Chapter Killa
KILLA
Cass becoming jealous at one of the strippers flirting with me had pride filling my chest, and her slowly relaxing into our club solidifies how much she belongs here as part of me.
I shoot a text off to Malice.
Me: Have the chair ready in an hour.
Malice: I have a client.
Me: Yeah, me.
Malice: A paying client.
Me: Deal with it.
Malice: Fucker.
She glances around again for the hundredth time, as if disbelieving she’s here, and I guess it was a dumb move for a first date. I’ve never been on one, so now I’m questioning my choice.
I need to win her over again before the strippers start losing what little clothes they have on. I shuffle toward Cass, and her green orbs narrow in on me. An idea hits me, and I lift my beer bottle. “Open your mouth, Cass.”
“Wh-what?” I grab her chin, tugging on it until her mouth parts. Then I hold the beer high above her mouth and tilt the bottle until beer pours between her waiting lips. “Stick your tongue out,” I rasp in her ear as I pour more.
The beer spills into her mouth and down her chin, sliding down her throat. I waste no time ducking my head and licking the remnants over her ample chest and up her throat until I get to her lips. I squeeze her tits, and my thumbs roam over her peaked nipples.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I crash my lips onto hers and swallow the beer along with her moans of pleasure.
When I pull back, my panting is heavy and wanting. My cock aches with a need only she can satiate, and I consider using one of the back rooms, but I don’t want to push my luck with her.
Her compliance has me eager to roar with happiness, and I’m wary not to screw this up.
We stare at one another, and time stands still, allowing us this moment to convey a thousand words without breathing a single one.
This is more than either of us wants to admit.
This is eternity.
I inch closer to her, and my mouth dries as I tangle my hand in her hair to hold her head in place.
Slowly, I move my lips toward hers, making sure this kiss is everything.
She opens her mouth, and I groan as our tongues wage a war to remain steady and calculated.
They explore with a gentleness unlike our usual brutality, and my cock throbs with envy at us making love with our mouths.
We show each other that this thing between us, this rampant, volatile, obsessive passion can be tamed.
It can be normal.
Our normal.
Before I can recover from the kiss, she throws her leg over me and hoists herself into my lap. Holy fuck. Pure exhilaration fills me; she wants this as much as I do.
She wants me, our hatred be damned.
All softness is gone, and in its place is a little demon claiming her devil.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and when her lips touch mine, I become hers. Her soft hands toy with the hair at the nape of my neck, and she grinds her ass down on me, rubbing her pussy against my cock.
“You keep doing that, I’m gonna come.” I nip at her lip, and she giggles. “You want that, huh?” She pushes down again. “You want me to come in my jeans like a chump?”
Her hardened nipples rub against my chest, and I find my hand wandering up her T-shirt to feel her. She pulls back enough to allow me to tug her bra down, and when I stroke over her nipple, she moans louder into my mouth.
Jesus, she’s hot.
Our tongues explore one another, her ass grinds on me, and my cock pokes at the top of my jeans, flooding my boxers with pre-cum.
Her breaths become ragged, each one closer than the last to her climax.
“Can’t wait to suck milk from your nipples, Cass,” I whisper, only for her ears.
“You gonna give me a baby, let me make your tits all milky until it floods my mouth?” Never in my life have I considered any of this before, but whenever I’m with Cass, I want it all. I’m no longer searching for answers.
Warrior is right. It’s now that matters.
She swirls her hips.
“Fuck, I’m gonna make a mess, baby,” I groan, fumbling with my belt, and she glances down, but I pull her by the lip back toward me with my teeth, forcing our foreheads to crash together.
Our kiss is frantic, but we’re able to watch as the head of my cock springs free, glistening in the strobe lights.
“Watch me come, Cass. Watch me come while I play with your tits,” I growl, and when she presses down on me again, her body tenses, and the most beautiful sight ignites before my eyes.
She throws her head back on a silent scream, and I combust, lifting my T-shirt just in time to watch my cock erupt ropes of hot white cum all over my abs.
“Fuck.”