Engaged To One, Claimed By The Other

The Elevator

The second the elevator doors closed, I knew I was about to make the worst, and hottest, decision of my life.

No small talk. No hesitation.

Kade stepped in close, crowding me against the mirrored wall until my back met cool glass. The space between us vanished. His body heat wrapped around me like smoke. I could smell him, cedar, bourbon, clean male skin, and it hit me low in the belly, a sharp tug of want I hadn’t felt in months.

He didn’t ask. He just lifted my chin with two fingers, tilting my face up.

“Still thinking?” he murmured, voice rough.

My throat worked. “Someone has to.”

His thumb brushed my lower lip. “Not tonight.”

Then his mouth crashed down on mine.

It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming, teeth and tongue and hunger. I gasped into the kiss and he took the sound, swallowed it, deepened everything until my head spun. My hands flew to his chest, hard muscle under crisp black shirt, and I gripped, nails digging in, pulling him closer like I needed to crawl inside him.

He groaned low in his throat. The sound vibrated through me.

One hand slid up my spine, slow and possessive, fingertips tracing every knob of bone through the thin silk of my dress. When he reached the small of my back he pressed, arching me into him.

My n*****s hardened instantly, tight and aching, pushing shamelessly against the fabric. No bra tonight. Just silk and suddenly they were so hard the outline was visible, dark peaks visible even in the dim elevator light.

Kade broke the kiss long enough to look down.

He saw.

His pupils blew wide. A rough sound scraped out of him.

“f**k, look at you,” he breathed.

His free hand cupped one breast through the dress, thumb circling the swollen tip until I whimpered. Then he pinched, sharp enough to sting, and pleasure arrowed straight to my c**t.

I rocked against him on instinct.

He was already hard, thick, rigid length pressing insistently against my lower belly through his jeans. Heavy. Hot. The size of him made my core clench emptily.

I reached down, palmed him over the denim.

He hissed. Thrust into my hand once, hard.

“You feel that?” he growled against my mouth. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

The elevator dinged.

Doors opened.

Penthouse.

He didn’t step back. He simply took my hand, and pulled me out into the dim hallway.

My legs felt unsteady. My panties were soaked.

The suite door clicked shut behind us. Low lights came on automatically, warm gold spilling across sleek furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows. Miami glittered far below like it didn’t care what we were about to do.

Kade backed me toward the bedroom without a word.

He took off first, slow drag of silk over skin, straps slipping down my arms, fabric pooling at my feet.

No bra. Just black lace panties already dark at the crotch.

My breasts spilled free, full, soft, n*****s dark and puffy from his earlier attention. They swayed slightly with my breathing.

Kade stared like a starving man.

He shrugged out of his shirt. Broad shoulders, defined chest, faint trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. Then the belt, slow clink of metal, jeans shoved down.

Black boxer briefs followed.

His c**k sprang free.

Thick. Veined. Flushed dark at the head, already leaking a bead of pre-c*m that glistened in the low light. Long enough to curve upward slightly, balls heavy and drawn tight.

I swallowed hard.

He wrapped a fist around the base and stroked once, slow, letting me watch every inch.

“You like my d**k?” he asked, voice gravel.

My mouth went dry. Heat flooded my cheeks.

“Yes, Papi,” I breathed.

His smile was wolfish.

I slid off the bed edge and dropped to my knees before he could stop me.

His c**k bobbed inches from my face, thick shaft pulsing, veins prominent, head slick and shiny. The musky scent of him filled my nose, making my mouth water.

I wrapped my fingers around the base, couldn’t close them fully, and leaned in.

My tongue flicked out first, lapping the salty bead from the slit. He hissed, hips jerking.

I took the head into my mouth, slow, lips stretching wide around the girth. The taste of him exploded on my tongue: salt, heat, pure male. I swirled my tongue under the ridge, sucking lightly.

“f**k…..good girl,” he growled, hand sinking into my hair.

I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse.

I took more, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered. I breathed through my nose, relaxing, and pushed deeper until my nose brushed his trimmed hair.

He groaned deep, hips rocking shallowly.

I moved repeatedly, slow at first, then faster, hollowing my cheeks, tongue flat along the underside, hand stroking what I couldn’t fit.

Saliva slicked him, dripping down his shaft to his balls. I cupped them gently, full, heavy, rolling them in my palm.

His grip tightened in my hair. “Look at me.”

I did, eyes watering, lips stretched wide around his c**k.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. “Take it all, baby. Take all my milk.”

The words sent heat straight to my c**t.

I sucked harder, messy, wet, desperate, head moving fast, throat working around him.

He swelled thicker in my mouth. His abs flexed. A low, guttural sound tore from him.

“f**k….coming…….”

Hot spurts hit the back of my throat, thick, salty pulses. I swallowed greedily, moaning around his length, milking every drop with my tongue and lips.

He came hard, c**k jerking, hips stuttering, until he was spent.

I pulled off slowly, licking the tip clean, savoring the last taste.

He was still rock-hard, c**k shining with my spit, veins throbbing, no sign of softening.

“Jesus,” he breathed, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He lifted me back onto the bed like I weighed nothing.

My legs parted on instinct.

He dropped to his knees between them.

Fingers hooked the lace at my hips. Dragged the panties down, slow, until they dangled from one ankle.

Then he spread me wide with both hands.

My p***y was shining, swollen outer lips parted, c**t peeking out, pink and slick, inner folds shiny with arousal.

He stared. Groaned.

“So f*****g pretty,” he muttered.

Then his mouth was on me.

Hot. Wet. Tongue flat and broad, licking a long stripe from entrance to c**t. I cried out, hips jerking.

He pinned my thighs down. Sucked my c**t between his lips, firm suction, tongue flicking fast and stars burst behind my eyes.

I threaded my fingers into his hair, pulling.

He growled against me. The vibration made me sob.

Two fingers pushed inside, thick, curling against that spot that made my toes curl. He pumped them slow while his tongue worked relentless circles on my c**t.

I was dripping down his wrist.

The orgasm hit fast, sharp, blinding. My back bowed, thighs clamping around his head as I pulsed around his fingers, wetness coating his chin.

He didn’t stop.

Lapped me through it, slower now, until I was trembling.

Then he stood.

Cock still rigid, slick with my spit and his c*m remnants.

He reached into the nightstand drawer. Came back with a sleek black vibrator, curved, ridged, thick at the head.

My eyes widened.

He clicked it on. Low hum filled the room.

“Trust me?” he asked.

I nodded.

He dragged the vibrating tip along my inner thigh, teasing, then pressed it lightly to my oversensitive c**t.

I gasped. Hips snapped up.

He worked it in slow circles while his free hand pinched one n****e, rolling the tight peak.

The dual sensation short-circuited me.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he ordered.

I was already there.

He notched the thick head of the toy at my entrance. Pushed just the tip inside.

My walls fluttered around the ridges.

He f****d me with shallow thrusts while the vibrations buzzed against my c**t.

I came again, harder this time, sobbing “Papi,” thighs shaking, p***y clenching rhythmically around the silicone.

He pulled it free. Tossed it aside.

Climbed over me.

Rolled on a condom with quick, practiced movements.

“Look at me,” he said.

“Yes, Papi,” I responded…