Chapter 21 Cassie
CASSIE
“Jesus christ!” My heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry.” He grinned. “I saw the light on under your door.”
“So you just walked in?”
He shrugged. “Why not?”
I had a feeling “why not” was basically Vigo’s middle name.
I wanted to be mad but the truth was, he looked good enough to eat in black sweatpants and nothing else.
The ink on his torso only accentuated the lean definition in his biceps and the sculpted peaks of his chest. His abs were flat as a slab of marble, a defined V pointing right at his dick, which looked big enough to do some damage to someone like me.
It might have helped if his face hadn’t been so stupidly perfect, not just hot, with perfect bone structure and those sage-green eyes, but also weirdly adorable.
His spiky blond hair gave him the air of a mischievous little boy, the freckles dusted over his nose almost subversive, like sweet vanilla cream on top of deep dark espresso.
His eyes were locked on my tits, naked under my T-shirt, and the stud in his tongue shone when he licked his full lower lip.
“Can I help you?” I looked at my computer and pulled up the coffee shop’s P&L, the most inane thing I could think of, hoping he’d leave.
Not because I didn’t want him there but because the longer he stood behind me the more I thought about the way he’d sucked my tit in the tunnels, the more I wanted him to do it again, my earlier self-care fading into the background, a shadow of the real thing just a foot away.
“I think the real question is can I help you?”
I shook my head, scrolling through my spreadsheet, trying to concentrate. “What do you mean?”
“Thought I heard some, uh, moaning in here. Wanted to offer to give you a hand, so to speak.”
My cheeks burned, and I forced myself to keep scrolling even though the numbers had become meaningless. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He put his hands on my shoulders, then slid them down my shirt.
I froze as the heat of his palms came into contact with my tits.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, mouse.” He stroked my nipples with his thumb and I had to resist the urge to lean my head back against his torso. “It’s normal to want to fuck. Normal to want to be fucked.”
He removed one hand and licked his thumb and forefinger, then reached back into my shirt to play with my tit.
The slide of his newly wet fingers made my pussy pulse with hunger, and I pressed my thighs together, trying not to arch into the pleasure.
“I loved playing with your tits in the tunnel.” His breath was warm in my ear and goose bumps rose on my arms as a shiver ran down my spine. “Loved sucking them. But I have to admit I’m jealous I didn’t get to taste your sweet little pussy.”
He leaned farther over my body to slip his hand into my shorts.
“Your thighs are clenched so tight,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me in, little mouse.”
I relaxed my thighs and he slid his fingers through my folds.
And now I couldn’t help it. I tipped my head back against his chest, still behind me in the chair, and closed my eyes.
“You’re fucking wet, mouse. No wonder you wanted to play in the Hunt. You’re ripe for fucking.”
He slid a finger inside me and made slow, rhythmic strokes on my clit with his thumb.
I tipped my hips to meet him, ready to come again, because the truth was, no fantasy was as good as the heat of his palm, the probing of his finger, the skilled ministrations of his thumb coaxing my cunt to orgasm.
He chuckled as I rode his hand, and I heard again the dark undercurrent of maniacal glee: a little boy who’d just learned how to light a match and was already imagining all the things he might burn down.
I held on to the edge of the desk and rocked my hips. “Oh god…”
“That’s right, come for me, mouse.” He latched onto my neck and sucked, his mouth hot and wet against my fevered skin.
I cried out as my body shuddered, my pussy clamping down on his finger as the tremors rolled over me. I fell into the ecstasy of it, willing it to last forever, every nerve in my body exploding with pleasure until I went limp against the chair.
I tried to catch my breath, afraid to open my eyes both because I didn’t want the moment to end and because I didn’t want to face Vigo.
I hadn’t even tried to resist.
“Jesus,” he breathed against my neck.
He swiveled the desk chair so that I was facing him, then grabbed my hand and shoved it under his sweats.
Grabbing his hard dick was a reflex I didn’t know I had, and another shot of lust rushed between my thighs.
He was huge, the skin of his shaft hot and smooth, stretched tight to accommodate his hard-on.
“Feel how hard you made me?” His face was inches from mine, his eyes as green as the pools of water that collected under the waterfalls in the mountains. “And that was just from finger-fucking you. Imagine how hard I’m going to be after I eat your pussy.”
I could imagine it, and I started to stroke his dick, more than ready to let him fuck me then and there.
He chuckled and removed my hand. “Don’t fucking tempt me, mouse. Hawk and Jagger will literally murder me if I fuck you right now.”
“But… isn’t that why I’m here?”
“Oh you’re definitely going to get fucked. By all of us. But I’m outvoted about how it all goes down.”
“Don’t I get a say in how it all goes down?” I asked. “It’s my virginity.”
My eyes widened as he crushed my mouth under his but I closed them a moment later when his tongue pushed through the seam of my lips. The kiss was hot and frenzied, like Vigo, and I sank into the wet heat of his mouth, all too willing to be enveloped by his chaos.
Then he pulled away, removing my hands from around his neck, and I was surprised to see a cold light burn in his eyes. “No.”
“No?” I’d completely lost my train of thought.
“You don’t get a say in how it all goes down. But trust me when I say that waiting will make it even better for you.”
I was trembling when he walked away. And now it wasn’t fear of the Hawks that had me scared — it was my own dark desires, and the very real possibility that I didn’t know myself at all.