9. Cassian
CASSIAN
I wake up with a smile, remembering everything that happened last night. God, being with Blakely, finally feeling her silky heat, joining with her completely… Fuck, it was everything.
I roll over to see if she’s ready for round two, but she’s not in bed.
What the hell?
I shoot up out of bed, hoping my girl didn’t step out on me. My mind flashes to Huxley and his girl, Jordan. She left him the morning after and stepped right into a shitstorm. Thankfully, the two are back together now, but that does little to ease the panic and pressure building in my chest.
Then I hear the shower running and get all sorts of dirty ideas—ones I plan on pursuing very soon.
I’m still naked from the night before, so I walk into the bathroom and marvel at the silhouette of Blakely through the shower curtain.
She’s so beautiful it hurts to look at her sometimes.
I think about the life she had before I found her, how she was discarded, abused, neglected, and worse…
I vow to make up for every bad thing that’s ever happened to her.
My girl will only know happiness and safety from now on.
Pulling the shower curtain back, I’m greeted with the most perfect sight in the world.
My Blakely, dripping wet, with a sexy as fuck little grin on her face.
I step in and slide my hands all over her body, memorizing every dip and curve before pulling her in for a kiss.
God, I missed the taste of her mouth, and it’s barely been eight hours.
“I was wondering when you’d join me,” she purrs.
I groan into the side of her neck as I suck and nibble her skin the way she likes. She trembles as my mouth works up and down the slender column. Her hand slides down my abs and grips my cock, already hard for her.
“Fuck me,” I grunt as I buck my hips into her hand.
She works me over, sliding up and down. “Yeah, that’s the idea,” she whispers.
I growl and kiss my way down to her perky, perfect tits, nibbling on one breast and then the other. Blakely sucks in a breath and gives me a soft moan, one that spurs me on as I continue to lick her nipple and scrape my teeth over the hard little peak.
I slide a finger up her slit and circle her clit. Blakely’s knees shake, and I hold her up, chuckling into her skin. “Love how responsive you are, baby. Are you ready for me?”
“Y-yes, pl-please…oh!” She cries out as I dip a finger into her entrance, still so tight for me.
“You’re not too sore?”
“No, ah… I’m ready, oh god, oh my god .” Her voice cracks as I continue to finger her slowly, building her up and then backing down when she’s close to the edge.
Her hand has stopped stroking my dick; she's so caught up in what I'm doing to her. It's probably for the best because I could come from watching her writhe and melt in my hands, and I want this to last longer.
Blakely grips my biceps and rests her head on my chest, trembling and gasping for air. I love seeing her like this, so lost in lust, in pleasure.
I withdraw my hand, and she whines in protest, giving me the cutest little angry face.
I can’t help but kiss her as I guide her back to the wall.
My hands slide down her curvy frame and grip her ass, lifting her and pinning her to the wall.
Her legs automatically go around me, her arms looping around my neck.
Blakely moans so perfectly for me when she feels my cock rub up and down her slit, the head hitting her clit every time.
“Please, Cassian, I can’t take any more, just please…”
“Please, what, baby? Tell me what you want.” I thrust harder, faster, growling when her pussy lips try to suck me in. “Tell me what this greedy little cunt needs.”
She gets impossibly wetter, her pussy releasing more of her sweet juices as I talk dirty to her. I love that my girl gets off on my filthy words.
“I need… Please… Oh god, fuck me, Cassian, fuck me so hard…”
I don’t waste another second; her words almost make me come on the spot. I find her entrance and shove my dick inside, hitting her deep and making us both cry out.
“Shit, Blakely, so goddamn tight.” I still inside her, relishing how her pussy squeezes and pulses around my hard shaft. “Such a good girl, telling me what you need. Fuck .”
I groan when her thighs tighten around me, loving the way she responds to my praise.
“You’re so big. God, you feel so good.” Blakely wriggles in my hands, her body letting me know she’s ready for more.
Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back inside, my dick not wanting to be away from his new home any longer than necessary.
“Cassian! Yes. Oh, god…”
Blakely’s fingernails dig into the back of my neck as she pulls me down for a heated kiss. She bites my bottom lip as I thrust into her, fucking her good and hard like she asked. I grind my cock deep inside her sweet cunt before pulling out and thrusting back in.
