Sliding off her panties, I cupped my hands under her ass to protect her delicate skin from the rough ground. She can be as tough as she wants, but she was still human, and I’d protect her as much as she’d allow me to. Her perfect pink pussy glistened with her arousal in the sunlight, and despite the warmth, she trembled, jumping and shrieking when I ran my tongue between her lips.
She tasted so fucking good.
Nikki’s thighs clamped around my head as I shoved my tongue into her pussy, nuzzling the soft nest of pubic hair with my nose before moving up and licking at her clit. Her grip on my hair was painful as she tugged me closer, pulling me into her while I licked and sucked, bringing her closer to the edge. I wanted to bring Nikki there, but I didn’t want this to end, and all too soon she screamed out my name as she came with a flush over my lips and face, dripping down over my fingers.
Nikki was already grabbing at my arms and shoulders as her orgasm ebbed, and I moved over her, ready to claim her as mine. There were no words, no apologies or explanations, only the heat between us as I fumbled with my pants, freeing my cock before penetrating her, making Nikki cry out as I fully embedded myself in her slick warmth. Cradling Nikki against me, I protected her from the ground as much as I could. When she squeaked after a particularly rough thrust and was pushed painfully against a concrete edging, I picked her up with me and flipped over, sat on top of her father’s grave, and pulled Nikki down onto my waiting cock.
She screamed, and her pussy clamped around me as my fingers dug into her hips. Leaning over me, she gripped the headstone as she rode me. She was wild, a demon unto herself, taking control and fucking down onto me. I didn’t care that my thighs and ass were getting grazed and cut, the sweet pain only making the ecstasy of Nikki’s hot cunt around my cock more intense.
Too soon I felt my release building, but I didn’t want it to end. There was a finality in the air, a desperation to her movements, the way she ground and bounced against me. A violence and roughness to the touch that was an exacerbated version of who she is. Her eyes were closed, her mind full of too many betrayals and truths even I couldn’t take away.
I needed to bring her to the edge with me.
Reaching between us, I flicked my finger across her clit, and her eyes snapped open, heavy with lust and pleasure, and lost in the moment. I found the perfect spot, rubbing in small tight circles until she was panting, her nails scraping against the stone of the grave behind my back as she brought herself off as well as me.
We came together, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine, not ready to let her go.
NIKKI
Cade’s hold on me was almost painful, crushing my chest against his as a cool breeze licked at us.
Oh my God, we’d just had sex in a fucking graveyard.
What was I thinking?I wasn’t, and that was the point. There was too much to think about, and I simply didn’t want to think anymore. The chemistry between Cade and me pulled us together again, and I didn’t want to fight it. Everything in my mind could wait because if this release could free me for even a short while, then I’d take it.
Cade’s cock inside me was ecstasy, and he took me hard and fast before letting me ride him with the same vigor. There was nothing else even close to how he made me feel, and his hard chest pressing against my exposed breasts and my nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt was simply another sensation that drove me over the edge.
But as my high seeped away, all the thoughts returned,stronger and more persistent than before. I couldn’t fuck away my problems, but it was worth a shot.
Lifting myself from Cade, his fingers tightened on my waist before he let me go, and I moved to collect my discarded clothes and cover up. Somehow, we’d not been caught, or perhaps if anyone had seen us, they’d decided they would rather not interrupt daylight fucking in a graveyard. Cade was watching me, his dark eyes following my movements until I stood in front of him, and he looked up at me. He was sitting in my shadow, the sun directly behind me so if I moved slightly to the side, he’d be temporarily blinded by the light, but he didn’t look away, holding my gaze and evidently seeing nothing but me. After a moment, he pulled his pants up and covered himself. Here with the sunlight blazing down on both of us and without the distraction of the feel of his naked body under my hands and between my thighs, the moment we’d shared before was shattered.
Cade stood, and when he moved to embrace me, I stepped away from him. Something passed over his eyes, a darkness I had only seen in the moments before he fucked me, but then it was gone and replaced with the familiar pain behind his expression.
“How did you know my father?” I asked. I should have seen it the first time we came here, something like guilt had passed across his face when he had seen the picture on the gravestone, and naïvely, I assumed his guilt was because of my grieving because he didn’t want me to hurt. What a joke.
Cade’s jaw tensed as he gritted his teeth, but he said nothing for a moment, frowning as I crossed my arms over my chest. When he finally spoke up, and all he said was my name, I held up a hand.
“I don’t want to hear excuses, Cade. I want the truth. Did you work together?”
Another pause, hesitation. Did he not feel he owed me the complete truth? “No.”
“What then?”
“Nikki—”
“Cade!” I threw my arms up, and he flinched. “Tell me the fucking truth.”
“I can’t.”
My jaw dropped. “I’m sorry,what?”
There was only sympathy on his face now, and I hated it. I didn’t want him to feelsorryfor me. I wanted him to tell me the truth, the full truth, and nothing but so I could finally move on with my life. Because now I had spentyearssearching for answers and found only more questions, and the man who could answer them for me stood right in front of me, feet planted firmly on top of dear old Dad’s grave, and he said hecouldn’ttell me.
“Can’t orwon’t?”I said.
Cade closed his eyes for a moment, and I firmly shoved down the part of me that felt sorry for him because whatever internal battle he was fighting at this moment was his fault and not my problem. “I can’t, Nikki. I’m sorry.”
“You know what, Cade?” I moved forward, diving my hand into his jacket while he held his hands up, letting me rummage through his pockets. Finding the truck keys, I pulled them out and with everything I had, threw them across the graveyard. “Fuck you!”
