~ Chapter 5 ~
Cassie
How do you know I haven’t almost used it every day since that weekend?
Is he serious? How can he just drop that on me so casually?
My brain tries to come up with some kind of intelligent response, but I’ve got nothing. I’m blank.
A few minutes pass, and I’m still stuck staring at my phone when it starts to buzz.
He’s calling me.
My heart starts racing at the thought of hearing his voice right now.
A part of me doesn’t want to answer because of that, but the other, larger part of me, wants to hear his voice right now.
It’s probably not a good idea, and I shouldn’t indulge myself in what I know is a bad idea, but tonight hasn’t exactly been going the way I thought it would, so screw it.
I swipe my finger across my screen to answer. “Hello?”
“Hi, Cassandra.” Nico’s voice floats over the line and I feel it pool in my stomach like liquid gold – a divine burn. “I wasn’t sure you’d answer.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I’m not about to admit that I wasn’t sure I would or should. “Maybe I wanted you to hear my voice when I told you to stop texting me.”
“Maybe. But I’ll bet any amount you’d like that you’re lying in bed right now and contemplated answering because you were afraid that hearing my voice would be too much for you.”
My jaw drops. The audacity of this man. “Wow, you’re really full of yourself. What makes you believe your voice is so special it would be hard to hear while I’m lying in bed?”
“So, you are lying in bed right now?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes,” he assures me, the low timbre of his voice making me bite my lip. I knew this was a mistake. “So, are you?” he asks seductively, and I curl onto my side, holding my phone tighter to my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper, and Nico makes a little grunt of a sound like he pulled the phone away so I wouldn’t hear him. “Is that a problem?”
“Yes, because now all I can think about is your flawless skin in the dim glow of the moon as I trace the curves of your body until your dripping wet and begging me to take care of you. First with my mouth so I can taste your moon drenched skin and honey on my tongue, and then I’d bury my cock in your magic pussy that will take me to the fucking stars and back. I want to hear your muffled scream of my name into the pillows as I fuck you from behind, and then feel you rake your nails down my back when your next scream is stuck in your throat and your blue eyes are staring into mine. I could drown in your eyes and I’d die a happy man.”
Holy fuck.
Is he real?
“I could keep going, Cassandra, but then I’ll be stuck with an even bigger problem than I have going on right now, and I only have my hand to take care of it and not your hot little mouth or tight little pussy.”
Oh, my God, he has to stop.
I pinch my eyes closed and rub my thighs together, trying to focus on not drowning in my own desire.
“Nico,” I whisper, knowing my voice can’t be trusted.
“Yeah, piccante?”
“You can’t…you can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Are you drunk?”
“No. Do you think I need to be drunk in order to tell you how much I want you?”
“I thought we said just that one weekend. Nothing more.”
“We did. But I don’t agree to that anymore.”
“You don’t?”
“No.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and push every feeling of hope down. I can’t let it bubble up. I can’t let myself believe that Nico wants me.
I know what men like him are capable of. What they’ve done and will do. I also know how quickly they can turn on you and cut you off like you never meant a thing when you were once considered family.
I don’t trust men like him.
Then again, I don’t have to trust him with anything other than my body in order to receive the greatest orgasms of my life. My heart can fully remain safely behind the wall I built a long time ago.
“I’m not going to date you, Nico,” I tell him, hoping he’ll understand.
He pauses, then says, “I never said anything about dating, piccante. I just want more of you. Can you give me that?”
“Maybe.”
“Tomorrow. I can pick you up or you can come to me.”
“Who said I was free tomorrow?” I challenge, not wanting him to think I’m clearing my schedule for him.
“You can’t give me a few hours? I promise to make it worth it,” he says low, the thrum of his voice hitting me in my already throbbing core.
“Maybe a few. But only in the afternoon.”
“An afternoon delight.” He chuckles deeply. “Good. The sooner the better.”
I love hearing how much he wants me. It’s sexy, and the best reason to agree to see him again.
“I’ll meet you there.”
“I’m in the same room as last time. I’ll let the front desk know and they’ll let you up. But can you do something for me, Cassandra?” Anything, as long as he keeps saying my name like that.
“Mmhmm.”
“When you hang up with me and slide your hand inside your panties to touch that pretty wet pussy of yours, know I’ll be gripping my cock, picturing you spread open on my bed, begging me to fill you with my cock and to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”
A choked moan leaves my throat and I rub my thighs together, needing to do exactly that. But he’s not going to end this call thinking he has the upper hand.
“Who said I’m wearing panties? Who said I’m wearing anything at all?” I ask, keeping my voice soft and breathy to drive him crazy. “In fact,” I pause, sliding my hand under the blanket, “I had just finished showering and applying lotion before crawling into bed when you called. My skin is soft and smooth, and I was just about to…” I trail off intentionally, reaching into my bedside table’s drawer.
“Just about to what?” he asks, his voice strained and eager.
“Use my little friend that never lets me down.” I turn on my vibrator and hold it to my phone so he can hear the soft buzz. “Goodnight, Nico. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.”
“Cassandra–” I hang up before he can say anything else. I only needed to hear my name in that deep growl of his one last time to get me started. My vibrator can take care of the rest. For tonight, at least.
I wake sometime later after the best orgasm I’ve had without a man – Nico – giving it to me, to see a text from him.
Nico:You’ll pay for that.
Nico:And bring that little friend of yours tomorrow.
I drift off again with a smile on my lips. I can’t wait for my punishment.