Liar madison kate 2, p.16
LIAR: MADISON KATE #2, page 16
"Well," he murmured as he rolled the condom down his considerable length, and I tried to close my unhinged jaw, "that would only make one of us. Dry, I mean."
He teased me, rubbing his tip down the length of my decidedly not dry pussy until I growled with frustration and grabbed him.
"Kodiak, I'm not in the fucking mood for games. You're either sticking this in me, or I'm going back upstairs to finish myself off. Make a decision. Quickly."
He didn't need to be told again. In roughly a nanosecond, he thrust into me, and I gasped at the slight sting of his girth. I wanted to smack the cocky smirk off his face as he pulled out and pumped back in, hitting me deeper this time. But I also desperately wanted him to fuck the daylights out of me.
"Kody," I moaned, and he pushed into me for a third time, finally making it all the way inside and pausing a second.
He huffed a satisfied laugh against my neck as he trailed hot kisses along my skin. "Is that what you wanted, beautiful?"
"More," I moaned. "Fuck me hard, Kodiak Jones."
"As if I could deny you anything you wanted, Madison Kate," he murmured back, his voice dropping the arrogant amusement for a second. "Especially when you ask so nicely." There it was, back again.
I was past caring, though. All I wanted, all I could focus on, was chasing down that orgasm by way of Kody's huge, rock-hard cock buried inside my cunt.
He did as he was told, though, and braced his hands on my waist while he started to move, fucking me hard enough I had to hold onto his neck. Otherwise, I might have ended up halfway across the damn countertop.
"Holy shit, MK," he gasped against my lips after I kissed him again, all rough and savage. "Holy fucking shit. You feel so good. So damn tight." He thrust into me a couple more times, groaning as he demonstrated his own point.
I was past the point of coherent speech, though. The level of head-spinning, sweat-dripping arousal I was at, I feared all my words would come out in a slurred mess like I'd just downed a gallon of vodka. Instead, I just arched my back and bucked my hips into his, encouraging him to hit me at a different angle.
I was so close. So fucking close.
"Lean back," Kody told me, pushing a less-than-gentle hand in the center of my chest. I obliged, though, hissing when the cold marble touched my bare back. It was a necessary evil, though, and one I was quickly rewarded for. With my back flat on the counter top, Kody hooked his hands under my thighs, hauling me closer to him and slamming his dick even deeper than he'd been before.
I cried out, but he was just getting started. His strong grip spread me wide and held me firm as he pounded into my cunt exactly like I'd been wanting. Holy, ever-loving fuck, yes! His cock was hitting me in exactly the right spot, and my breathing spiked sharply as my orgasm built like a tsunami.
My back arched, and I rolled my head back on the counter, feeling my hair spilling around me like some kind of gloriously pornographic mermaid. Then something caught my eye.
A flicker of movement. A shadow out of place.
For a split second, my heart seized with panic, convinced it was my stalker watching from the darkness of the corridor. But then the figure shifted further into the light of the kitchen, and my heart thumped back to life. Harder, even, than it had been before.
And so it should. The raw shock on Archer's handsome face was better than I could have hoped for.
I expected him to make a scene. To yell at us and get all fired up with piss and vinegar and ultimately cheat me of what was promising to be a glorious climax. But he surprised me, for once.
He didn't shout and scream. He didn't throw insults. He just stood there, transfixed.
"Shit," Kody cursed, clearly seeing Archer as well. "Fuck right off, dude," he snapped with pure venom.
Archer's gaze snapped up from me to his friend, and his scowl darkened. But he didn't argue, just stalked across the kitchen to grab his protein powder and shaker.
Kody paused, looking down at me with a pained expression. He was balls deep in me, with his hands pinning my legs open and my breasts on full display, but the message in his eyes was clear.
Fuck that, though.
"Don't you dare stop," I ordered him with a clear threat in my tone.
Kody huffed a short laugh, almost disbelieving, but started moving again. He was going slower, though, grinding into me with torturous thrusts that scraped across my G-spot and left me whimpering for more.
