Chapter 188 Out of control

Chapter 188 Out of control
We stumble backward through the bedroom, my hands gripping his hips, guiding him toward the mattress. But Kaden pivots us at the last second, pushing back until the back of my knees hit the edge of the leather bench at the foot of the bed. I sink down next to his bag, my head tilting back as he drops between my thighs.
His fingers are fast, almost impatient, as he works my belt loose and unbuttons my trousers, freeing my cock. I'm already thumping hard, aching with a heavy, restless weight, and the second his warm palm wraps around the length and strokes down, a white-hot surge of heat flares straight up my spine.
"Kaden—"
He doesn't wait. He drops fully to his knees on the floor, consumed by this sudden, frantic energy. He looks up at me for a fraction of a second....hazel eyes blown wide, practically glowing in the light, before he leans in and takes me deep into his hot mouth.
"Fuck," I hiss out, my entire body locking up instantly.
It’s wild, completely reckless. There's a raw desperation in the way he works me, his mouth suctioning slick and tight while one of his hands strokes up my chest, fisting violently into the fabric of my dress shirt. His other hand wraps around the base, stroking in a hard, rhythmic pump that threatens to milk me completely dry before we've even properly started.
"Kaden...." I rasp out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling gently in an effort to slow his pace. I had every intention of drawing this out, of taking my time with him until sunrise, but the urgency of his mouth is pushing the pressure in my gut into an agonizing, explosive peak.
He ignores me entirely.
Instead, he takes a deeper slide, his throat working over the head of my cock as his fingers tighten in my shirt. A ragged groan breaks from my chest, my grip in his hair shifting from a gentle pull to holding him firmly against me as I lose control of my own rhythm, hips lifting off the leather to meet every fierce, unyielding stroke of his mouth.
He takes me so deep into his throat that he makes a wet, choked sound. The sensation hits me like a live wire, a surge of intense, blinding pleasure that rattles straight down my spine.
"Jesus....stop for a second," I gasp out, my head snapping back. I try one more time to gently pull him up by his hair, just enough for both of us to catch our fucking breath before I completely lose it.
Instead of yielding, Kaden reaches up, his fingers clamping like vice grips around my wrist, and yanks my hand off his head. He forcefully pushes my arm back. I give up and throw my head back, surrendering completely, letting him have his way with me.
He certainly takes it.
I open my eyes, watching through a heavy haze of lust as he pulls back just enough to free my cock, the slick skin glistening in the faint light. He licks a slow, agonizing path up the underside from the base to the top, before his mouth closes over the head again. He does that lethal thing with his tongue around the tip, a move so ungodly precise it makes my thighs twitch and my hips lift helplessly off the seat.
He breaks away for a fraction of a second, breathing hard, his lips slick and swollen as he looks up at me with unhinged intent.
"I almost walked out mid-shift tonight," he mutters, his voice raspy as he strokes me hard. "I was dying to feel your cock hit the back of my throat. But I couldn't think of a way to tell Ava I was taking a break just to come swallow every drop you have."
Before I can even process the words spilling from his mouth, he buries his face back down, taking me all the way to the root in one fluid, ruthless plunge.
I lean back against the bed, my hands gripping the edge so hard my knuckles turn white, utterly incapable of tearing my eyes away from him. The pleasure is a blinding tide that tempts me to close my eyes and surrender to it, but I force them to stay open.
I’d rather savor this... I’d rather savor him.
As if he can feel the weight of my stare, Kaden lifts his head just enough to lock his blown-out eyes onto mine. In that exact second, if someone had asked me my own name, I wouldn't have been able to give it to them. Every thought, every shred of my hard-won control is completely wiped clean.
His throat stretches to accommodate every inch. Then he wraps his fingers firmly around the base of my cock and my balls, squeezing with just enough pressure to send me straight over the edge.
"Fuck—"
A fractured curse rips from my chest as I completely lose it. I buckle into his mouth, my hands dropping to tangle helplessly in his dark hair as I shoot hard down his throat. Kaden doesn't flinch. He holds me tight against his face, his throat working in steady gulps as he drinks down every last drop I have to give, his eyes never leaving mine until I'm entirely emptied out.
I slump back against the covers, my chest heaving as I fight to get my lungs to work properly again. My skin is burning, every nerve ending buzzing. Kaden slowly rises, his lips glistening and his eyes heavy with unspent heat. He leans over me, capturing my mouth in a deep, wanton kiss, tasting completely like me.
"You're out of control," I mutter against his mouth mid-kiss, my voice raw and gravelly.
He smirks against my lips. "And you love it."
His fingers fly to the remaining buttons of my dress shirt, flicking them open with practiced speed before he parts the fabric and trails a path of hot, demanding kisses down the center of my chest. I can feel that frantic, electric energy surging right back up in him, making his movements restless and unpredictable.
Before he can completely run away with it, I sit up, taking his hips and forcing him to stand. He stays flush against me, his hands planting heavily on my shoulders as he shoves the shirt off my arms, letting it drop to the floor.
My eyes immediately flicker to the trail of scattered clothing....my jacket, my tie, his own jacket...strewn haphazardly across the floor. The urge to pick them up and put them where they belong twitches at the back of my brain. I force myself to snap my focus straight back to Kaden before the impulse takes over.
I stand up, immediately towering over him. Reaching out, I hook my fingers into the scoop neck of his tank top, giving it a firm tug to make my point clear.
Kaden takes a slow step back, his gaze pinning me in place as he grabs the hem of his tank top and yanks it over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside.
I quickly strip off the rest of my clothes, kicking my trousers out of the way. The second I'm bare, Kaden closes the distance again, practically throwing himself back into my space.
I reach out, wrapping my palm around the front of his neck...gently, but with enough weight to hold him still.
"Easy," I say softly, my thumb resting over his pulsing vein. "What's the rush?" I let my gaze sweep slowly over his exposed torso before bringing my eyes back to his. "I haven't even gotten a good look at you yet."