Chapter 28 A Bit of Taking
A BIT OF TAKING
REN
That little—
Wasting no time, I rush back to the car, instruct the driver to pull around to the garage.
I meet him there, bay door open, and he pulls in, quickly parking and exiting the vehicle.
The bay door is already partially down when he runs under it, and he laughs, likely totally understanding my urgency given what just went on in the back of the car.
To his credit, he says nothing, his expression giving away nothing, and when I hand him a tip in wadded up cash he nods his thanks. He heads to where he parked his own vehicle up the driveway, and I secure the garage, then make my way back to the door I left Cassidy at.
I’m barely through the door before she’s on me. She grips my jacket, yanking me into the hallway, the door slammed shut as I find myself pressed back against it.
“Slow down,” I murmur, even as I attempt to help her remove my jacket, wrenching my shirt open in a frenzy. “There’s no rush.”
‘Shut up,” she breathes against my lips, then her tongue comes out, licking until I open for her. She kisses me like madness, her lips seeking, her tongue sliding along mine before retreating, making me chase what I’m yearning for.
I attempt to move closer, but she backs away; her hands grip my torn shirt and she pulls me away from the wall, turning me so I’m walking backward down the hallway.
Her hands on my shirt stop me, and I look at her, waiting to see what she’s going to do next. She releases my shirt, her hands sliding up until she’s gripping my shoulders, pressing downward. “Get on your knees.”
I have a moment’s pause, but then I sink to my knees without comment.
She comes with me, immediately unfastening and unzipping my pants, shoving them down my thighs with my boxers.
I make a slight move to remove them, but she shakes her head, her hands pushing hard against my chest, knocking me off balance.
Rolling to the side, I manage to bring my feet out in front of me and then I’m sprawled on my back, shirt torn open, naked from the thighs up, Cassidy crawling toward me looking like a kitten who got the cream.
And I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
She pauses right over my pelvis, her eyes focused on my cock. Stroking her fingertips lightly along the sides, she drops her head, licking the tip delicately. My hips flex, and her free hand moves to my stomach, pressing down as she suck me between her lips.
And I almost come right down her throat.
My hands fist at my sides, my heels digging into the rug beneath me, my head lifting for a better view.
I come up onto my elbows, watching her take me into her mouth, wanting to grab onto her, shove her down until I’m jammed into the back of her throat.
She hums, her moan of pleasure sending a vibration right into my balls, and I curse, attempting to push my urge to come back.
And then she stops, pushes me back, straddles me right there in the hallway, her naked skin gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the skylight overhead.
Pressing her pussy against the head of my cock she smiles lazily, licks her lips.
Her head tips back, her eyes half-closed as she slides down, her slick inner walls giving way to my cock, slowly, inch by inch, until her pubic bone is flush with mine.
I touch her hip, but she slaps me away, so I resume my prone position, arms relaxed by my side, praying I don’t embarrass myself by coming prematurely.
She teases me, rocking slowly, first sliding up and down, then grinding until she’s panting, eyes wild with want. Her palms press into my chest, her nails scraping over my nipples just so, and I growl deep in my chest, incoherent curses falling from my lips.
Pushing my feet into the rug, my knees come up, my hands moving to her waist. Her eyes open, lock with mine as she grips my wrists, pulling me away, but then forcing my arms over my head.
She holds onto my wrists, leaning forward so she’s stretched over me, her breasts on display for my seeking mouth. I raise my head, straining to reach her hard nipples. “Closer, Cass. Move closer.”
She does as I ask, her torso lowering just enough that I can lick and suck her nipples. She’s more sensitive than she was before, and she moans, panting above me as she grinds her clit into me.
After a few moments she pulls away, adjusting her legs beneath her, the tops of her feet pressing against my thighs, so she has more leverage.
She rocks her hips, sliding up and rotating down, then pressing her clit against me.
She moves faster, harder, with greater intent, and soon I feel the white-hot pressure building in my balls.
Knowing I’m a goner, I moan. “I’m gonna come, Cass. Please. Holy fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna come.”
She slides up and down, up and down, then pulses downward, rubbing her clit against the base of my cock rhythmically. Heat zaps through me, my eyes closing, but then she whispers, “look at me,” and my gaze locks with hers.
She sucks the moan from my lips, dancing with the gasps and curses falling from hers. Her pussy clenches, her orgasm washing over her and she shudders as my body tightens, releases inside her.
She continues to move, now sliding up and down lazily, her face pressed into my neck, her hands limp on my wrists. I move my arms down, caressing along her spine with my fingertips down to her ass.
Squeezing her ass cheeks in my hands, I rock with her, enjoying the slick mess between us. Her torso lowers, her breasts pressed against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her back tightly, reveling in the quiet heat of her face pressed into my neck.
She shivers, her breath a ragged shudder that has me asking, “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, but her breath remains broken, so I tighten my embrace, rocking her so she’s lying on me fully, and I whisper, “You can tell me.”
She remains quiet for a moment, and I wait, not wanting to press her, but also wanting her to know I’m there to listen if she needs me to.
“I love you,” she breathes against my skin, her hands clutching me tightly. “And it scares the absolute shit out of me.”
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore, Cass. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
She’s quiet for a moment, nuzzling my neck, the tension leaving her body as her breath slows. After a moment, she pulls back slightly, so she’s watching the side of my face as she asks, “Why don’t you call me princess anymore?”
I smile, my head turning so I can see her face. “Why? Do you miss it?”
She grins, shrugs. “Just curious.”
“You may be carrying our princess,” I confess with a shrug of my own. “I didn’t want to make it weird.”
She frowns slightly, then laughs, “You’re weird.”
“Nuh uh,” I tease. “You’re weird.”
“So, I guess we’re both weird, then?”
“That’s right,” I reply with sigh, my hands once again stroking along her back, pulling her closer to me. “We can be weird. Together.”