Archer's eyes were on me. I could feel them like a physical touch as he raked his gaze all over my naked body, yet I wasn't running and hiding. Damn my messed-up, bad-boy complex, I liked him watching. Watching and knowing I was never, ever, not until hell froze over, going to ride his cock like this.
I turned my head slightly, meeting his eyes across the kitchen and licking my lips. Yep. I was that level of fucked up.
His ice-blue eyes flared with heat, then his brow creased with anger. Somehow, he knew exactly what message I was sending, and it pissed him right the fuck off.
He slammed his protein shaker back onto the counter and stalked out of the kitchen the way he'd come, fading back into the shadows of the corridor to the gym, and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my throat.
"I don't know whether I'm more pissed off that I lost your undivided attention for a moment there," Kody commented in a husky, sex-filled voice as his hand shifted from my thigh to my cunt, found my clit, and circled it with his index finger, "or turned the fuck on that you like to be watched. Or both."
I gave him a small shrug, wetting my lips again. All the panting and moaning was drying my mouth out something fierce. "Dealer’s choice," I replied, somewhat out of breath, "but if you settle on pissed off, can you do it after I come? 'Cause I'm right fucking there, Kody."
He let out a feral sort of growl and picked up his pace. "Well, then fucking hell, babe. Do it. I want to feel you coming on my cock so hard you see stars." To drive his point home, he flicked my clit and thrust deep inside me, and I was a goner.
Screaming my release, I tossed my head back and arched my spine, thrashing and writhing on his dick as my cunt pulsed with each wave of pleasure.
Kody cursed and leaned over me, his hand braced against the marble as he finished a few moments later, his dick twitching and pulsing inside me as I shuddered through the aftershocks of my own orgasm.
For a second, neither of us moved and the only sound in the kitchen was the harmony of our ragged breathing. Then Kody raised his head and blinked at me a couple of times.
"You still angry at me, babe?"
I narrowed my eyes, which was the best I could do while all my bones were still jelly. "Furious," I replied honestly.
Kody's lips twitched in a smile. "Good." He stood up with a groan, stepping out from between my legs and deftly disposing of the used condom.
"Good?" I repeated as I sat up with maximum effort and eyed him suspiciously. "Why do I feel like you're up to something?"
"Because I am," he replied, then grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his shoulder. "I want to drag a few more orgasms out of you while that rage is still burning hot. After all, you did tell me to bring my A game."
I shrieked a half-assed protest, but he shut me up with a slap to my bare ass. And not a playful one, either. A full-palmed, stinging slap that made me groan and squirm in his grip as he carried me upstairs. Something he didn't fail to notice, either.
"Oh, babe. We need to fight more often," he commented with a snicker as he shoved his door open. After he entered the room with me still draped over his shoulder like a naked, soaking wet trophy, he toed the door closed and dropped me onto his bed. His mouth was on my cunt before the door even fully clicked shut.
This time when I came, my attention was all on Kody, rather than on the ice-blue eyes that had just watched me fall apart from the shadows.
20
Somehow, I slept. It wasn't long, maybe only half an hour, but thanks to my utter, bone-shaking exhaustion—courtesy of Kody seriously bringing his A game—that short nap was more restful than a whole night of restlessness.
I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, curled up in Kody's warmth while I ignored how badly he'd pissed me off. But I had exams to tank and reality to face.
Groaning and cursing, I dragged my ass out of Kody's bed and winced as I dragged one of his hoodies over my aching body. It was a delicious sort of ache, though, one that made me grin at the memory of how each pain had been earned. Angry fucking was a dangerous sport, but I'd happily wear the consequences.
Kody mumbled something into his pillow, then shifted his face slightly to the side and cracked an eyelid at me.
"What?" I asked, wrinkling my nose as I hunted for my panties, then remembered they were probably still in the kitchen.
"I said," he replied, his voice thick with sleep, "are you still mad at me?"
I released a long sigh. "Yes."
A sly grin spread across his lips, and he snaked a hand out of the covers, reaching for me. I dodged out of the way, though, and scowled. "Nice try, Kodiak. I've got my psych exam this morning."
