CHAPTER SIX
T he dark road appears endless through my windshield. I allow my thoughts to wander, accompanied by the measured thump from the truck’s tires. Cassidy’s face replaces the black landscape stretching in front of me.
Her tangled hair and flushed cheeks are the picture of passion. She falls apart in my clutches, eager and effortlessly like we’re established lovers. Pleasure saturates the air until she’s all I breathe. The hours pass too quickly, as if we only shared a few minutes together.
And that’s already a memory. It was difficult to watch Cassidy leave, but she insisted four orgasms were adequate. I snuck her out the rear exit to avoid a walk of shame. Her words, not mine. Personally, I didn’t see what the fuss was about.
I strutted to the front of the bar like a champion stallion who just won the Triple Crown. Cassidy’s essence smeared all over my face makes a far sexier trophy than a blanket of roses. My friends goaded me for being drunk on pussy, and I wore the evidence with pride. Still am, in fact.
The taste of her still lingers on my tongue. Echoes of her breathy demands fill my ears. I’m painfully hard. My cock aches for the release I’ve denied myself. Not for much longer.
Pavement switches to gravel when I turn onto the long driveway. The truck coasts along the bends framed by trees and rolling hills. I’m on autopilot with a singular goal as I park in front of the garage. Motion sensors spot me and illuminate a direct path to the house.
My boots hammer on the porch stairs to announce my arrival. Loud barking erupts from inside to confirm I’ve been heard. The door opens before I can knock, but the screen divider remains between us. At least until Chester and Cheeto claw at the flimsy barrier. Rusty hinges screech as the pair is set free to maul me.
The dogs rush forward to neutralize the threat. A few quick sniffs is all it takes before they’re trotting off to do their business in the yard. Cassidy leans in the doorway, screen snapped shut to protect her from the swarm of mosquitoes. A soft glow from the porch light reveals her grin. She makes no move to let me in, happy to watch me get eaten alive.
We stare at each other in silence. Only the chirps from crickets and intermittent squeaks from the windmill break apart the calm of midnight. I take the opportunity to drink in her appearance. She’s washed off her makeup. The outfit I drooled over earlier this evening is gone, replaced with an old, baggy t-shirt. Her hair hangs free in red waves. My fingers itch to feel the silky strands again.
“Drake.” The purr of my name rolling off Cassidy’s tongue has my dick punching forward in greeting. “Did I forget something?”
“Yeah, me.”
She blinks. “Huh?”
“I changed my mind. Sex is back on the menu.”
There’s a brief pause while my words register. Her eyes widen before narrowing into molten pools of lust. That heat engulfs me until sweat prickles my nape. It’s suddenly difficult to take a full breath.
“Gonna let me in, beauty?”
Cassidy licks her bottom lip, trapping the pouty flesh between her teeth. I groan and slap a palm against the siding for moral support. This woman is trying to drain every drop of blood from my brain to make my dick even bigger. Before I can beg, she pushes the screen open to grant me entry.
The dogs barrel past me as I step into the foyer. Cassidy shuffles to the side to give me space that I don’t want. Our gazes collide while anticipation crackles in the air.
We sever the distance in a simultaneous rush. I lunge at her while she leaps into my arms. Lips and teeth smash in a sloppy union while I cinch her legs around me. My palms roam under the hem of her shirt to discover naked skin. Only a tiny scrap of lace conceals her pussy. I snap the elastic at her waist and she bucks against me.
Something crashes to the floor but I don’t pull away to assess the damage. Not while Cassidy is wrapped around me like a Christmas bow. I’m about to give her the package that keeps on giving. As if listening to my plans, she grinds into me again. The motion strokes along my cock. I stumble in desperation, blindly searching for the nearest surface to get balls-deep.
She rips her mouth off mine. “This doesn’t mean I’m agreeing to your terms.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m serious.”
“Me too.”
Additional protests fizzle on her tongue as I kiss her again. I tug on her bottom lip, smoothing the sting with a gentle lick. Heat streaks up my spine in a demand I can’t ignore. This frantic urgency locks me in place even when my feet shuffle restlessly.
Cassidy loops one arm around my shoulders and uses the other to stab in an unseen direction. Her body shifts in my hold, tilting backward to gain momentum. I try to follow her guidance but trip on the rug. After a thorough sweep of her mouth, I force myself to regain composure. Just an ounce. To get where we’re going.
A downward glance snags on a familiar logo I didn’t notice before. “Are you wearing a Mustangs shirt?”
Cassidy huffs, sending red curls flying. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late,” I chuckle. “Bedroom?”
She tries to nudge me along again. “Upstairs.”
Which requires a steep climb. “Here works.”
She gasps as I push her up against the wall. My spread thighs support hers while I rip off her panties. Message received, she fumbles with my jeans. Her haste to free my cock from the restrictive confines aligns with the thunder in my pulse. A collective sigh of victory exhales from us and I steady our position for maximum impact.
