“Mmm,” I hear Kayne moan. I crack open my eyes just as he bites the last bit of the dark-red fruit. “You’re sweeter than whipped cream.” He licks his fingers, then plucks me up from the ground and straddles me on his lap. “Feel better?” He nudges my cheek with his nose and grinds his erection between my legs.
“Honestly? No,” I laugh. “I could use ten more of those.”
“Good.” Kayne slams both of his hands on my bare ass and I jump like a spooked cat. I’m still unbearably sensitive. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” He kisses me hard, spearing his tongue into my mouth and my arousal begins a countdown to launch.
“Go—” He starts to order me, but we’re interrupted by someone banging on the front door. Oh no, not again.
“Kayne!” We hear Jett’s voice. “Kayne, come on, man! Open up!”
“Shit,” Kayne mutters. “Next time, I’m taking you to a private island with no neighbors, no doors, and no interruptions.”
I giggle. “I’m in.”
“You don’t have a choice.” He yanks on my chain.
“Kayne!” Jett bangs again.
“Coming!” he barks so loud, I jolt. Jeez, he can be scary in so many different ways.
“Sorry.” He kisses me softly. “Go inside and clean up, then wait for me bent over the side of the bed.” He threads his fingers into the underside of my hair and grips tightly. “I want your ass, Ellie.” Then he kisses me again, deep and hard, and my body responds without delay.
“KAYNE!” Jett’s voice breaks us from our kiss.
“Go.” He spanks me with blatant irritation. I slide off him quickly and scurry into the bedroom. “Jett, this better be important or I’m going to rearrange your face.” I hear Kayne yell from somewhere inside the bungalow.
I quickly wipe off the cum dripping down the inside of my leg with a damp washcloth, then position myself exactly the way Kayne wants me—bent over with my ass in the air and my hands placed firmly on the mattress. I shake, still wanton with need and slightly distressed. I know what’s coming, and it’s going to hurt just as much as it’s going to be pleasurable.
“Fine,” I hear Kayne say loudly, and Jett laughs.
I can’t imagine what they’re talking about. A minute later, Kayne walks into the bedroom. I’m facing the headboard so I have to look slightly over my shoulder to see him.
“Damn.” He slows his pace as he walks over to me.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Fine,” Kayne answers oblivious, solely fixated on my bare, wide open ass.
“What did he want?”
“Nothing.” He caresses my left butt cheek. “We can talk about it later.” He squeezes, and I wince.
“Jesus, Ellie. You don’t know how many times I dreamed about you just like this.” He runs his finger along my ass crack, putting slight pressure against my hole. I hold my breath.
“Ellie, I love you.” It’s a statement, like a reassurance.
“I know.” I peer at him.
“Good. Because this is going to be intense. It’s going to hurt, and I’m going to like it.” He stares at me with manic lust.
Oh, shit.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Cupcake,” I automatically answer.
“Good girl. Stay.” He walks into the bathroom, and a few seconds later, returns with what I recognize as a very tiny bottle of lubricant. In that small fraction of time my anxiety has spiked through the roof.
“Another thing you never leave home without?” I ask shakily.
