Dead of Summer

“What I think you’re headed for right now,” he responds slyly. “I’m just trying to figure out what’s done it for you. You haven’t been like this with me before.”

“Is it a bad thing?”

“No, baby, not at all.”

He’s got to stop doing that. My hands flex in his grip, and I know something in my expression must have changed, because Kayde’s eyes narrow just slightly, like that’s the clue he needed, before his grin curves once more over his full lips. “I see,” he murmurs, hand curling around my throat again. “But it can’t just be that. Hmm.” He casts his gaze to the side, still thoughtful, and anxiety gnaws at my stomach. There’s no way that look is a good thing.

“You like it when I talk to you this way, don’t you? Not just calling you my sweet baby girl. I bet you like it when I have to remind you to use your words. When I have to drag them out of you like you’re just trying to be a brat who wants me to work for it. Is that what you’re trying to do, baby? Make me work for everything?”

Fuck, he’s doing it on purpose now. And he knows the effect it has on me, clearly, from the way I can barely stay still under him, or focus on anything other than his face.

“I hate it,” I mumble petulantly, feeling the heat staining my face. “I hate it?—”

“Do you?” Before I can really register he’s moving, Kayde tugs at my shorts, pulling them off one leg, then the other; leaving me in just my t-shirt. “So good for me, baby,” he praises, running his hands up the insides of my thighs. “I love how you don’t wear panties at night anymore when you know I want to come play with you. Such a good girl.” His words are wicked and I groan, tossing my head back and closing my eyes hard trying to get a hold of myself.

But that’s an even bigger mistake.

A sharp pain makes me squeal, though I clamp my teeth together to muffle the sound as sharp pain explodes at my inner thigh. When my eyes open wide, I see Kayde watching me, waiting for just that, his teeth buried in the soft skin of my leg.

“Told you, didn’t I?” he purrs, pulling away and licking over the bruise already blooming on my pale skin. “Better keep your eyes open, princess.”

God, that nickname isn’t any better.

“Unless you’re just trying to be a brat for me. Unless you want me to do something about it.” The purring, soft tone is enough to nearly drown me all over again, and my mouth falls open as I finally realize my arms are free, thanks to him needing both to take off my shorts.

But he realizes it too, and his hand is back around my wrists, slamming them down to my pillow before I’ve gone far. “Stay,” he murmurs against my temple. “Stay right there. Don’t fucking move them, okay? Don’t make me tie you up because my baby girl couldn’t keep her hands where I put them.”

Another whine that sounds embarrassingly turned on leaves me, and when I try to clamp my thighs together, I can’t. Not while he’s still kneeling between them. “Fuck,” I mumble, pressing my hands together on the pillow. “Kayde, you’re killing me here.”

“Nah, sweetheart,” Kayde disagrees, hand pressed flat to my stomach as he sits up to look at me. “Like I said. I’m just ruining you for any other guy in the world.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The words do nothing for my mental state. My breath hitches, and I don’t move as he takes his time. Kayde kisses up my inner thigh, tongue laving over the bite he left there. My brain feels a little cloudy, and it’s not a bad thing.

It’s just…different.

“Did you like riding my face the other night? Did you like it when I buried my tongue in your pussy?” Kayde coos, his fingers stroking up my slit to tease my clit. “Come on, baby. You can’t go nonverbal on me. Not when I love hearing you struggle to find your words.”

Sucking in a breath doesn’t help much, but something is better than nothing, so I do it again before staring down at him, eyes wide and thighs trembling in his grip. “Yes,” I whisper at last. “I liked it.” Because there’s no point in lying to him.

Not when he can see it so easily.

“I liked it, too,” he tells me, a smirk curving over his lips. “I love the taste of you, sweetheart.” As if to prove his point, he swipes his tongue up through my folds, stopping to lap at my clit until I’m writhing under him.

It’s hard not to look away. And harder still not to reach down to curl my fingers in his wavy blond hair. But he’d told me to stay, and told me to look at him. Plus I know for a fact he’s more than willing to bite me to point out when I’ve done wrong.

Not that I dislike it.

“I like it when you’re like this,” Kayde admits, getting to his knees and dragging his fingers along the path of his tongue. Without warning he shoves two into me, causing me to choke on a gasp as I try not to make noise. But my hand flies to my mouth, and I bite down on my wrist, eyes wide and on his as I try not to shriek. It’s not too much, exactly. The stretch is pleasurable, though it burns as he fucks me with his fingers without being that gentle.

But I don’t hate this either, and that’s such a problem.

“Look at you, already greedy for my fingers. Poor little baby, were you waiting for this? Were you just waiting for me to come here and fuck you? Too bad this is the last night of our game, hmm? I’d love to see just how easy it would be to keep you wet and needy for me all day long. Do you think I could? Think I could have you so turned on that I could just grab you whenever and wherever, shove my cock into your pretty pussy, and breed you full of my cum?” His words are hot and sharp, and I can feel his eyes on my face as I writhe from them and his fingers.

I’m definitely going to die from this. From something Kayde-related. That’s turning into a sure fact.

“I…” I know he wants a reply. I know he wants something from me. But my brain seems to be short circuiting again, and I can barely remember where I am, let alone what he’s asking me. My mind is too foggy, too hazy, and too fixated on the movement of his fingers between my thighs.