She sucks my tongue inside her mouth and moans around me, jerking her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. I grip her ass tightly, helping her slide up and down my cock.
“Cassian, you’re so deep like this. So good…”
I grunt in response, unable to say anything else. I’m so lost inside her that words fail me. My spine tingles, my balls draw up tight, and I need her to get there with me.
As if sensing my impending orgasm, Blakely shakes, her pussy pulsing, throbbing, begging me to fuck her harder. Our bodies are in perfect sync as I piston in and out. She cries out, a desperate, aching sound escaping her throat. Or maybe that’s me; I can’t tell anymore.
We’re both grunting, fucking, and kissing with wild abandon. My orgasm rips through me right as her pussy snaps. We come together, scream together, tense and release together. It’s intense, primal, and so fucking perfect.
My legs give out as the last of my cum shoots inside her.
Gently, I guide us to the floor of the shower, feeling our combined juices dribble out of Blakely’s pussy.
It makes me leak more cum inside her, knowing I filled her up to the brim.
Some part of my brain takes note that we haven’t used a condom once, but I can’t seem to give a fuck.
Leaning against the shower wall, I hug Blakely into my chest. She buries her head in my neck, her body limp and sated.
“You okay, baby?”
She nods. “So good.” It comes out as a sigh, making me smile.
“Me too,” I say softly.
We sit like that until the water runs cold. I help her out of the shower and dry us off.
Back in the room, Blakely digs through the dresser to find some clothes, but I loop my arms around her waist, her back to my front. She giggles and leans into me.
“You’re perfect, baby girl,” I tell her as I kiss her temple.
“Mmm, you’re not so bad yourself,” she teases.
I spin her around and cup her face, drawing her in for a deep and passionate kiss. When we break apart, I rest my forehead on hers and breathe her in. “Come with me,” I murmur, taking her hand and leading her to the bed.
She looks up at me, questions in her eyes. I pull back the covers and crawl into bed, resting my back against the headboard and opening my arms in invitation. Blakely joins me, curling up against my side as I cover us with the blankets and hold her close.
“I have to ask,” I start before taking a deep breath and trying again. This is going to be a hard conversation to have, but we need to have it. “What happened that sent you running off into the wilderness? How did you end up camped out at a construction site?”
Blakely stills, her muscles growing rigid as she decides how to answer. Finally, she takes a breath and surrenders her weight to me, melting against my side while I try to infuse some of my strength into her.
“I already told you I never knew my parents,” she whispers.
“I honestly don’t remember a lot of my early childhood, but I think that’s for the best. Some of my first memories are around seven.
I had my first real birthday party with a cake and everything.
My aunt and uncle never gave me things like that.
I guess that’s probably why I ate way too much and got sick to my stomach.
I threw up all over the kitchen table.” She pauses, then lets out the breath she was holding.
“That was the first time my uncle hit me.”
"Baby, no," I murmur, bundling her impossibly closer to me. I want to cover her, shield her from every bad thing. For now, however, all I need to do is listen.
“He always had a violent streak. For a while, Uncle Terry was a professional boxer. That helped get some of his rage out. Until he started taking steroids and got banned from the competitive circuits, that is. All that anger had to go somewhere.”
She shrugs as if that’s just the way life is. It kills me that she accepts this as part of life. I suppose, in her experience, it is.
“Mostly, he directed the violence toward my aunt. After a few years, though, she started fighting back. I guess Uncle Terry needed an easier target. Since then, it felt like both of them were against me. I know they didn’t ask for a kid, and my mom forced them to take me in, but I don’t think…
” Blakely exhales and takes a deep breath.
I can tell whatever she’s going to say next has never been spoken out loud before.
“I don’t think I deserved that treatment.
It wasn’t my fault for being born. It wasn’t my fault that my mom abandoned me.
It wasn’t… It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault,” she repeats, softer this time, almost like she’s whispering it to herself.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I encourage. “It wasn’t your fault.”
She nods and sniffles, the first tear falling down her creamy, porcelain cheek.
I hold her through it all, whispering words of comfort. “I’ve got you,” I tell her, kissing her temple and forehead as I rock my girl back and forth.
Blakely straightens after a while, readjusting and snuggling back up against me. I comb my fingers through her hair, waiting for her to continue.