Her hand seeks to stroke me but my patience for foreplay has left the building. I slide my length through her slippery arousal. She moans as I lube myself and bump her clit in the process.
My tip is notched at her entrance when a vital detail occurs to me. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”
“I have an implant. Why?” Cassidy’s heavy-lidded gaze searches mine, and then she stills. “Oh, shit. We need a condom. I can’t believe I forgot.”
A powerful surge of devotion rises in my chest. “I don’t want anything between us.”
“Is that safe?”
My nose drifts along hers. “I’ve never gone without. You’ll be the only one to ever ride me bareback.”
“Unprotected sex is risky. Not that condoms are indestructible,” she mumbles absently. “The number of past partners—”
A kiss quiets that unpleasant statement. “I don’t want to talk about anybody but us right now. In this moment. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She seems startled by the blurted response.
I smile against her lips. “That’s just what I wanted to hear, beauty. Are you ready for me?”
Her expression is dazed. “I think so?”
“You’re not sure?”
Cassidy wiggles, feeding herself a taste of me. “I haven’t gotten a look at this prize penis you promised me.”
“By all means,” I rasp and brace myself. “Take every inch.”
Her mouth drops on a soundless scream when I thrust. Hard. One shove gets me halfway. A second slides me home to the hilt. The sensation of being bare inside of her strikes me as a lit fuse. Warmth like I’ve never felt envelops me. I slump against the force, nailing Cassidy on my shaft and the wall at her back.
She goes lax, her head lolling, as I pause to let her accept my size. The adjustment period is for me too. Her tight walls clench around me like a fist trying to suffocate.
She sputters and squirms. “That’s… um, a lot.”
I blink at the spots in my vision. “Are you okay?”
Her nod is bobbled. “Just out of practice, remember?”
“We’ll go slow.” Which is also for my benefit.
Pressure already squeezes my balls. At this rate, I’ll blow my load after a third plunge. Cassidy tests the limits by sinking her weight on me. The slight change pushes my cock deeper. She trembles, which seats her even lower. We’re joined as one. Finally.
Slick heat welcomes me in this paradise. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Good thing or you’d never fit.” There’s a smile in her voice.
“Would’ve given me an excuse to go down on you again.”
“You might be addicted.”
“Guilty,” I murmur into her neck. “You’ll never get rid of me.”
Cassidy doesn’t answer, but the curve on her lips is bliss. I rest my forehead on hers. Our labored breaths mingle and dance. With her in my grip, I gingerly withdraw and glide back in. My palms rest on her ass to set the pace.
“This is…” Cassidy’s comment trails off on a whimper when I slap our hips together.
“Unexpected?” I grind against her, trying to hit a certain spot.
Her eyes bulge. “What…? Is that…?”
I chuckle at her garbled speech. “Ah, you’ve become intimately acquainted with my pubic piercing.”
“Your…?” She quivers when I press harder to stimulate her clit. “Ohhhh, Drake. You really are trouble.”
“Just for your panties.” I nod to the discarded heap I have every intention to pocket later. “Also your pussy. There’s no replacing me.”
Cassidy quakes as I stroke deep. “Ahhhhh… don’t stop. Not sure what magic you’ve got below the belt but give me more.”
“Gauged for your pleasure.” The barbell imbedded at the base of my cock is thick and wide precisely for this purpose.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” she mumbles.
“And you’ll never have to go without ever again.”
“Trouble,” she sighs.
I double my efforts to send her reeling. My dick punches in and out at a fluid tempo meant to reach that pivotal peak. The moan spilling from her lips encourages me to push faster. I bury my face in the notch between her neck and shoulder. A long inhale fuels me with lilacs and renewed purpose. This is just the beginning for us.
Her nails scratch along my scalp before securing a grip. My vision swims while desperation sinks its claws in. There’s a noticeable tension in my balls that squeezes harder with each thrust. Her pussy is just too damn irresistible. I’m not going to last much longer.
Cassidy is shamelessly swiveling her hips to the erratic beat I’m composing. The fact that she’s getting off on me strokes my ego in a vise grip. I straighten to watch her, finding her gaze already locked on me. Each forward drive pounds us to release.
“Come on my cock, beauty.” The command is more of a plea.
“Oh, oh,” she chants. “I’m gonna—”
But she doesn’t finish her sentence as relief comes for her. A spasm clamps her muscles around me. I punch my hips into hers, creating an unbreakable seal where we’re joined. Pressure spreads and spurts from my cock. Warmth explodes throughout my entire body, spilling into hers.
Somehow, the momentum remains fluid when I lose myself to the pleasure she wrings from me. I feel disjointed yet complete. My hands splay across her ass, shoving us tighter together until no end or beginning exists. She scrambles to hold on but the climax sweeps her away in a thrash of limbs. We ride the waves together until a calm settles.
Our heavy exhales fill the quiet house. No words are spoken as we bask in the recovery phase. Sweat slicks our skin. We smell like sex and endless orgasms.
