hem of the shirt she was wearing, slipping underneath to feel the soft, warm skin of her hip, her waist, the slight definition of her ribs, and the underside of her breast.

My cock throbbed with need between us, making me powerless to stop myself from thrusting my hips against hers. I cupped
her breast, gently squeezing the flesh in my hand, my thumb brushing over the tight bud of her nipple. She moaned again, breathlessly panting as I kissed her.

I squeezed again, this time a little firmer, loving the feel of her in my hand. Her tits
were perfect. They weren’t huge, but they were just enough to fill my palm. Just the way I liked them. And the way she responded to my touch was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.

She pulled herself even closer to me,
forcing me to kiss her even harder, then she swung her leg over my hip, moving so my cock was pressing against her core. I groaned and thrust against her.

I did
n’t know if Kaeli had done it, or if it was me, but her shirt was pushed up above her tits and they were now rubbing against my chest. It felt fucking phenomenal. I wanted to free my cock from my boxers and let him have his way, but I knew if I did that, I’d have zero chance of stopping. Which I needed to do. Like now.

I knew there was a valid reason for me to stop. I did. I just couldn’t seem to remember what it was. I tried to pull back to see if that would help clear my head, but Kaeli’s hands clenched me tighter.

“No. Please…” she begged.

Deep down I knew she hadn’t said it, but the way she said ‘no’ sounded so close to my own name, I was unprepared for my reaction to it, both mentally and physically. It practically ripped through me.

Until that moment, I had no idea how much I needed her to want me. The real me. Not Mitch.
Me
.

That thought helped me to put things into perspective. A little.

“Kaeli,” I moaned against her lips. “You don’t know who I am. I can’t do this…”

She shook her head, unwilling to back down. “I know who you are. You’re good,” she said pleadingly. “I don’t know why you’re here, in this situation, but I know you’re not like them. I know you’d do anything to protect me, to keep me safe.”

Fuck. Her words didn’t help me at all. My only resistance came from believing she still thought of me as a bad person deep down.

She pulled me back to her. “I want you…” She kissed me. “…please…”

Motherfucker…

Chapter 43

Kaeli

I felt the moment when Mitch – no, I wasn’t going to called him that anymore
. I felt the moment when my nameless boy let go of his restraint. One second he was fighting himself not to go too far, and the next he had me on my back, pressing himself between my legs.

It was the most arousing thing that’d ever happened to me. Unrestrained nameless boy was hot. Hotter than anything I’d ever fantasized about.

The shirt he’d had me put on earlier was long gone. I wasn’t even sure how it had managed to come off, but I was glad.

He touched me everywhere I needed to be touched. It was like he could read my mind. I never really understood it when people said their body had been played like an instrument, but my nameless boy certainly played mine like he created it.

I’d never been breathless with a guy before. Not even the time I’d slept with Simon. Yes, I’d been excited, and had even come close to going all the way with a couple of other guys I’d dated just after Simon, but it had never been like this. I wanted him so bad I ached.

His tongue thrust into my mouth, his kisses hard and frantic. “You feel fucking amazing,” he groaned.

The only response I could manage was a strangled kind of moan, because if what he was feeling was even half as good as I was feeling then I understood completely.

His hot mouth moved lower, tasting my neck, sucking my ear lobe, licking my collarbone.
It was so much sensation. It was amazing.

When he moved lower again, I was aching. Just
thinking he might take my nipple into his mouth had me panting. The second I felt the warmth on it, and then the hard pull of his suck, I jerked my hips against him, needing to feel some pressure on the ache between my legs.

Obviously pleased with my reaction, he relentlessly laved my nipple with his tongue, flicking and licking, and sucking with hard, arousing pulls, and when he was done, he moved on to the other side, making sure to give it the same attention.

My head was light from pleasure. I swear if I got too much more I’d faint. Or maybe it was just because I was breathing so hard and fast I was practically hyperventilating.

It wasn’t until he moved even lower, his hot breath caressing my skin through my panties that I realized the level of pleasure he was giving me had nowhere near topped out.

No one had ever been where he was just then. No one had ever tried, and I hadn’t wanted them to. But as my nameless boy licked the inside of my thighs, right beside my panty line, I wondered why, because holy mother of god did it feel good.

I was so close to asking him what his real name was. I wanted to cry it out so bad, but I knew that would most probably be like ripping on a hand brake.
Instead, I decided to beg.

“…please…”

I didn’t know what I was begging for, I just knew I needed something. Anything.

My plea must have worked a little, because next thing I knew, he gripped the sides of my panties and was dragging them down
my legs.

Knowing I was that much closer to having his skin on mine almost pushed me to breaking point. I was honestly prepared to just rip his boxers off and pull him into me,
but the sound of his voice made me pause.

“Jesus…”

I opened my eyes and looked down at him sitting between my legs. His newly grey eyes looked dark and dangerous as they scanned my body spread out before him. I’d never allowed myself to be on display like that before. The thought had always terrified me. But lying there for him, with his gaze looking so hungry, I felt nothing but sexy and desirable.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now?”

Slowly, I shook my head.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “If you don’t want to go any further, you have to tell me now. I don’t know…I can’t…”

I couldn’t let him struggle any more. “I want you,” I said simply.

I watched him swallow hard before his eyes flashed with need. Slowly he leaned forward and licked at my ankle. I sucked in a breath at the unexpected rush of arousal the motion gave me.

He did it again, this time moving higher, his lips caressing as his tongue tasted. Oh god help me. I was seriously going to combust if he kept going like that.

By the time he reached my knee, I was squirming, and when he finally made it back to the inside of my thigh, I felt like he’d only have to blow on my clit to make me orgasm
.

The first swipe of his tongue across my clit was quick, but holy hell, it was mind blowing. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out. The second concentrated at my opening, making my clit beg for the attention it needed. The third, I was in heaven.

The touch of his tongue was soft and light, teasing. My body arched, loving his touch, but craving more at the same time.

“Fuck me…” he murmured. “You taste so fucking good…”

I moaned, his words almost heating me to melting point.

His tongue swirled over my clit again, this time a little firmer, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I felt his finger slide inside me.

“Oh god…” I moaned.

I was panting so badly now. My body was wound so tight, so desperate for release. I’d never felt so out of control in my life. I knew if he stopped now, I would be in serious trouble. I would probably even consider finishing myself off. Right in front of him.

He slid his finger in and out, slowly at first, but then he added another and the movements quickened. His tongue matched the rhythm his fingers set, speeding up with each thrust.

I felt him crook his finger inside me each time he thrust in, massaging where I assumed my G spot was. It felt so, so good.

And then he sucked my clit between his lips, his tongue still working it as he sucked, and I crashed. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. I honestly didn’t know they could feel so incredible.

I was still drowning in wave after wave of ecstasy as he climbed up my body, gently kissing me as he went, and as his mouth claimed mine with
heated desperation, I felt my need for him between my legs flare again.

Parting my legs even further to let him know I wanted him, I heard him groan. “Kaeli…are you sure..?”

I kissed him hard, swiping my tongue against his. “Yes,” I whispered. “I need you inside me. Please…”

He groaned again before reaching towards the bedside table and grabbing a condom. Kneeling between my legs, he
pulled his boxers down and took hold of his cock.

I watched with fascin
ation as his hand moved over his shaft. Every time I’d been intimate with a boy before, it’d been in the dark. To see everything so clearly was freaking hot. He was so big, and seeing him holding himself, squeezing and moving his hand in such a pleasurable way had me throbbing all over again.