Our Secret To Keep.

Chapter Fifty-One - Why Do People Keep Ruining My Fun?

Blythe

Kade's warm lips on my neck and his hand sliding up my bare thigh wake me up. His morning eagerness presses into my ass. I moan and shift back to meet his excitement.

"Mmm, can I help you, sir? Did you not get enough last night?" I moan.

Kade's hand slides between my thighs. "I can never get enough of you, baby girl."

He moves his fingers over my folds, making me gasp and arch into his touch. He teases for a moment before slowly slipping two fingers into my pussy, prompting me to cry out. Kade's lips continue to trail over any part of my exposed skin he can reach. It heats beneath his touch, as it always does.

"Fuck, deeper," I beg.

"I love it when you beg for me, sweetheart," he groans, pressing his fingers deeper with each word until he can go no further.

"Oh God, yes." I pant.

Kade slaps my ass with his free hand. "Not God. You say my name when I am pleasuring you," he demands.

I whimper, tightening around his fingers. I love it when he talks to me like that. It is such a turn-on. "Yes, sir."

He growls in my ear. "Much better."

Kade speeds up his finger movements, working them in and out to bring me quickly to the edge.

"I am close, Kade."

He pulls his fingers away, leaving me feeling empty, and I whimper in protest.

He brings my leg over his hip. "I need to fuck you now."

"Then fuck me..."

I am so close to the edge. Between my thighs, throb; every inch of me needs a release. Kade doesn't need to be asked again. He slips his cock into my pussy from behind, thrusting in hard and rough. The sound of my squeal echoes through his bedroom.

"You feel so damn good around me," he growls, with his hand on my throat. He applies enough pressure to intensify my arousal without causing pain.

Kade understands my boundaries and preferences well. He is very familiar with what excites me. I tilt my head back and meet his lips, kissing him passionately while he fucks me.

Kade's free hand travels to the front of my body, circling his thumb on my clit. It pulsates against his fingers, and my pussy tightens around him again. He always gives it to me so well! I can barely handle it sometimes.

"Harder, Kade," I whimper.

"You like it rough, don't you, angel. You love when I fuck you hard." He rasps, putting more pressure onto my clit.

"Yes," I squeal, working back against him.

My orgasm is creeping up, and this time he won't stop. I will get what I need.

"Are you ready to come for me, Blythe?" he asks, stopping his movements.

"Yes, I am. Please don't stop."

Before he has a chance to continue, his buzzer goes off. I groan in frustration.

Kade draws out of me, inching back in at a torturous pace. He is trying to prolong my orgasm. "Ignore it," he insists.

I try so hard to ignore it, but it happens again. Whoever that is had better go away. I am not losing out on a damn orgasm because someone decides to show up at Kade's place at eight in the morning.

Kade curses and pulls out. "I'll be back in a second. Don't you dare move, not an inch. Don't even think about finishing yourself off."

"Tell them to go away and hurry back, or I will finish myself. It is the second time I have been close to the edge and didn't get it."

Kade pulls on his joggers and runs his fingers through his hair, his cheeks glowing. "You weren't the only one." His frustration is obvious.

Kade storms out of the room to answer. I roll onto my back.

"I told you not to move," he calls through.

How did he know I moved? I roll my eyes but stay on my back. I plan to get back into position once I hear him returning. Why do people always seem to ruin my fun? Don't they have better things to do? Even if it's unintentional, it's still frustrating. The ache between my thighs is becoming overwhelming.

I hear Kade talking, and a moment later, I hear him rush through and quickly roll back onto my side.

"Are they gone?"

"No, it's your dad. He wants to talk to me about something." Kade says urgently.

"Shit. My car is outside. He will know I am here. We need an excuse."

I panic just as much and quickly put on some clothes, not wanting to stay naked in Kade's bed while my dad is in the next room. Talk about a mood killer.

"Stay here. I'll tell him you went out to get us breakfast and coffee since we started working early today. Do you think he'll believe that?"

"I don't know. Don't mention me unless he brings up my car being outside. He'd better not be here for long. We need to get ready for work."

"Okay. Be quiet. I don't want him to hear any noise and ask questions."

Kade puts on a hoodie, fixes himself up, and heads to answer the door. I hope he didn't see my car outside. I wish he treated me like he treats my older sisters, but he doesn't. We should tell him the truth and get it over with, though it might jeopardise everything.

I get onto the bed and stay silent and still. I listen to their conversation about last night's client meetings. Naturally, he came at this time to discuss work, just like my dad.

"Did I see Blythe's car outside?" he asks, a little suspicious.

Damn it! I guess he noticed. Kade had better not start stuttering.

"Yes, she came by to do some work. She has gone out to get us some coffee and breakfast." Kade lies, sounding convincing.

My dad chuckles. "She gets that from me. Let me guess, it was her idea, and she roped you in?"

"Yes, you are right," Kade laughs.

I relax a little, knowing my dad is buying it, but if he sticks around too long, he will get suspicious if I am away for too long. There is no other way out of here. I need to hope and pray it is a flying visit, or we need a better excuse, or a way to make him leave.