Page 7 of Kayden: The Past
She didn’t speak but moved against my cock, fucking me, moving on her elbows. I met her thrusts, and my body bounced off her ass, allowing the speed to grow faster. I placed my hand on her bottom just above her ass. I rubbed my thumb against her asshole. It was so small, tight and forbidden. The pressure of my thumb increased, and I could feel her body adjust and relax to the sensation. I wanted to hook her, gain control of the situation and fill her up a little more, intensifying the pressure against my cock.
I slid my finger inside. “Ouch,” she moaned.
“Shh, baby. It’ll be good. Relax a little bit.” I stilled my finger inside her, allowing her body time to adjust as I continued to pound her pussy relentlessly. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, and I took it as the green light to move my thumb inside her. As my body slammed into her, it forced my thumb to go deeper.
“Oh God, yes.” Her face was sideways in the carpet with her eyes half open, rolled back in her head. I held her hip, gripping tightly as my orgasm neared. I dug my fingertips into her ass, thumb firmly rooted, and laid my body across her back. My fingers trailed a path across her body to her clit. I rubbed it in a circular motion, feeling her pussy contract around my cock. “Yes, fuck yes,” she wailed. I kept the pressure firm but not too hard as my balls tightened, and my cock grew harder at the peak of release. When her body grew slack from complete relaxation and ecstasy, I reached up and grabbed her hair. She was my captive in this moment and at my mercy. I fisted her hair and pulled her to me, bending her neck back, unable to see her face.
My release was so intense that my body shuddered and convulsed from the sensation. Drool dripped out of my mouth and onto her back, but I didn’t give a fuck at that moment. I rested my forehead against her spine and waited for my cock to stop twitching inside her tight post-orgasm core. Our bodies were both slick from sweat, and my skin glided across hers as I caught my breath.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” I said, kissing her spine.
“Mind-blowing,” she whispered into the carpet. I sat up and stared at her body as she lay there still with her ass in the air. I pulled my thumb out slowly. “Ouch,” she said.
“Sorry, babe. Did I hurt you?” I asked.
“Just for a second, but damn, that shit rocked my world. No one has ever done that to me before,” she said, wiping her lips as she pulled herself up on her elbow.
“Good, ‘cause I want to put more than my thumb in there.” I rubbed my palm across her ass, feeling the softness and a world of possibilities. “Now, go pick out my clothes,” I said as I smacked her ass.
“What if I don’t?” she asked.
“Then I’ll shove my cock in that tight, pretty asshole of yours.” I never saw a human move as quick, as she shot up from the carpet and was standing up within what seemed like a second.
“Fuck that. That shit is not fitting in there. Ever.” She started to walk away and pulled down her skirt, which had made its way up to her ribs during the floor pounding I just gave her.
“It will,” I said, smiling as she walked down the hallway toward my bedroom.
Bridget picked out a dress shirt, tie, and dress pants for me to wear to the party. The party wasn’t going to be a casual affair, then. It was best, though, since I was looking to impress her father and not look like I was heading out to fish for the day with the guys. Her parents’ home was large and sat in a very exclusive subdivision in the area. It was nothing like the home I grew up in as a child.
The large, grand staircase was the most noticeable structure when we entered the foyer—outlined in black wrought iron with an intricate design featuring an O at the center. The O was the first letter of the family name, and a sense of pride was evident. People were milling around drinking champagne while classical music filled the air. I instantly felt hot and uncomfortable. “Can I grab a drink?” I asked.
“Yeah sweetie, go on into the kitchen unless you want champagne.”
“I’ll go grab something else and come find you in a few minutes,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
“I’ll be out back. I’m sure that’s where my parents are. Let me go warm them up a bit.”
“Good idea. I’ll find you in a couple minutes.”
“Don’t be long,” she said as she walked away, slowly pulling away from my hands until only our fingertips touched. She hooked her fingertips with mine and gave me a smile before breaking the connection.
She turned around and walked away. I stood there watching her walk through the room and stop to greet and kiss various people.What the fuck am I doing here?I was so out of my league. I was a poor kid from a split family who worked as a salesman. She was a rich girl who wouldn’t get Daddy’s approval when it came to me.
I walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the hired help. They were filling champagne glasses and small silver trays with appetizers to hand out to the guests. “Where can I get a beer?” I asked.
The room went quiet as a number of people stopped what they were doing to look at me, to see who wanted a beer in this home filled with caviar dreams. “Beer?” one man asked.
“Yes, sir. Just a plain old beer.”
“Let me look for you, sir,” he responded and walked to the fridge, searching through the contents for my drink of choice.
“Ah, I found a couple tucked away in the back,” he said as his body became visible again from the other side of the door. He held out the beer for me, but I looked at it funny. It wasn’t a beer I had ever heard of before. I was used to Bud or Natty Light. It was an imported European beer with a name I couldn’t read or pronounce. “Let me get you a glass, sir. The family would frown upon you walking around, drinking out of a bottle.”
“Lord forbid.” I popped the top and took a large swig of the cool liquid. I was sure it was pricey, but it tasted like any other beer I’d ever had in my life. I just wanted something cool and wet, still thirsty from our earlier activities. I took the glass, emptying the contents of the bottle into the beautifully crafted silver vessel. At my mom’s, I’d be lucky to find a clean plastic cup with Batman half worn off to pour my drink into. “Thank you.”
I walked through the crowd and sipped my beer before finally finding my way to the backyard. I spotted Bridget with her parents, standing near the pool. She must have been talking about me by the posture of her father. I approached slowly, trying to overhear the conversation but not draw too much attention to myself.
“Daddy, this is Kayden,” she said, smiling and pointing in my direction as I approached. Her father hated me from the moment he laid eyes on me. He didn’t have to say the words, but I could tell by the way he looked at me. He studied my face before eyeing my outfit with critical eyes.
