Chapter Eight
Dominic (Mace)
This is not what I had planned when I invited her inside to the use the bathroom. I’m not one to back down when I want something. And fuck, do I want Cassie Beillo.
The woman has been driving me crazy almost all the way here, and not in a way that made me want to get out of her company as quickly as possible.
The only reason I’m standing in front of her like this, inhaling the scent of vanilla and spices, is because she has made no attempts to make me back off.
I’m testing the waters and she’s holding steady in front of me.
Her lips part when I reach up and grab her hair tie, pulling it so that her chocolate brown hair falls down around her shoulders. I’ve wanted to wrap it around my fist for the last twenty minutes of the drive. It was fucking torture being in that car with her.
It doesn’t mean anything. I’m not the guy who is going to give her flowers and whisper sweet words.
Cassie understands that, if her hand reaching out and inching under my shirt is anything to go by.
Her nails rake my abdomen, making my stomach clench under the touch.
It isn’t gentle either, she is putting some pressure behind it, enough that it will leave a mark.
It doesn’t put me off, in fact, it makes me a little wild.
“This doesn’t mean anything.”
My chin tilts downwards so I can look into the depths of her dark brown eyes. They’re burning with barely restrained lust. Nothing more. She said it and that is all the invitation I need. After this, she’ll leave and we will go back to not giving each other a second thought.
After the night I’ve had, and my plans for tomorrow weighing on my mind, fucking my stresses out of my system with a like-minded woman will be a welcome distraction.
My hands find her waist, it’s narrow but there is some meat to her, the way I like. Skinny girls do shit for me. She shudders as I step close enough her tits brush my chest through the thin fabric of our clothes. That shiver through her body makes my cock strain against my zipper.
There will be no delicacy to this, which Cassie realizes when I cup her ass and without warning, lift her.
Her hands grasp my shoulders, and she lets out a shocked gasp at the sudden movement.
I walk her to the table behind the couch and set her down, pushing her legs apart with my knee so I can move between them, she widens them without hesitation. I like that a lot.
Her hands claw at my shirt, and I raise my arms to let her tear it over my head.
Her eyes roam my chest, and her tongue darts out.
I’d give anything to get her naked, but that isn’t what this is about.
She drags at my belt, tugging it loose and going for the button and zipper, while I grab her jaw and tip her head back so she is looking at me.
It doesn’t stop her movements and her hand snakes inside my jeans and underwear, taking a firm hold of my cock that has me hissing through my teeth. There is no way I am going to kiss her but I do want to taste her skin.
Her hand keeps moving up and down, tight and firm as she jerks my cock.
I lean forward, turning her head away and suck hard against the skin beneath her ear.
Fuck she’s good at this. It’s been a while since I fucked anyone and I’m bordering on losing it.
A fact Cassie understands when I tilt my hips backwards and her hand falls away from my cock.
With quick movements I shove my hands into the back of her workout pants and drag them down, knocking off her sneakers at the same time.
Cassie shifts impatiently as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom.
If she is concerned that I have one to hand, she doesn’t let on.
Her hands are all over my torso and chest and finally my hips when I get the condom on.
There is no finesse, no questioning if she’s ready for me. I can fucking smell her scent, and as I push into her, despite the condom, the warmth and ease with which I slide in shows how wet she is for me.
She moans and tilts her hips up to give me better access. I grab her top and lift it, pushing the cups of her bra out of the way so I can grab hold of her tits as my hips jerk, fast and hard.
The table is shaking beneath her as I hoist her thighs around my hips.
She gasps and twitches when I grasp the turgid peak of her nipple between my fingers, tugging hard enough to hurt but she doesn’t push me away, instead grabbing the back of my neck and leaning up to place her hot lips against my collar bone.
“Fuck,” I grunt, as she sucks at my flesh, those long nails of hers raking through the hair at my nape. The table beneath her is scraping against the wooden floor, it has nowhere to go and the force with which I’m ramming into her is potentially going to cause the damn thing some damage.
I grab her ass cheeks and lift her off it as she devours my neck and bites my earlobe, moving around to the side of the couch. I set her down and slip out of her. She makes an angry little sound, which makes my head spin and my dick even more desperate.
