Dirty Little Secrets(81)

I heard the sound of the cap on the lube bottle opening again, and another squirting sound. “Okay, Alix, turn over for me,” Kade said. “I want our first time for you to be able to look at me.”

I did as ordered, opening my eyes to see Kade’s cock, shiny and drippy with lube in his hand. I pulled my legs up as high and wide as I could, looking him in the eye. “It’s okay, Kade. I’m ready to ride the line.”

Kade nodded, his Adam’s apple rising and falling as he swallowed his emotions and placed the tip of his cock against my hole. “Princess.”

He pushed forward, and he was right, there was pain. White lighting of pain ripped through me, and I nearly cried out, biting back the cry only by sheer force of will. Kade pushed further in, and tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t take it anymore, he was too large, and I opened my mouth. “Tud . . . “

There are times, and Kade knows that line better than any person I sub for, that I’m quivering on the edge, pain and pleasure and everything mixing, and it’s powerful, more powerful than any drug you can think of. I’m like this far from saying our safe word, and then he rides that line right up until the point that my body explodes.

Rita’s words echoed through my brain, and my teeth clamped down. I willed myself to submit, to give myself totally to this man, and trust him with everything that I am.

Kade paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at me. “Alix?”

“Go on. I trust you.”

Kade slowed and pulled back, letting me adjust, then pushed forward again in slow, tiny little thrusts. I held on, my hands balling into the comforter underneath me, and I forced myself to look Kade in the eye. He was studying me intently, his eyes filled with love, concern, and yes, lust. He was pushing me, watching me ride the line truly for the first time.

As he did, the pain didn’t quite go away, but instead changed in flavor. I welcomed it, stopped fighting it, and let it come over me. Behind it I could sense the pleasure chasing after it, slower but deeper, more powerful, like the old story of the tortoise and the hare.

I’d never in my life to that point felt more accomplishment than when Kade’s hips nestled against mine, and his balls rested on my ass. Without a word, Kade pulled back, slowly pushing forward again, my ass loosening as the pain retreated, exhausted under the loving strokes of my Kade, unable to resist his will and mine. Instead, the pleasure grew within me, joining with my pride to propel me higher and higher.

Kade kept riding that line with me, his thrusts speeding up as the pain diminished and my pleasure grew. Soon, all I could feel was pleasure and the love in Kade’s eyes as he thrust in and out of my ass. I was building to another orgasm, and I could tell from the way he was shaking that he was closing in too. “Please, Kade, give it to me.”

“After you come,” he said, smiling. “I love you.”

We went faster and faster, our bodies joining in a way no other man ever had. When my ass tightened, I knew I could hold back no longer. “Kade, I’m coming!”

It was like Rita had promised. Riding the line, my body exploded, shaking and losing control. My fists beat at the bed spread and my head threw back, my throat working to find air but unable to draw breath. The sound of Kade grunting and coming sent me the rest of the way, cascading into unconsciousness, warm and secure.





Chapter 29





Kade




The next morning, I had to grin at Vince when I dropped Alix off with Rita at her apartment in Torrance. “You look like something the cat dragged in,” I said as he gingerly got behind the wheel. “And yet you also look like you’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah,” Vince said quietly. “In a heartbeat.”

We drove in silence toward Ventura County. “Where are we meeting these guys?” I asked.

“Near the Long Beach pier,” Vince said. “Kade, about last night, Rita told me . . . ”

“Forget it. Rita and I are done. Not that we ever had anything to begin with.”

Vince nodded, and for the rest of the drive, we specifically avoided either the subject of his budding relationship with Rita or the people we were going to meet. I was nervous enough with Vince’s idea without having to discuss the damn thing to death.

Calling it the Long Beach Pier is a bit of a misnomer. The entire Long Beach Port is pretty big. Cruise ships dock there all the time, so it isn’t like the other piers that dot the Los Angeles area coastline, simple things that jut into the water. Instead, it’s a true shipping complex, but there is one area, off Pier J, that has a fishing spot. This is where Vince and I went. It’s actually pretty ugly, very industrial with nothing but asphalt and steel around you, the air thick with the combined stench of burning fuels and the not so clean parts of the ocean. Why anyone would choose to fish there I have no idea.