Chapter 3: Rising Action
Emma's heart raced as Cade pressed her against the cool glass of her floor-to-ceiling windows in her living room, his body pinning hers to the slick surface. The city skyline sprawled out in front of them, glittering and alive with lights, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from Cade.
His hands roamed over her curves, possessive and hungry, as he nipped at her lips and whispered filthy things in her ear.
"You liked it when I slapped your ass in the bathroom, didn't you?" he growled, and Emma gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure.
"Yes," she moaned, writhing against him.
Cade's grip tightened, pulling her back against his hard cock. "Good girl," he purred, before kissing a trail down her neck.
Emma's body ached for him, her panties soaked with evidence of her desire for him. She had never felt this twisted before, this consumed, this desperate.
Emma's entire being vibrated with lust for him - Cade, who had completely taken control.
"Turn around," he commanded, his tone neither soft nor firm, but immediately authoritative. Emma obeyed, her heart beating wildly as Cade continued to unzip his pants and pull out his erection, hard and proud, pulsing with desire. His hand smacked her round ass again, leaving a thunderous echo ringing through the room. His large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto her tiptoes, and pressing her against the cold glass once more.
"Emma," Cade murmured huskily. But he didn't continue. He didn't need to. The way his eyes raked over her body made her heart thrum with anticipation, her body trembling against the glass. She licked her lips and turned around again, meeting his eyes.
"Cade," she purred back, running a finger down his chest. "What seems to be the problem?"
His lips kicked up in a knowing half-smile, as his eyes glanced towards her bed.
Despite the club's throbbing music, Emma could hear the rise and fall of his breathing, matching her own, growing ragged as the anticipation built between them.
"Sending me home, huh?" Cade growled, sliding his large hand across the softness of her arse, following the curve of her hips in a possessive caress.
"That's where I belong," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cade leered down at her. This was exactly the result he was aiming for. Emma was his.
Cade could read the desire in her eyes as she looked at him from beneath those long, dark lashes. She wanted him with an intensity that made his blood run hot.
Emma's heart raced as Cade's strong hands gripped her hips, turning her to face him. His piercing green eyes locked onto hers, desire and dominance swirling within their depths.
"Sit," he commanded, his voice deep and commanding.
Emma hesitated for a moment, unsure of what he meant. Then she realized what he wanted, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She was wearing a short skirt, and Cade wanted her to sit on his lap. She looked around the crowded club, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention.
Slowly, hesitantly, she lowered herself onto his lap, feeling his hardness pressing against her through their clothes. Cade's arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close as they moved together in time with the music.
His eyes trailed over her body, lingering on her tight jeans that hugged her hips and accentuated her curves. He could see the subtle outline of her ass through the denim, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to rip her jeans off and taste her flesh.
Emma felt a shiver run down her spine as Cade's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Without breaking their rhythm, Cade reached down and slid his hand beneath her skirt, finding the smooth skin of her thighs. He let his fingers drift upward, feeling the silky fabric of her panties against her. Emma gasped as he grazed her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
His fingers circled and teased, and she couldn't help but grind against him, seeking more friction. As the minutes passed, their movements became more urgent, their breaths coming in ragged pants. Cade's other hand moved up to her breast, roughly kneading the soft flesh before pinching her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Emma let out a low moan, her body trembling as she felt a surge of desire throbbing between her legs.
"Please, Cade," she begged, her voice low and needy.
"I want you inside me."
"What do you say, Emma?" he growled, his voice dripping with lust. "Do you want me to fuck you right here in the living room, with the whole city watching us?"
"Yes," she moaned, her entire body trembling with desire. "I don't care. I need to feel you inside me."
Cade didn't need any more prodding. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and yanked her panties down to her ankles.
She was slick and ready for him, her pussy pulsating with desire. She let out a gasp as he drove his huge cock inside her, filling her up, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
Cade held her tightly, his stronger muscles straining, his shaft plunging in and out of her, filling her up, making her feel alive.
His fingers were scraping her sensitive thighs, leaving red marks that she would feel later as he continued their fiery dance.
"God, Emma, you're so fucking tight," he groaned. Emma's body shuddered, waves of pleasure radiating through her, making her feeble protest fade away.
"Cade...oh god," she whimpered, biting her lower lip for control as his thrusts grew harder, more desperate, his pelvis slapping against her.