30. Harle
HARLE
C assidy walked beside me, looking hotter than sin in her red negligee. I fucking knew those stockings would be the death of me, but no regrets. If my time was up, I’d die happy, that’s for sure.
The late afternoon air was fresh. Max and Buddy ran ahead of us on the trail, every now and then doubling back to check on us.
Suddenly, Cassidy bumped me with her hip. “Hey, Harle, wanna hear a joke?”
I raised an eyebrow, a grin already tugging at my lips. “Always. Hit me.”
She cleared her throat, putting on a mock-serious expression. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?”
I played along, pretending to think hard. “Hmm. I don’t know, why?”
“Because they don’t have the guts.” Her eyes widened theatrically as she delivered the punchline, waiting for my reaction. She’d never looked more gorgeous.
I chuckled. “Fuck, that’s terrible. Absolutely awful.”
She beamed, clearly proud of herself. “Your turn. Top that.”
I rubbed my beard, pretending to ponder. “Alright, alright. What do you call fake spaghetti?”
She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “I don’t know. What?”
“An impasta.”
Groaning, she rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Okay, that was worse than mine.”
“Hey, you asked for it,” I shot back, nudging her lightly with my elbow.
We walked a few more steps before she spoke up again. “Alright, I’ve got another one. What did the ocean say to the beach?”
“Hmm,” I hummed, pretending to concentrate. “No idea.”
“Nothing, it just waved.”
I let out another laugh, shaking my head. “You’re on fire today, Cass.”
She grinned, her steps a little lighter now, her eyes glancing over at me. “Your turn. One more.”
I chuckled, enjoying the back-and-forth, the way her laughter seemed to make the whole world brighter. “Okay, last one. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”
“Don’t know. Why?”
“Because he was outstanding in his field.”
She burst out laughing, “That’s so bad, it’s good.”
I smiled, watching her, feeling something warm settle in my chest. There was something about seeing her like this, so carefree, that made me want to hold onto this moment just a little longer. Just us, the lake, and the light in her eyes.
We walked a while longer, until I noticed Cassidy slowing down. Figuring it was the sandals she was wearing, I said, “You wanna head back?”
“Sure.”
As we turned back, I felt the almost overwhelming urge to reach out and take her hand. But I knew she wouldn’t want that, so I checked it, letting my hand hang loose at my side, my fingers brushing against my thigh instead.
When we reached the cabin, I sat down on the wide recliner on the deck, sinking into it with a sigh. Cassidy followed, hesitating for a moment before sitting down next to me. She was close enough that her warmth seeped through the space between us. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes, letting the peace of the moment wash over me.
Cassidy shifted next to me, then went still. When she moved again, her leg brushed against mine. Was she edging closer to me? Unable to resist, I laid my hand on her leg, just above the stocking and circled gently with my thumb.
The wind rustling through the trees was nice, as was the water lapping at the shore. Very peaceful. Cassidy wasn’t feeling it though, that’s for sure. More shifting around, then huffing. She settled for a few moments, then moved again so that her leg was flush with mine.
Something was clearly bothering her and as much as I wanted her to just come out and say it, that obviously wasn’t going to happen. So I turned my head slightly, opening one eye and squinting at her.
“You got ants in your pants, or something?”
She kept her eyes downcast, toying with the hem of the negligee. “No, I just figured...”
I needed both eyes open for this. “You figured what?”
“That you would, um, have made a move on me by now.”
The blush slayed me, every fucking time. As did the confused frown. Beyond adorable. “So you’re all antsy because you want me to fuck you, but I haven’t made the move.”
“Um, yeah. Something like that.”
“You can just say so, you know.”
“Really?” The shadow of doubt in her eyes hurt me, though.
“Of course. Free use for me doesn’t mean no use for you. Shoot your shot, darlin’.”
She hesitated for only a moment before dragging in a breath, squaring her shoulders and climbing into my lap, straddling me.
I had to grit my teeth against the surge of heat that slammed into me. Her eyes met mine, a mix of nervousness and desire swirling in their depths.
“How’s this?”
I nodded, running my hands up her thighs, to her hips. “You’re doing well so far.”
