Session 33

Chapter twenty one

The second I sank down on Cassius’ manhood, a rush of adrenaline hit me so hard it left me breathless. My thighs trembled as I gripped his chest for balance, and his low groan sent shivers through my body. His eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady, but I didn’t need him to guide me. I had full control.

“Ooh, if this how I’ll wake up every morning, I’m definitely moving in,” he groaned, his voice gravelly, still thick with sleep. I slammed my hand over his mouth, silencing him as I fucked myself faster. I was trying to get my nut real quick and fuck all day. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with lust and something else I couldn’t name. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to do anything but feel. “ Yes! Fuck yes!” I moaned as I clenched my walls around his dick and came with a loud muffled scream. My room started to spin and I saw little white stars all over. Every nerve in my body was tingling. Cassius wasn’t far behind me.

Afterward, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing, still heavy from what we’d just done. Cassius was stretched out beside me, his chest rising and falling like he didn’t have a care in the world. His eyes were barely open, fluttering shut like he was about to knock out.

Oh, hell no.

Sliding closer, I watched him for a moment, waiting for his next deep exhale. Then I leaned in quick and sank my teeth into his cheek, biting down just enough to make him jump.

“The fuck—” he yelped, jerking away and grabbing for me, his hand missing as I dodged out of reach.

He glared at me.

“Aht, aht, don’t be mad.” Cupping my breasts, I bit into my bottom lip. “You owe me food for what I let you do to me last night. You promised,” I teased.

The grin that crossed his face was so arousing. “You were nasty for letting me do that to you though,” he chuckled.

"And if you ever want to do it again, get up," I said, turning and walking away. I added extra bounce to my step so my ass would jiggle as I headed to the bathroom. Over the past month, I'd felt a new sense of confidence, and it showed.

I heard the bed creak behind me, knowing he was following.

In the bathroom, the warm water of the shower hit my skin, washing away the sweat and tension from the night before. We took our time soaping each other up, Cassius’ big hands running over every curve while I let my fingers trace the cuts of his chest. He kissed me softly between laughs, and the way he touched me made me feel safe. It felt good—too good. As much as I wanted to lean into it, a part of me wondered how long this happy phase would last.

Once we were clean, I slipped into a white sundress, my hair straight and flowing down my back. Cassius dressed in black chino shorts that showed off his muscular thighs and toned legs, paired with a baby blue button-up. He always looked so put together. It drove me crazy that women were always staring. I was working overtime to keep my insecurities at bay.

Just as we were about to leave, his phone rang.

“It’s Silas,” he said.

Who was Silas? I waited.

After a short conversation, he turned to me. “He wants to play ball. We can go to brunch after?”

I wasn’t mad. “Sure, I’d love to meet him,” I said with a smile.

Cassius looked relieved. “You’re great,” he said, as if he expected me to say no, kissing me on the mouth before going to change.

Music came on in the background, and he rapped along as he pulled on white basketball shorts, a white T-shirt, and his Jordans. “She said, ‘Boogie boy, stop bitchin', ho, I’m not your last.’”

I watched his defined back as he bounced around, rapping, while thinking about how many of his clothes had accumulated at my place—even before we were more than friends. I had never been to his house, and I was waiting for him to invite me. I shook that thought from my head and decided I’d change too. I slid into a bandage dress and a pair of Converse sneakers, pulling my hair up into a messy bun. I didn’t want to look out of place.

The morning sun was bright as hell when we arrived at the park in South St. Pete. About thirty people walked around the large basketball court. Little kids played on the playground. As we walked to the court, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Meeting his friends outside of Jonas and Naomi felt like a big step. It made me feel like we would be long-term. I knew it was too soon, but I really liked Cassius.

Cassius introduced me to Silas.

