29. Cassidy
CASSIDY
I drifted slowly into consciousness, aware of waves of pleasure rippling through my body before I was fully awake. Still heavy with sleep, I felt the warm wetness between my legs, the gentle but insistent pressure of Harle’s tongue swirling against my clit. He had both hands wrapped around the backs of my thighs, my legs pushed up and out, giving him easy access. And oh god, did it feel good.
My breathing deepened as I shifted restlessly, goosebumps flaring across my skin. When I finally opened my eyes, I couldn’t hold back the low moan. So fucking hot, with his head buried between my legs, looking like there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be.
My hips bucked involuntarily as Harle’s tongue worked its magic. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging gently. “Oh god, Harle,” I gasped out.
He hummed against me, sending vibrations through me. My thighs trembled as exquisite heat burned through me. Harle slid one hand up my body, palming my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“Don’t forget to make some noise, darlin’. It really gets me going.”
My back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Harle’s tongue was relentless, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I gripped the sheets with one hand, the other still tangled in his hair.
“Harle, oh god,” I moaned, louder this time, my inhibitions melting away.
He growled in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. My hips rocked against his face, chasing that elusive peak. Harle’s fingers dug into my thighs, holding me in place as he doubled his efforts.
The tension built and built, winding me up until I was teetering on the brink of ecstasy. My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I writhed beneath him.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.
Harle seemed to know exactly what I needed. He sucked my clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, pushing me right to the edge.
“Oh fuck, Harle!” I cried out, my body trembling. “I’m going to-”
“Louder, darlin’.”
“Harle!” I screamed, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My back arched off the bed, thighs clamping around Harle’s head as the orgasm ripped through me.
Harle didn’t let up, his tongue working me through every aftershock. I shuddered, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. When I finally came down from the high, I collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily.
Harle crawled up my body, a self-satisfied grin on his face. “Good morning, darlin’,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I let out a breathless laugh. “Good morning indeed.” My body felt boneless, thoroughly sated.
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with those piercing blue eyes. “How’re you feeling?”
“Amazing,” I admitted, stretching languidly. “That was... wow.”
His grin widened. “Glad to hear it.” He traced lazy patterns on my skin, sending little shivers through me. “You know, I could get used to waking up like this.”
The words sent a jolt through me, a mix of excitement and fear. It wasn’t just the intimacy of the moment. It was the casual way he talked about a future, about making this more than our ten-day arrangement. My throat tightened around all the words I didn’t know how to say.
“Don’t overthink it.”
Sometimes I really didn’t like how he could read me so easily. Without another word, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. He moved so his body was covering mine, kissing me slowly, luxuriously, until I was boneless beneath him.
When we broke apart, both breathing heavily, I could feel his hardness pressing between my legs. I was happy just to lie there and let him have his way with me, because there was no way I was going to have two orgasms in the space of a few minutes.
But Harle had other ideas. He reached between us, running his fingers ever so gently across my swollen, sensitive clit.
“I’ve never come twice. I don’t think I can…”
“Well, last week you’d never come during sex.” He pushed two fingers inside me, then eased them out again to rub lightly at my clit. Playing me like a fucking fiddle. “So how about we just give it a try, huh? Unless you have somewhere else you’d rather be?”
I shook my head. “Definitely not.”
In and out with the fingers again. “Mmm, you’re such a good girl for me, Cassidy.”
I melted. Just straight up melted.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I do.”
He bent his head, taking my nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue over it. Liquid fire poured into my system and I let out a moan.
Moving to the other breast, he gave it the same treatment, still pumping into me with his fingers. I moaned again, louder this time.
“That’s it. Show me how you like it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
I whimpered as Harle pulled away from me, lifting himself up onto his knees between my legs. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, his gaze holding mine captive as he fisted his cock. The head was flushed and wet, and I shivered as he rubbed it against my clit. Up and down, the sensation building until I was squirming beneath him.
“Remember, I like it loud.” His voice was low and rough, skittering across my skin.
I bit my lip, torn between the instinct to stay quiet and the need to scream out my pleasure. Harle grabbed my thighs, pushing my legs up and out, spreading me wide. I was open and exposed, completely vulnerable to him.
Then he thrust inside me.
My back arched off the bed, the scream tearing from my throat. My fingers dug into the mattress, my body convulsing around Harle’s. He felt so good, stretching me, filling me up.
“Fuck, darlin’, you take my cock so good,” he growled, his voice full of approval.
