Page 137 of Stay Scared

He wants more. Every part of him makes that obvious, but he waits for me to decide what more means.

I pull my shirt over my head.

Cade looks down; his attention drags over my bra, my stomach, the bruises along my skin.

His hand flexes at my waist.

I take his wrist and put his palm over my breast.

His breath breaks.

My other hand finds the front of his jeans, and Cade tips his head back slightly when I open them.

I push him onto the bench, then straddle him.

My wrists are free now.

His hands settle on my hips. The pressure is almost bruising, but his eyes stay on my face.

“Come here.”

Cade catches the back of my neck and drags my mouth onto his.

I guide his hard dick inside me. A feeling I’ve missed more than I care to admit. The first stretch pulls a broken sound from his chest. His fingers dig harder into my hips as I lower myself.

I take his jaw in one hand. “Eyes on me.”

Cade stares back.

The mask is gone.

“Keep them there.”

I start to ride him, moving my hips back and forth, letting him know that this is for my pleasure. The bench beneath us knocks against the wall. Cade meets me immediately, his body trying to drive upward before he checks the motion.

I tighten my hand on his jaw. “Follow me.”

His nostrils flare, unwilling to give up full control, then he does. I set the rhythm, and Cade takes it. His hands stay brutal on my hips while the rest of him obeys the pace I choose. The contrast sends heat ripping through me.

I ride him harder.

Cade curses into my mouth. His hand slides up my back and spreads between my shoulder blades. The other remains locked around my hip.

I want the pressure and the strength beneath me. I want him hungry enough to take over and disciplined enough to leave the decision with me.

His mouth finds my breast; teeth graze my nipples.

I seize his hair. “Do that again.”

Cade bites harder. The bench beneath us strikes the wall. My walls tighten around him, and his eyes close.

I catch his jaw. “Look at me.”

They open immediately; his pupils are dark and wide. Sweat has gathered along his hairline. His mouth is swollen from mine, and his hands shake where they hold me.

I move faster, chasing my release. Cade’s grip bites into my hip, but he stays beneath me.

When I catch one of his hands and drag it between us, he understands, and he uses his thumb to work my clit, playing my body exactly how he knows to do.