He lifted his head from the pillow just enough to give me a rumpled look of disbelief and confusion. "You're still going to your exam?"
I frowned back at him, folding my arms and tucking my hands into the long sleeves of his hoodie. "Uh, yeah. I don't intend to fail so soon, and I don't exactly have any good reason to ask for an exemption."
"But you were assaulted yesterday and you haven't slept. You can't seriously—"
"Don't underestimate me, Kodiak Jones," I replied with a confident grin. "I do some of my best work under pressure."
His brows hitched. "Don't I know it."
Rolling my eyes, I started to leave his room, then paused. He was lying flat on his stomach, his arm curled around the pillow and his lids slitted as he watched me like a hungry predator. There was a noticeable chill to the air again—someone must have turned the heating off—which gave me an idea.
I grabbed the corner of Kody's comforter and yanked it off him, chucking it across the room. His howl of protest followed me as I raced back to my own room, and I chuckled to myself as I turned on my shower. It took a few moments for the water to heat up, then I quickly stripped Kody's hoodie off and jumped under the warm spray.
I'd caught sight of the time on Kody's bedside clock, so I knew I had a few minutes on my hands—enough for a proper shower, anyway, which was good. Early-morning-slash-middle-of-the-night self-defense training followed by several hours of sex didn't leave a girl at her freshest, that was for damn sure.
Humming under my breath, I went through the motions of scrubbing, shaving, and shampooing. It was as I rinsed my color-depositing pink shampoo out that the shower door opened and an extra pair of hands slipped across my soapy midsection.
"What do you think you're doing, Kodiak?" I murmured, not bothering to open my eyes. I knew it was him. He had a certain presence about him, a confidence in the way he touched me. Also, Steele was covered in bandages, and I seriously doubted Archer would be slipping into the shower with me.
"Your shower looked warmer than ours," he replied with an amused edge to his voice. His palms caressed my slippery body, and I let him back me against the tiled wall of the shower. I shivered at the cold tiles touching my shower-warmed skin, but didn't object. How could I when Kodiak freaking Jones in all his naked glory was pressed up against me with his hands on my tits?
His head dipped, his lips seeking mine, but I turned my face away and bit back a smile.
"I wasn't done," I told him, fighting to keep my tone from sounding too damn playful. I hadn't forgotten or forgiven Archer's little revelation... even if I did believe Bree's theory that they were just trying to keep me safe from stalkers and killers. Kody still needed to atone, and I had no intention of going easy on him.
Then again, I was quickly coming around to his offer of penance by orgasms.
"Good, let me help," he offered, skimming his hands down my sides and grabbing at my hips. His gaze was full to overflowing with raw, naked desire, and it made me want to jump him and tell my exams to go fuck themselves. But, nope. My education wasn't going to take a backseat to dick. No matter how great the dick was.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I shook my head and reached for my conditioner. "If you think we're going to fuck right now, you're wrong. My exam starts in just over an hour, and I still need coffee. Lots of coffee."
He swiped the conditioner from my hand and squeezed out a dollop into his palm. "Well, good thing I just heard that SGU campus is closed today due to snow and all exams have been postponed."
My brows shot up. "What?"
"Turn around," he told me, indicating for me to face the wall. I did as I was told and tried really hard to contain my groan as he worked the conditioner into my lengths. "Turns out the snow fell pretty thick overnight. The snow plows are all out across the city clearing streets, but unfortunately the area around SGU won't be touched until later this afternoon."
My back was to him, so I allowed myself a grin. "Kody, did you have anything to do with that?"
"Babe," he replied, sounding offended. Fake offended. "I'm flattered you think I have that kind of sway with people in positions of power." His fingers worked the conditioner into my hair, and I couldn't fight the breathy moan as he massaged my scalp. My knees wobbled, and I needed to brace my hands against the wall to keep from collapsing into a puddle and disappearing down the drain.
He tugged me back into the shower spray and ran his fingers through my hair until it was all rinsed out, then claimed my lips in a heated kiss that left my whole body quivering with need.
