Chapter 29 Cassie
CASSIE
I felt his breath, hot and warm, on my cunt.
“You’re so pink. So perfect.” I shuddered as he ran his fingers through my folds. “And you must really want to get fucked because you’re soaked.”
I squirmed, already reaching for the orgasm that threatened to spill over as he made circles on my clit with his fingers.
“Is that right, mouse? Do you want to get fucked?”
“Yes,” I gasped. I couldn’t really imagine what it would feel like to be filled by a man, but my body was tapping into some kind of primordial muscle memory, practically begging for his dick.
He chuckled. “Waiting is going to make it so good for you. And I want it to be good for you, mouse. We all do. Well, maybe not Hawk. I think he just wants to ruin this pretty pussy with his big cock.”
I moved as he ran his tongue through my slit, the idea of Hawk ramming his dick inside me working with Jagger’s tongue to bring me to the brink of release.
“But Vigo and I, we want you to feel good, want you to want it so badly you’re begging for it.”
I cried out when he buried his face in my pussy, slowly covering my folds and my clit — everything — with his tongue, licking every inch of me like a hungry dog.
I reached down to touch his hair, thankful he hadn’t tied my hands to the bed. The rope that bound my wrists gave me a couple of feet to work with, plenty of room to reach between my thighs, twine the silky strands of his hair in my fingers.
And Jagger had been right: it was all more erotic for the blindfold.
I was reduced to pure sensation, every stroke of his tongue like a torch dragging through my pussy, lighting me on fire.
His shoulders brushed against my knees as he covered my cunt with his tongue, and the scruff on his jaw — an erotic counterpoint to the wet softness of his tongue — grazed my inner thighs.
“Oh my god…” I moved with his tongue, lifting my hips to meet his mouth, wanting more of the friction that was pulling me closer and closer to the edge of my release.
And then it stopped and his breath was a whisper against my cunt. “How badly do you want to come, mouse?”
“Bad!” I gasped. “So bad.”
I wasn’t above begging.
“Vigo didn’t let you come the other night. Maybe I should make you wait too. Get you good and ready for us.”
I punched the bed in frustration and another dark chuckle emerged from his chest to wind its way through my body.
“Throwing a temper tantrum won’t get you what you want, but asking nicely might.”
“Please…”
“Please…?”
“Please let me come.”
“That’s a good little mouse.” He buried his face in my pussy, eating me like a man possessed, his tongue flattened on my clit while his fingers stroked my slit.
I screamed into the room, the orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. My body shuddered against his face as he continued to lap at my pussy, wrenching every last tremor from my body until I went limp, gasping for breath.
He pulled back to press wet kisses on my thighs, and I waited, desperate behind the blindfold, to feel his dick at my entrance.
Instead I felt his body stretch out next to mine, the full-body skin-on-skin contact sensual enough to light another fire in my cunt.
He stroked my hair and coaxed my mouth open with his tongue, and I moaned as he dove deep into my mouth, sweeping and stroking until I writhed against him, pressing my naked body against his, trying to touch him everywhere even though the ropes around my wrists gave me limited range of motion.
I tasted my pussy on his tongue, but instead of repulsing me it only made me hotter. I’d never been so intimate with a man. My body was on fire with sensation.
“Jesus fuck,” he breathed against my mouth. “Kissing you is every bit as good as eating your pussy.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Please.”
“There’s nothing I want more than to fuck you, but it’s not time yet. But don’t worry, there are lots of other ways we can make you come, lots of other toys we can use.”
He kissed me again, and then I felt the absence of him as he shifted on the bed.
A few seconds later I felt the press of his calves against my shoulders, the tip of his dick on my lips. “But first I want to come in your mouth. Open up, pretty girl.”
I did and he thrust to the back of my throat, harder and faster than he’d done the last time.
I started to gag, then remembered what he said about relaxing my jaw, and he sank even deeper into my throat.
“Ah fuck… fuck. You take my cock so good, Cassie.”
The sound of my name — my real name — on his lips was like an aphrodisiac, and a fresh surge of wet heat filled my pussy as he dragged out and thrust back in.
“Think you can drink me up?”
“Uh-huh,” I said around his dick. I’d never had a guy come in my mouth before but I was more than ready to try with Jagger. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel, but I was surprised to find that I also liked having his dick in my mouth.
He groaned, thrusting faster into my mouth, and a minute later I felt the hot squirt of his semen, musky and salty, shoot to the back of my throat.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “Fuck… Swallow it down, pretty girl.”
I swallowed every drop as he continued to thrust, his movements slowing until he was finally still.
He stroked my head. “That was so fucking good. So fucking good.”
He pulled out of my mouth and repositioned himself next to me, his body pressed to mine.
I felt him working the cuffs around my wrists as he freed them one at a time.
“Hang on,” he said. “I want to hit these lights before I take that blindfold off. The light is going to feel like a lot at first.”
I felt his shifting weight on the bed, heard the soft shuffle of blankets and sheets.
And then his hands were on my head, pulling off the blindfold.
I blinked, surprised to find myself in the darkness of Jagger’s room even though he’d told me he was going to turn off the lights.
He tucked me into the crook of his arm and looked down at me with an expression I couldn’t name. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I didn’t know why I felt shy now when not long ago he’d had his face buried in my pussy, but there was something strangely intimate, sweet even, about the way he held me in the dark, the way he was looking down at me after what we’d done together.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
I thought about it. Thought about being demure, telling him I felt fine. That what we’d done had been nice.
But none of that came close to the truth. Because the truth was, I felt awake for the first time maybe ever, my body humming with possibility.
“Like I want to ride you like a horse.”
His laughter was surprisingly big and loud in the moment before he laid his hand against my cheek.
“I like the sound of that.” He ran his thumb over my lower lip, his blue eyes shining in the dark. “And I promise I’m going to take you up on it.”
“Why didn’t you do it tonight? I…” I sighed. “I wanted you to.”
“It’s going to be better our way. Trust me. And believe me when I say there’s nothing I want more than to fuck you too.”
I lowered my eyes. “Is it because of Bram? Is that why you haven’t done it yet?”
I heard the bitterness in my voice. I just wanted a place — one place — where I could be something other than Bram’s little sister.
“Look at me, Cassie.” Jagger tipped my head and I met his gaze. “This isn’t about Bram. Although I will say it’s a bit of a buzzkill to talk about your psychopathic big brother after you suck my dick.”
“He’s not a psychopath,” I said. “He’s just…”
Jagger’s mouth quirked in a wry smile. “Misunderstood?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Okay, but let’s not talk about your misunderstood, psychopathic big brother in bed, deal?” I nodded and he continued. “The important thing is that you know we’re going to play, and we’re going to play our way, and none of it is going to be about Bram.”
“What’s it going to be about?”
He stroked my hair. “It’s going to be about making you come in a million different ways. And it’s going to be about using your body to come in a million different ways ourselves. Does that scare you?”
It should have terrified me. I was a modern girl. A feminist. The idea of being used would have gone over like a lead balloon in any female social circle.
But my body hummed at the thought of being used that way by the Hawks, and my cunt was wet and ready.
“It scares me,” I said. “But I want to do it all anyway.”
He laughed and pulled me more tightly against him, then kissed my head. “That’s my good girl. I can’t fucking wait.”
My body thrilled with anticipation.
And a kind of danger that had nothing to do with my body.