8. Blakely
BLAKELY
I grab the next shirt from the laundry basket. Tucking in the sleeves, I fold the remaining fabric in half before setting it on the stack of already folded shirts. I can’t keep the smile off my face, even as I do such a mundane task as laundry.
Being with Cassian makes everything better. Even breathing. It’s like I’m finally taking full breaths for the first time in years. Maybe the first time ever. Without crushing fear and paralyzing anxiety, I feel lighter and brighter in almost every way.
Cassian and I spent yesterday afternoon touring the work site.
He showed me the plans for the town, though he admitted they still had a lot of work to do.
Cassian had so much pride when talking about the construction projects and all the work he's already put into the place.
I could tell he was trying to impress me or, at the very least, show me the town's potential.
I'm starting to believe he wants me to stay with him for good.
"There you are," Cassian says, coming up behind me and snaking his arms around my waist. I love that this is becoming another normal thing for us. It feels so natural like we've always held each other this way. "What are you up to? I just got done with the project I was working on in the backyard."
“Just folding some laundry,” I reply, melting into his chest.
Cassian lets out a grunt, the sound vibrating through him and into me. “I told you already, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You don’t have to earn your keep.”
"I know," I say softly, turning my head so I can brush a kiss on the side of his neck. "But what if I want to take care of you?"
A tortured groan leaves his lips as his hands slide down my body, touching every inch of my torso and hips. I’d be self-conscious about my extra weight, but Cassian seems to like everything about me. My suspicions are confirmed when he rubs his thick, hard length against my ass, making me moan.
“Can I take care of you, beautiful?” he asks, his voice gruff with need.
“W-what do you mean?” My question trails off into a soft whimper as he dips his fingertips under the hem of my shirt. His teasing touch ignites a fire that hasn’t been doused since our kiss yesterday. It’s been simmering, brewing, boiling… and now it’s about to consume us both.
“Do you trust me?”
Cassian keeps asking me that. Each time, my answer becomes easier. “Yes,” I say with a nod.
“Good girl.” My pussy spasms at his words, and I swear Cassian smells me getting wet for him as he groans and cups my bare breasts beneath my shirt. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Cassian kisses across my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone. I find myself nodding, going along with his demands so I can have more of his skin on my skin. I want to give him everything, all of me. I want him to be my first, and I pray he’ll be my last. My only.
“Tell me,” he growls softly into the hollow of my neck before licking me there.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Yes, what?” he grunts, kissing his way back up my neck and pulling my earlobe in between his teeth.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I breathe.
“Damn right you are,” he says before spinning me and claiming my lips as his own.
All other thoughts and worries about the future fall out of my head. All I can focus on is being backed into the desk in the corner of the living room and lifted by Cassian’s hands on my thighs. I part my legs for him, whimpering when he steps in between them and rubs his hard cock over my center.
“Fuck, I feel your heat. Are you wet for me? Do you need this, Blakely?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin material of the sweatpants I’m wearing.
“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.
Cassian kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, his touch.
“Please,” I gasp, unsure of what I’m asking for.
Cassian grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy over the fabric of my clothes. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.
“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.
“So why don’t you touch me for real?”
His eyes go dark and his jaw tenses before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. When he tears himself away, it’s so he can kneel and press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the fabric.
Cassian growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my pants. I lift my hips and watch as he peels them off in one swift move.
“This okay, Blakely?” he asks, pausing with his hands on my knees, looking me in the eye to ensure I mean what I say.
I nod. “I want to feel you. I want whatever you’ll give me.”
“Jesus, you’re perfect.”
With that, he yanks my legs wide open so I’m spread out before him on the desk. Cassian flattens his tongue and takes a long, slow lick up the seam of my pussy, stopping to flick my clit and suck on the swollen ball of nerves.
I moan and fall back on the desk, allowing Cassian to guide one of my legs over his shoulder and then the other. I tilt my head up and watch Cassian as he stares at my pussy. Something about that is inexplicably hot. I clench, and more of my juices leak out of me.