"Did you come here to shower or to fuck?" I taunted him when his lips left mine for a moment, and he let out a dark chuckle.
He smacked another quick kiss against my lips, then released me to reach for my shampoo. "Both," he replied with a cocky grin. "Can't I fuck you while I shower?"
I grinned, hoping he'd think the evil edge to my smile was all sexual. He held my gaze as he lathered up his hair, and I bit my lip. "I guess we'll soon find out." As soon as his hair was thick with suds, I reached for him.
"Fuck, MK," he hissed crowding me back against the wall and skimming his soapy hands over my body. "I think Steele was onto something when he used your shower. There must be something in your water..." He trailed off with a groan as my hand pumped his hard shaft, working him over and grinning like a maniac.
"Shit," he cursed on an exhale, snatching my hands away and pinning my wrists to the shower wall above my head. "You're fucking trouble, babe."
I craned my neck up, rising on my toes so I could kiss him without needing my wrists freed. There was something disturbingly sexy about being at his mercy, so I wasn't demanding my freedom any time soon. Instead, I just pulled him into a searing, soul deep kiss. I arched my back, pushing my chest out so that my nipples grazed his skin, and he snapped.
A bare split second later, his hands were under my thighs. He hoisted me up against the shower wall, and his cock found my core with scary precision. I let out a gasp of surprise, but instead of stopping him, I grabbed his face between my palms and kissed him hard as he sunk into me.
I groaned into his mouth as his full length rested inside me, but he tensed and broke his lips from mine.
"Baby girl, I can't believe I'm even saying this, but..." His words trailed off as I nipped his earlobe between my teeth and ground my hips against him, silently pleading for him to move. To fuck me.
"Shit, MK," Kody exclaimed on a heavy exhale. "The condoms in the kitchen were a lucky fluke. I don't suppose you have any hiding behind the soap?"
I froze. Crap.
But then... "I've got an IUD," I told him, panting lightly and trying really, really hard not to squirm. But what's a girl to do when she's pinned to her shower wall with a gloriously large dick inside of her?
Kody's eyes flashed with excitement, and I narrowed my own at him.
"If you've given me a disease, though, there's going to be hell to pay." I dug my nails into his neck a little, just to drive my point home, and he smirked.
He took his time kissing me, torturing me by not moving his dick, even when I whimpered a protest and bucked my hips in desperation.
"I promise, I'm totally clean," he murmured when he eventually released my lips, "and you have no fucking idea how good you feel right now." He sucked in a long breath through his teeth, his gaze dropping between us as he shifted his stance. Benefits to fucking such buff dudes? He held me there against the wall with seemingly little effort at all.
I licked my lips, my hands clinging onto his strong neck as he pressed me harder against the wall and withdrew from my cunt slightly. "Kody," I breathed, my voice dripping with desperation, "either make me come or get the fuck out. The water will run cold soon."
He huffed a laugh, then bit the bend of my neck with enough teeth to make it a threat but light enough not to break skin. Just. "I love when you get all sappy romantic like that, MK," he teased me. "It's easily one of my favorite things about you."
I growled low in my throat, pulling him tighter to me. "Kody..." It was a groan of pure frustration, and he snickered.
"Calm down, baby girl," he murmured. "I've got you."
He really fucking did.
When he quit with the teasing bullshit and actually went to town on me, I almost regretted taunting him. Almost. Mostly I was giving myself mental high fives for not icing him out just because I was pissed off. A little anger just flavored the sex to something crazy delicious.
At some stage—I'd lost all concept of time—Kody shifted his grip, holding me up with just one arm. His free hand snaked between us, finding my clit and tweaking it with utter perfection as he fucked me into the shower tiles.
When I came, it was the blissful, explosive sort of climax where my vision went spotty and my hearing dipped out for a second. I clawed at Kody's back as I rode out the aftershocks on his cock, grinding my pussy against him and urging him to come with me.
He grunted, bucking his hips hard enough to bruise, and came in three deep thrusts punctuated with whispered curses and kisses.
