Hazed (Palm South University)

I nod.

“But it’s been a month, Jess. And the last time we talked, you said…” He swallows, and then laughs, shaking his head at himself. “God, I sound like such a pussy.”

“You don’t,” I insist, and I cross the last bit of space between us, sliding my arms around him and clasping my hands behind his back. “I said I wanted to keep dating, that I wanted to see where this was going.”

Kade frowns. “And do you still mean it?”

Something between a laugh and a gasp comes from my lips, and I pull him in closer. “Of course, I do.”

Kade sighs with relief, and it’s like that finally gives him the green light to hold me in return. His arms fold around me, and he drops his forehead to mine. “Thank God. I thought for sure I was walking into a breakup.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” I shake my head. “I’m still… processing. Okay? And I won’t lie, I’m kind of a hot mess right now. But, as long as you’re willing to be patient with me,” I say, lifting my gaze to his. “I still want to be with you.”

“I’ll be the most patient motherfucker who ever lived.”

His lips are on mine in the next breath, hard and demanding, his arms tightening around my waist. Every other thought, every other thing that needs to be discussed is gone in an instant, and I pull him in even more, moaning at the feeling of his kiss after so long.

“God, Jess, I’m already rock hard,” he breathes against my mouth, pulling my hips against his pelvis so I can feel him. “I need to be inside you.”

I gasp as he bites hard on my bottom lip, and then I’m in his arms, being carried blindly across the living room. It’s a good thing Erin and Ashlei aren’t home, because I have full faith we aren’t making it back to my room.

Kade slams my back against one of the windows, dropping my legs to the floor only long enough to forcefully rip my leggings down to my knees. They hold tight there, though, the traitorous bastards, and Kade is so frustrated with waiting that he growls and slips his hand between my thighs instead of trying to work them down more.

The second his fingers slip between my already-wet lips, I arch off the glass and into the touch.

“Fuck,” I groan, and Kade bites and kisses down my neck, sliding his fingers in more until the tips of them tease my entrance.

“There are so many things I want to do to you right now,” he whispers between kisses. “I want you sitting on my face. I want to ram my cock down your throat until you gag.”

A shock zips through me, and I shiver when he grazes my clit.

“I want to take my time tasting every inch of you. But all that will have to wait,” he says, and then he grabs my hips and spins me until my hands flatten against the cool glass. “Because right now,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard and come fast, so you better do the same.”

He grabs my ponytail then, yanking hard until I have no choice but to arch and stay still. I want to moan. I want to say yes. But the way he’s holding me, I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

All I can do is wait.

I wait as he fumbles with his belt. I wait as he works the button and zipper of his jeans with one hand. I wait as he runs his fingers along my ass crack and slips one inside my pussy, just to make sure I’m wet and ready.

As if that was an actual question.

And once he confirms his suspicion, he releases my hair just enough to let me breathe, to let me moan, to let me prepare.

Then, he fills me like a flash flood, wiping everything else away.

The first thrust is to the hilt, and his cock stretches my pussy that’s been empty for the past month in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I gasp at the feel of it, and when he withdraws and slams into me again, I can already feel my orgasm ready to explode.

“Goddamn,” he breathes, slowing his pace. He pulls all the way out, and I know without even turning to look that he’s looking down at where my wetness coats him, at where every inch of him glides in and out of me with ease. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I thought you said you were going to fuck me hard and come fast?”

A growl rips from Kade’s throat, and then he drops his hold on my hair so that both his hands can grip my hips.

And it’s all I can do to hold onto that glass and keep my knees from giving out.