“So wet…” Cassian growls before shoving his face in between my thighs and making me crazy with need.
He eats me out in desperate, forceful strokes. His tongue plunges inside my tight little hole, in and out, and back up to circle my clit. I cry out and claw the desk, seeking something to keep me grounded during this hurricane of pleasure.
Cassian pulls back for a second, making me whine in frustration. He grabs my hands and puts them on his head. I instantly fist his hair, which causes him to grunt in approval. “You need to hang on to something, you hang on to me , baby girl.”
I nod and shove his head in between my legs again, making him chuckle into my soaking wet folds. I feel the vibrations every-fucking-where, putting me right on the edge.
Cassian sucks on my clit and thrusts a finger inside me without warning. I moan at the unexpected invasion, wiggling my hips to get him to go deeper.
He leans back slightly so he can watch himself fuck me with his finger. The sloppy, wet sounds fill the small room and make me tremble in anticipation. I can’t contain the whimper that spills out when he adds a second finger. I’m close, so, so close…
Cassian’s eyes snap to mine. He looks at me like he’s going to rip me to shreds with his intense desire. I can’t wait to let him. I slam my eyes shut as a delicious wave of ecstasy sweeps through my body and rattles my bones.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Goddamn, this juicy cunt,” he grunts before leaning down and sucking on my clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
I hold my breath as my muscles draw up tight.
For a moment I’m suspended in empty space, hovering, flying.
The hard, merciless rhythm of his tongue is almost painful on my clit, overwhelming in the most glorious way.
He twists his fingers and curls them up, breaking the tension over my body as the first wave of my orgasm floods through me.
I bow my back off the desk and cry out, my legs slamming shut against his head, trapping him there.
Cassian slides his hands under my ass and squeezes the soft flesh.
Hard. I buck against his mouth as my orgasm drips out of me.
The thought of marking him with my release is so filthy, yet such a turn-on.
I grind against him again, nearly losing my mind when he growls and bites down on my clit.
The sting of his teeth, followed by the smooth heat of his tongue, has me coming again. The orgasm quickly rips through my body, leaving me breathless and unable to move once I come down.
Cassian lowers my legs and scoops me up, carrying me bridal style through the cabin. I laugh softly and kick my legs, peppering kisses along his jaw and neck until we get to the bedroom.
He looks down at me with unbridled lust, which is only magnified when I see his mouth still glistening with my release. I don’t stop to think about it; I lean up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and moaning softly as he opens up for me.
One minute, we’re licking and kissing and devouring each other, and the next, I’m falling through the air, only to land on the bed.
Taking the hint, I sit up and whip my t-shirt over my head so I’m only in my bra.
Cassian’s eyes are wide, almost like a cartoon character.
I giggle and then moan when Cassian climbs on top of me and takes my lips in another wild kiss.
I spread my legs for him, my bare pussy grinding against his jean-covered cock.
“Such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, Blakely?” Cassian whispers as he drags his nose and lips down my throat and chest, placing a kiss between my breasts.
“Only for you,” I tell him truthfully.
Cassian looks up from in between my breasts, his eyes soft this time. I can tell he likes that he’s my first everything. I like it, too.
“I want to see you, too,” I pout, remembering all his delicious muscles from the morning I walked in on him working out.
Cassian looks conflicted like he wants to be naked but doesn't want to leave me for a single second.
"Let me help," I offer, giving him what I hope is a sexy smile.
“That’s the best damn idea I’ve heard in a long time, sweetheart.” He winks at me, leaning back when I push on his chest.
Together, we stand and strip him out of everything until we’re face to face, Cassian in his boxer briefs and me in my bra. He reaches out and cups my breasts, then slides his hands to my back to undo the clasp.
“Wait,” I whisper, my heart thudding uncontrollably in my chest.
Cassian freezes, his deep green eyes searching mine to see what’s wrong.
“You first,” I say with a grin, eyeing his barely contained erection.