22. Christian
CHRISTIAN
C assandra was four inches away from finally sitting beside me of her own free will.
Four fucking inches, and she had to go and ask about what I do with my nights alone.
I didn’t give a shit about what I used to do, or who I did it with.
“So, what were you planning to do tonight?” she pressed.
I squeezed her biceps and she practically liquefied. I brushed her hair away and kissed the side of her neck. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be tired of me yet.”
“Hopes and wishes do not a plan make,” she mumbled as she tipped her head back onto my shoulder.
I cupped her jaw. “I was hoping and wishing that you’d stay with me tonight.”
Cassandra relaxed into me as I kissed up and down her jaw. “Then tell me what the plan is.”
Not here’s my plan.
Not let’s make a plan.
Tell me.
“I thought you liked being in charge,” I mumbled against her warm skin.
She craned her neck, giving me a little more room to pepper her throat with kisses. “I suppose it wasn’t completely abysmal last time.”
I shifted, pulling her down with me as I stretched out on the couch. She was stiff, but quickly settled on top of me.
“I’m gonna wear you down, princess.”
Cassandra unbuttoned the top of my flannel and traced abstract shapes in my chest hair. “Or we could just enjoy the moment and not think about what happens later.”
I dismissed the absurdity with a kiss. I wasn’t going to waste time arguing with her. Not now.
She tasted like coffee and cinnamon.
I thought Cassandra was wrapping her arms around my neck, then I felt her hands in my hair, pulling the elastic out.
“What do you want?” I murmured against her lips.
Heavy eyes lifted to mine as she ran her hands through my hair. “Princes are overrated. I always liked the beast better.”
I growled into her neck, making her laugh as I flipped us, pinning her down to the couch.
Her blouse was silken and smooth, spilling over her breasts like liquid satin. I devoured her, kissing my way down her throat, across her chest, and over her cleavage. I stole a moment, burying my face between her breasts and savoring the warm notes of her perfume.
Her soft hum of satisfaction turned to shameless moans and desperate gasps as I pulled her neckline down and bared her breasts.
“Look at you.” I scraped my teeth across her nipple. “Goddamn, you take my breath away.”
Cassandra’s fingers tightened in my hair, sending shockwaves of shivers down my spine.
I groaned, pressing my hard-on into her as I pulled her nipple between my teeth.
She whined, thrashing beneath me, but I kept her trapped under my weight.
I cupped her breasts and pushed them together, taking time to lavish each one with kisses.
Her thighs clenched in a futile attempt to ease the ache.
But we were just getting started.
“We doing this again?” I asked into her tits before taking one into my mouth.
“Pretty sure the ‘yes’ was implied when I let you put your hands on me,” she sassed.
“It’s never implied. Yes or no.”
“Yes—okay? Just fuck me already,” she retorted.
“Watch your mouth, princess. I’m just getting started.”
Cassandra reached down between our bodies and?—
“ Fuck ,” I grunted when she wrapped her hand around the bulge in my jeans and squeezed.
She did it again, jerking my junk just to get a rise out of me. It worked.
My cock ached and throbbed in her hand. “Don’t tease me,” I rasped.
It had been a long week. With the development plans approved and lawyers pestering me to close the deals, CJ at my throat over the changes, and Cassandra being a daily cocktease, I was at my limit with stress. It’s why my Mom had taken the girls for the night.
Cassandra unzipped my fly and slid her hand beneath the waistband of my boxers, grazing the head of my cock. It twitched and jerked from the lightest touch of her fingertips.
“Cass, don’t fucking tease me. Not today.”
She looked like sin incarnate as she smirked and eased up, sliding her hand further around my shaft. “I think I want to tease you.” She skimmed my balls with her fingertips.
I grunted, pounding my fist into the arm of the couch as pleasure threatened to rip out of me without warning. “Cassandra,” I snapped.
She licked her lips. “I think I want to see what happens when you lose control.” She left feather-light kisses on the edge of my ear, making me shudder as she kept a firm grip on my cock.
I snapped. Grabbing Cassandra’s wrist, I yanked her hands away from my body and twisted them behind her back as I hooked my leg around hers, flipping her onto her stomach.
“Christian!” Her squeal was muffled by the throw pillow as her face was squished into the couch.
“I told you not to fucking test me.”
She thrashed and squirmed, but there was no way she could get out of the hold I had her trapped in. Not that she wanted to. That shit-eating grin on her face made it clear that she was enjoying herself.