Silas was striking as fuck—tall, about 6'7", built like he played pro ball at some point. He had the kind of chiseled features that gave him an unfair level of good looks, and he carried himself with that air of arrogance men have when they know they look good and don’t let you forget it. It was more obnoxious than Cassius, but pretty much the same vibe. Silas gave me a once-over, his eyes lingering a bit too long on my breasts and thighs.

“This is Angel,” Cassius said, his voice calm but with a slight edge, like he was already checking Silas before anything even popped off.

Silas smirked at me—strange and sly. Pulling me into a hug that was a bit too tight and a bit too long, his hand slid to the small of my back.

“Nice to meet you, Angel,” he drawled. Then he turned to Cassius with a grin. “Not your usual type, Cassius.”

Silas took a place at my side, slinging an arm around my neck.

Cassius chuckled. “Yeah, but that’s a good thing.”

What the fuck did he mean, not his usual type? Their laughter rubbed me the wrong way, but I forced a smile, trying to hide my annoyance. “Nice to meet you too, Silas.”

I couldn’t help but notice how Cassius watched Silas being touchy and flirty but didn’t say anything. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve said something. He’d cursed out some dude just for looking my way too long. I wondered what their dynamic was.

I sidestepped Silas’ embrace. “Y’all have a good game,” I said, hoping it would be over quick.

I took a seat on the bleachers, my legs bouncing as I watched the game kick off. Silas was loud as hell, talking shit every chance he got, hyping himself up and taunting the other team. The other team wasn’t backing down—they were giving as good as they got.

I could see Cassius was getting frustrated, his jaw tight as he tried to keep his cool. Somebody shoved him from behind as he went in for a layup, and the game got even more heated. Silas retaliated by shoving one of the other players. The gym erupted into chaos as people tried to separate them.

I didn’t even think about it. I jumped up and rushed over, grabbing Cassius’ arm to pull him back before it got worse. “Come on, let’s go,” I said. “You can’t be out here fighting.”

He snatched his arm away so fast, I damn near stumbled. The look he gave me was cold as hell, and when he spoke, his voice was sharp enough to cut. “Don’t tell me what the fuck to do, Angel. Who the fuck is you?”

I physically recoiled, hurt and surprised. It took everything in me to push down my anger. Cassius really didn’t know me well enough to be yelling at me like that.

We stood there, locked in a staring contest, until finally, he sighed and relented. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his anger dissipating. “Let’s just go.”

I stared at him for a second longer, my heart still racing. The apology helped, but it didn’t erase what he’d said.

As we walked to the car in silence, the tension between us was thick. I kept glancing at him, wondering if this was a glimpse of the man I didn’t know yet.

Once we were inside, he turned to me. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.” He took my hand and kissed the palm.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to sound reassuring, but it wasn’t okay. I was trying to work out in my head how to tell him without starting a fight. Cassius hadn’t met my temper yet, and we probably wouldn’t make it if he did—this early, anyway.

We drove to the restaurant for brunch in silence, the awkwardness lingering between us. I watched him closely, wondering about his friendship with Silas. He wasn’t as volatile with Jonas or even Naomi.

When we arrived, the lady at the front station seated us immediately. I was just starting to relax when my eyes landed on Silas. He had changed, and damn near every woman in the restaurant’s eyes were on him. My heart sank as Cassius waved him over.

“Hey, I invited Silas to join us. I hope that’s alright,” he said casually as Silas walked over.

I forced a smile. “Of course,” I said, but inside, I was fuming. Why didn’t he tell me?

His presence immediately dominated the table. He was loud and brash, making crude jokes and talking over me. I pretended it was okay, but inside, I felt uneasy. I watched Cassius, wondering if this was who he really was when he wasn’t trying to impress me.

Later that night, after we got to my house, Naomi called. I had to ask her about Silas.

“Who is Silas, Naomi?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

There was a long pause, and then Naomi sighed. “You know the lil’ devil on cartoon characters’ shoulders? He’s Jonas and Cassius’ lil’ devil.” I could hear her teeth gritting through the phone.