When sensation returns to my legs, I push off from the wall. Cassidy sags in my arms where she belongs. I keep myself lodged deep inside of her. There’s zero chance I’m letting go.
My jeans slide down, reminding me to ditch them. I blindly toe off my boots and manage to leave the discarded denim behind without falling on my ass. The elastic from my boxers restricts my movements as I begin to climb the stairs, reminding me that I missed a step. My hitched stride rouses Cassidy from her stupor.
“Where—?” Her groggy voice tickles my throat.
I nuzzle against her. “We’re not done.”
“No?”
“No,” I state firmly.
Muscle memory steers me in the correct direction. We hadn’t spent much time at the farm, but she invited me and our other friends over once or twice. I wouldn’t have assumed that she would still be in the same bedroom as her childhood. A gut instinct told me otherwise.
I perch on the edge of the mattress with Cassidy straddling my lap. Even in the dark, I admire the flush staining her cheeks. My thumb brushes over a patch of freckles and she leans into me. She wiggles closer, her eyes rounding when my cock twitches. Our combined pleasure is sticky between us but I only feel her coating me.
Her bottom lip pokes out. “You’re still dressed.”
“So are you.” I tap at the Mustangs logo stamped on her chest that revives my arousal.
Cassidy gathers the hem of my shirt and begins to lift. My gaze feasts on hers while she strips me. Her touch drifts along muscles and ink. The gentle caress pumps my shaft to stiff mast.
“You’re like…” Cassidy’s gulp is audible. “Really hot. Super fit. Sculpted from clay. You must belong to several gyms. How often do you go? Daily? Who has time for that? But you’re not too bulky. Just the right amount of strength to toss me around.” She exhales while squeezing my biceps. “Yeahhhh, that’s… nice. Wow. Excuse my blabbering. My mouth is watering. The drool is loosening my tongue. Maybe it’s laced with something.”
My chuckle jostles our position and we share a moan. I shuck my boxers with a downward swoop before scooting to the center of the bed. Cassidy adjusts her position astride me while I prop myself up against a mound of pillows. The action draws her focus to my upper body. She doesn’t bother hiding the blatant desire in her eyes. That need sweeps over me in a fiery blaze, skidding to a halt on the enhancement rooted into my pelvic region.
“Damn, there’s a book boyfriend spreading my pages.”
My palms travel along her thighs. “Glad to hear we’re officially dating.”
She swats my abs. “You know what I mean.”
“That I’m the man of your fictional fantasies brought to life? You’re madly in love with me? We’re about to have sex again? Yes, that came across loud and clear.”
“Uh-huh, right. Stop distracting me.” Cassidy’s hand hovers above the protruding barbell pierced under my skin. “Can I touch it?”
“Please do. That’s all yours.”
She prods at the bump, rolling her fingers back and forth. “Did it hurt?”
I glance at the impulse embellishment. Only the platinum spheres holding the post in place are visible. “Not too bad. Switching to a bigger gage was worse than the initial pain.”
“Well, I appreciate you taking one for the team. And you’re not the only one with surprises.” Cassidy whips off her shirt in a practiced motion. “I’m pierced too.”
My eyes feast on the sight while saliva collects in my mouth. Silver hoops decorate her nipples. Thin and delicate but brazen. “Holy shit, that’s sexy.”
“It’s no pubic piercing.” She rolls her hips to hit the spot.
My fingers pause inches away from her tits before I’ve even realized I moved. “May I?”
“Yes,” she murmurs and thrusts her chest at me.
I cup her breasts, gently sliding the metal through her pebbled peaks. “Fuck, beauty. You’re blowing my mind. I knew you were incredible, but this is…”
She trembles from my fondling. “Shock and awe?”
“To put it mildly,” I breathe.
“These are a gift from me to myself. After nursing twins for almost two years, I developed a strange relationship with my boobs. They didn’t feel like mine anymore, if that makes sense. I’d become a mother and a food source and lost my personal identity in the process. This”—her palms lift to cover mine playing with her pierced nipples—“helped me feel like a woman again. My most important and sacred role is being a mom, but I can also look at myself as sensual. Seductive. Desirable.”
At some point, I begin moving inside her again. Just a lazy rhythm to stoke the smoldering embers. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t be more attracted to you if we were magnets.”
Cassidy’s smile flirts with mine. “Such a line.”
“But true,” I vow.
“Show me,” she urges on a whimper.
And I do just that. There’s no hesitation as I buck upward to fulfill her request. Her back bows when I strike hard. One of my hands drifts along her spine, fingers tangling in her hair. She clutches my head to her breast and matches my strokes. I tongue her nipple, tugging lightly on the jewelry.
“I hope you weren’t planning on getting much sleep,” I murmur into her flesh.
She gasps when her clit rubs along my piercing. “Who could deny this?”
“Not you.”
“Not me. I’m choosing to indulge,” Cassidy confirms. Her grip on me tightens and she adds, “Just this once.”