29. Chapter Twenty-Nine—Carlotta #3
“Shit.” I loll my head to the side, forcing my eyes open as I peer at him. “Did they hear—”
“Probably.” Cass shrugs. “You were kinda loud, screaming, and shit. Who cares? I fucking loved it.”
Wrapping me up in his arms, he strokes my hair back from my face and kisses my neck.
“What happens if they call the police?” I whisper, feeling his body shake with laughter against mine.
“Then, I’ll proudly answer the door,” he replies. “Yeah, officer, sorry for the noise disturbance, I was making my girl come her brains out. I can’t say it won’t happen again, it’s gonna be a daily thing. Why don’t you tell dickface upstairs to go and get his own girl to screw.”
I shove his shoulder playfully, although he’s such a wall of muscle he doesn’t move an inch. “Ego boost much?”
“Hell yeah, Princess.” He peels back to capture my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth with dominant licks that has us both breathless again. “Hell fucking yeah.”
I feel more like a boneless doll than a human, as Cass scoops me up with ease, urging me to wrap my legs around his bare waist and carries me into my bedroom.
He lays us on the unmade bed, uncaring about sea of messy sheets, more interested in tangling our bodies again until I’m not sure where I end, and he begins.
We trade filthily slow kisses, soft moans and grunts passing my ears as hands begin to wander and squeeze.
I end up riding him in my bed, sitting on his lap, naked as the day I was born, using Cass’s thick, muscular upper thighs to support me as I leisurely coast my hips back and forth, back and forth, stimulating my clit with every twist. He stares up into my face while I peer back at him, past the swell of my tits, with heavy eyes.
Every part of me is exposed, my heart included, but I don’t feel afraid.
Not when Cassiel is looking at me as if I’ve hung the fucking moon above us.
My eyes flutter shut when I come again, this one much less powerful than the first two but, no less pleasurable.
I shiver and twitch, a gasp tears from my throat when Cass finally, finally, digs his fingers into the flesh of my waist, planting his feet on the mattress and fucks up into me.
He sets a quick pace, urging me to flatten my stomach to his, our bodies pressed as tight together as can be, my face buried between the safe junction of his neck and shoulder.
“Lottie,” he whimpers gruffly. “Holy shit.”
I kiss his exposed collarbone, tracing my tongue along the scripture written there. “Come inside me, Cass. Please. Do it. Inside me.”
That’s all it takes for Cass to unravel. He thrusts twice before he paints my walls with his release. Grinding against my core until he’s boneless, he slips out of me, leaving me dripping and thoroughly fucked.
“Tell me I can stay the night, Lottie,” he mumbles, eyes closed, a strong arm banded around my hips, keeping me close to him.
I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to.
“Goodnight, Cassiel.”
I wake to the feel of somebody between my legs, holding me open, slowly licking my core up and down. Tipping my head back into the pillow beneath me, I groan, fingers scrambling to push down the sheets to reveal Cassiel, his hair all askew.
His face, soft with sleep, lights up at the sight of me.
“Morning, Princess.”
“Morning,” I mutter, throwing my arm over my head, shivering under his warm, wet tongue. “What are you doing?”
“Didn’t I tell you last night that I’d need you daily? Gotta get my fill of you before—”
My alarm chooses that exact moment to ring, cutting my ears with it’s annoying, grating sound.
“—before that happens,” Cass snorts, still licking me, wrapping his lips around my sensitive clit and lashing the tip of his tongue along the hood.
Groaning, I tense my stomach and sit up, carding my fingers through his blond locks until he pulls away from me with a pop, lips shiny with my arousal. I can’t deny that the sight of him, all sleep tousled, has both my heart and my pussy clenching. “I gotta get to work.”
“I know, Princess.”
That’s all he utters before he dives back to my cunt, dragging a morning orgasm from my bones.
“I could get used to that,” I giggle once I’ve got my breath back. My legs feel like jelly, but I force them to move, swinging out of bed and to the bathroom.
“Come to mine tonight and I’ll do it again.” Crowding me up against the bathroom sink, using my hips as leverage when I bend over to grab my toothbrush and paste from the cup holder beside the tap, Cass kisses the shell of my ear.
“I can’t,” I mumble around the foam. “Staff meeting.”
He kisses the nape of my neck. “Tomorrow, then?”
“Tomorrow works.”
“Good. I’ll text you the address when I get some charge in my cell. Bring wine, I’ll make us some pasta, we can make a night of it, Princess.”
I peer at him in the bathroom mirror, a single brow raised. “You’re gonna make pasta?”
“For you, Princess, anything.” Once I spit and rinse with mouthwash, he pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger, kissing me thoroughly and then pulling back to slap my bare ass. “Get ready, pretty girl, and I’ll make you a smoothie for the road.”