Cassie doesn’t protest when I turn her around, bend her over the arm of the couch and drag her hips up, giving me the perfect view of her dripping wet pussy. I grab my cock and stroke it up and down against her wet flesh.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” she barks, then the breath is taken out of her lungs, and she claws at the cushions on the couch as I ram back into her.
I lean forward and grab her arms, pulling them around and locking her wrists together with one hand at the base of her spine. Grabbing her hip with my other hand I hold her down and push in and out faster, my hips slamming against hers, my groin slapping at the plump flesh of her ass.
It’s a fucking spectacular ass, one I wish I could fuck, but this is a onetime thing and somehow, I don’t think she would appreciate me stopping to find something to lube up her tight little asshole.
Not that I would find that in this house.
She isn’t fighting against my hold and that makes me even more fucking desperate to own her body. She is gasping and moaning, pushing back as I stretch and fill her. She starts to chant ‘yes, oh god’, and ‘fuck’ between gasping breaths. It takes everything within me to hold off.
The flutter of her inner walls tells me she is losing the battle.
My heart is racing and my lungs burn as I try to breathe through it when she starts to moan and strangle the fucking life out of my cock.
The moment she goes over, I thrust harder, faster until my back snaps up straight and I push down on her hip, my hand squeezing so tight it is going to leave fingerprints in her perfect, olive-toned skin.
I go up on my toes to get better leverage and push in as far as I possibly can as my climax hits. My cum pulses into the condom and it feels like it’s never going to stop as I press so tight against her ass it has to be hurting her how hard she is forced into the arm of the couch.
“Holy shit,” I groan as my thumping, erratic heart rate starts to slow.
Cassie’s breath is coming out in harsh pants and she wriggles until I let go of her arms.
Jesus, that was probably one of the best fucks of my damn life, and I have dangerous thoughts of asking her to stay so I can do that all over again, this time watching her face as she goes over.
I pull back and turn away, carefully pulling off the full condom. Shit it’s been a long fucking time, that orgasm felt like it lasted forever. My cock is aching as I tie the thing off and toss it on the table to deal with later.
Before I can say a word, Cassie is grabbing her pants and stepping into them. I watch her as she sets her clothes right. She doesn’t look at me once. That about says everything there is to say about what we just did.
She presses her feet into her sneakers and spares a glance at my waist as I pull up my underwear and jeans.
I don’t fasten the button, letting the fabric hang off my hips.
Her eyes get caught on my lower stomach where a light sheen of sweat from where I was jammed up against her shimmers over the ridges of my abdomen and the trail of dark blond hair that goes down into my underwear.
Her lip catches between her teeth and it takes monumental effort not to groan and tug her lip with my own teeth.
“I should go.”
I nod, having nothing to say. For a second I think about telling her to give me her number, which she didn’t do before but that feels a little too much like I want more than what we just did. All I do is watch as she turns and walks out of the front door without a second glance or a single word.
I’m still standing in the same spot when her headlights blaze on and she pulls out of the drive. Rubbing a hand over my hair, I turn to look at the couch. There is a damp patch on the arm, and I groan at the thought of her cum dripping out of her.
Shaking it off, I pick up the condom and go to the kitchen, tossing it in the trash and grabbing a glass of water. For the quickest of seconds my thoughts turn to Handlebar, knowing this shit would fuck him up if he knew about it. I consider it payback for him fucking about with my bike.
I have no intention of ever seeing Cassie Beillo again, no matter how good of a fuck she is.
No, it’s best I forget all about her.
Talon walks through the front door and frowns at me sitting across the room with a mug of coffee resting on my knee, my head lost in thought. He looks around for a moment before walking further into the room.
“Why the fuck did you come here?” he asks.
“I don’t know how long it’s gonna take to repair my bike and we need to get to Newark, this is closer.”
When I called him this morning and told him to meet me here, I filled him in on the shitshow at the Sussex compound. He was as pissed as I still am about that little prick Rip causing so much damage.
“It smells like a woman, and sex in here,” he smirks.