I kept her wrists shackled in my hand as I swung my leg off the couch, dragging her down to the floor with me. Her knees hit the soft rug on the floor as I forced her to bend over the couch seat.
“I told you, Cass.” I pulled a condom out of my pocket before dropping my jeans down just enough to pull my cock all the way out and get the rubber on. “I told you not to test me, and you didn’t listen.”
Cassandra turned her head to the side, resting her cheek on the couch. “Listening is overrated. I prefer calling the shots.”
I scraped my fingers up her scalp and fisted her hair by the roots.
She gasped and groaned as I yanked her head backward and pressed my mouth to her ear.
“Well, congratulations, Princess. You’re not doing either tonight.
” I bit her earlobe, leaving red teeth marks on her porcelain skin.
“Now be obedient and drop those pants to your knees before I tear them off your body.”
She glared at me with lightning bolts in her storm-cloud eyes. “Don’t you dare leave a fucking hickey on me like an amateur.”
I yanked her head backward again, latching onto her throat. “I will do what I goddamn please. If I want to mark your perfect body, I will fucking do so because it belongs to me.”
Cassandra cried out in desperation as I sucked and nipped at her throat until her skin bloomed like a rose.
I tightened my grip on her hair. “You will not cover that up tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she said, breathless and panting.
I reached around and pinched her nipple, holding it between two fingers. “Yes, what? ”
She licked her lips and gasped like she was dying in a desert. “Yes, Sir.”
“Hold on to the cushion,” I ordered as I untied the bow at the waist of her pants. They were my favorite pair of hers—long, loose, and flowy. They cupped her ass in obscene ways and tied around her waist in a thick looping bow.”
The fabric billowed around her knees.
“What? You’re not even going to undress me all the way?”
I palmed her ass before tugging her thong down around her thighs. “I like seeing you like this. Such a dirty girl, dropping these panties and bending over to get fucked. You can’t even look me in the eye.”
She arched her back, teasing me with that ass again. “I fully intend to finish the job with my battery operated boyfriend.”
I chuckled. “So much sass for someone who’s going to avoid walking tomorrow.”
“You talk a big game for someone who?—”
But her words were cut off with my fingers pushing into her cunt.
“Greedy girl,” I groaned. “Already soaked and desperate for me.” I steadily worked her clit. “This pussy must be dying since you finally found someone who can make you come better than a toy.”
“You made me come. I never said it was better than a toy,” she choked out between breaths.
“You didn’t say it.” I edged my cock inside of her, then thrust home. “Your body did.”
Her cry of desperation gutted me as I grabbed her hips and drove into her soaked pussy.
“I’ve got you, princess. Let me make you feel good.”
“Christian—”
“You can take it. Just trust me and let go.”
“Easier said than done,” she rasped.
I pushed the back of her shirt up and pressed my mouth to her spine, kissing her gently. “I’m not going to take it easy on you, so if you need me to stop, say it.”
“I’m good. I’m fine—I just need a second.”
I kissed her spine again, leeching some of the tension from her bones. Cassandra let out a breath, relaxing into the couch cushion. Her hips loosened as she rested her head and closed her eyes.
“That’s my girl,” I soothed as I ran my hand up and down her spine. “You ready?”
Cassandra nodded and pushed back against me.
I dug my fingers into her hips as I pulled out, then slammed in again, guided by her wetness.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” I grunted, trying to catch my breath as I set a punishing pace. “Jesus, Cass.”
She let out a soft, breathy laugh.
I smoothed my hand over her ass again and again, savoring how soft it felt in my palm. All of her was.
She didn’t want to admit it, but I saw the writing on the wall. Cassandra was tough because she had to be. It was a survival instinct. But when she put her claws away and purred, I was so far gone for her.
“You’re coming first, Princess.”
Cassandra nodded as I pushed deep inside of her and played with her clit.
“Take what’s yours.”
She stilled, focusing on the brewing fever pitch inside of her. I studied her, watching as her fingers curled into the cushion. The way her breath turned ragged and still. The way her eyes clenched in concentration.
Then, one hitch in her lungs and she detonated.
I drove into her again and again as heavy shudders racked her body.
My dick grew impossibly harder as blood roared at the base of my spine.
I jerked, slamming my hips into her ass as I held her there.
My orgasm sapped my remaining stores of energy.
I collapsed around her, bracing my arms beside hers as I caught my breath.
My stomach stuck to her exposed lower back, sweat fusing us together.
“You okay?” I murmured, pressing my lips to her temple.