I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washed over me. Harle began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, then faster and harder as he picked up the pace. I could feel him, thick and hard, hitting all the right spots. My breath caught in my throat, my body moving with his, matching his rhythm.
“That’s it, Cassidy. Take it.” His voice was hoarse, full of grit and need. “You like my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice a mere whisper.
He grunted, speeding up his thrusts. I could feel the bed rocking beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful stroke. My breasts bounced with the force of his movements, my skin slick with sweat.
Harle’s hands gripped my thighs harder, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place, his muscles straining. His gaze was laser focused on where our bodies joined, his thrusts became more erratic as he chased his release.
I couldn’t hold back the cries as the coil snapped, pleasure exploding through me. “Harle!” I screamed as I came, my vision going white.
Harle thrust into me a few more times, his own release coming hard and fast. He threw his head back, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath hot on my neck. My body was still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm, little aftershocks rippling through me.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my voice hoarse from screaming.
Harle chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “You can say that again.”
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath. I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it was. He nuzzled into my neck, pressing gentle kisses along my collarbone.
“You good?” he murmured, lifting his head to look at me.
I nodded, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Fuck, yes.”
Harle grinned, rolling off me and onto his side. He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. “Told you you could do it twice.”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in years. “I stand corrected.”
“Mmm, I like being right,” Harle teased.
I ran my hand over his chest. “Yeah, I don’t hate it. So, since this works out so well, can I fuck you in your sleep?”
“You sure can. As long as you wake me up before you’re done. Watching you come is my new favorite show.”
He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my palm. The gesture was surprisingly tender, and I felt a flutter in my chest that had nothing to do with what we’d just done.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the dangerous path my thoughts were taking.
“Yard work in the morning for me. You can do what you like. Then in the afternoon we can take a walk around the lake. I’ve got just the outfit for you.”
“I’m not walking around the lake in a slinky nightgown!”
“Why not?”
“Someone’ll see me.”
“No they won’t. There’s no one for miles up or down the lake. It’s private property.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Private property, owned by whom?”
“Me.”
Now I was blinking at him, bemused. “You own hundreds of acres of lake front property?”
“Yep. I like the quiet and it was the only way to get it.”
Not that I was a real estate expert, but I was pretty sure that you wouldn’t get much change from a few million dollars for that much land. How had he afforded that as a handyman? I wanted, desperately, to ask him, but knew that would be going too far. So instead, I said, “I guess you’d better show me this outfit, then.”
“I guess I’d better.”
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, watching Harle climb from the bed and stride across the room. It was hard to tear my eyes away from that muscular body, but I managed to drag my gaze upwards to his face. He caught me looking and winked, causing a delicious flutter deep in my belly.
Opening his wardrobe, he grabbed a pair of jeans and shucked them on, then a tight black tee.
Then he retrieved what had to be the most daring outfit yet – a barely-there red nightgown that caught the morning light like liquid fire. The matching knickers were little more than wisps of lace, and black suspenders completed the ensemble.
“Come here,” he commanded softly.
My legs were still shaky as I slid from the bed. I stood before him, completely naked, fighting the urge to cover myself as his gaze traveled slowly over my body. The heat in his eyes made my skin tingle.
Harle lifted the nightgown, gathering it in his hands. “Arms up,” he murmured. The silk whispered against my skin as he slid it down over my body, his knuckles grazing my sides.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed, drawing me between his legs. “Lift your foot,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. I placed my hand on his broad shoulder for balance, the muscle warm and solid beneath my palm as I raised my left foot.
Harle rolled the stocking with careful precision, gathering the silk between his fingers. The material whispered against my skin as he guided it up my calf, past my knee, his knuckles grazing my thigh. My breath hitched at the intimate touch.
“Other foot.” His command was soft but firm. I shifted my weight, grateful for the anchor of his shoulder as he repeated the process with the second stocking.
The suspender clips made tiny snapping sounds as he fastened them, first the front, then reaching around to secure the back. His touch was methodical, almost reverent, each small adjustment sending shivers across my skin.
When he finished with the last clip, his hands slid up the backs of my thighs, coming to rest on my ass.
“Pancakes?”
I blinked twice as his question pushed through the haze in my mind. “Oh, um, for breakfast do you mean?”
When he finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, that familiar wicked gleam was back in his eyes. “Unless you had something else in mind?” His hands squeezed gently where they still rested on my ass.
I laughed, the tension breaking. “Pancakes sound perfect.”