She leaned in, hesitating for just a moment before pressing her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as I pulled her closer. My hands slid up her back, feeling the silky material of the negligee beneath my fingers.
Cassidy’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently as she ground her hips against mine. I groaned into her mouth, my grip on her tightening. When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily.
“Fuck, Cass.” I trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She tilted her head, giving me better access, a soft moan escaping her lips.
My hands found the hem of her negligee, slowly pushing it up her thighs. “This what you had in mind?”
She nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please, Harle.”
I smiled, enjoying the way she squirmed in my lap. “Well, since you asked so nicely...”
My hands continued their journey upwards, pushing the negligee higher. Cassidy lifted her arms, allowing me to pull it off completely. I tossed it aside, drinking in the sight of her in the crotchless panties, suspenders and stockings.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, my hands roaming over her newly exposed skin. I went to pull her close so I could kiss her, but she slapped her hands on my chest, stopping me.
“Uh uh. I’m in charge.”
Grinning at her, I held my hands up in surrender. “Off you go, then.”
Cassidy ran her hands down my chest, her fingers feather-light, sending little sparks of electricity dancing over my skin. I sucked in a breath as she reached the hem of my shirt, her hands sliding underneath.
“Arms up.”
I did as I was told and with a smooth movement, she lifted the shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
Her hands returned to my chest, her fingertips skimming over my skin, making my pulse leap. Her eyes darkened with desire as she took in the hard planes of my body and I felt my cock twitch in anticipation.
Leaning in, she pressed her lips to mine again, the kiss hungry and demanding. I groaned, my hands sliding into her hair, holding her to me as our tongues tangled.
Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down my neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin just below my ear. I felt the smile on her lips at my sharp intake of breath.
She traced the corded muscles down my arm. It was insane how such a light touch could be such a turn on. My stomach muscles clenched when her hands roamed over my abs and I had to curl my hands into fists to stop from taking over.
She shifted so she was kneeling between my knees. My pulse hammered in my veins as she undid my jeans, slowly lowering the zipper. Her fingers brushed against me as she pushed the denim down my thighs, freeing me.
I swallowed hard as she wrapped her hand around my cock, her grip sure and tight. Her thumb traced the tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to swipe over the head. Once. Twice.
My breath hitched as she took me into her mouth, her eyes still holding mine, gauging my reaction. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around me as she took me deeper. I bit back a groan, reaching down to gather her hair in my hands and lifting it off her face, so I could watch her work.
She set a steady pace, squeezing me with one hand and cupping my balls with the other, watching me all the while.
“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Pleasure flickered in her gaze at my praise.
“God, you suck my cock so good, darlin’.”
“Mmm.” Her eyes drifted closed and it was like she doubled her effort, squeezing, stroking, sucking and whimpering.
It was the whimper that did it. I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my body, my breath coming in short gasps as I struggled to hold on, to prolong this delicious torture.
“Fuck, Cassidy...” I tugged gently on her, urging her to open her eyes and look at me again. “Get up here.”
Cassidy did as I said, a sultry smile on her lips as she crawled up my body, her hands braced on my chest for balance as she got into position. Her eyes were bright with desire, and I felt a rush of heat as I reached down and pulled her panties aside. Then she sank down, taking me inside her.
Fuck, she was so wet and warm, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I let out a groan, my hands moving to grip her hips, guiding her as she began to move.
Her eyes drifted shut and her head fell back. The way her breasts swayed with each rock of her hips, her hands planted on my chest for leverage, almost did me in. I looked my fill, drinking in the sight of her, wanting to brand it into my memory. The way her skin flushed, the way her muscles flexed, the way her mouth fell open as she began to ride me harder.
“You like that, don’t you, darlin’?”
Her eyes snapped open, a spark of something wild in their depths. “Yes,” she breathed.
“Play with your tits for me,” I whispered, sliding my thumb against her clit, circling it gently. “Show me what you like.”
A shudder ran through her and I felt her body clench around me as her hands moved to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. She squeezed, biting her lip, her hips never stopping their rhythmic movement.
“That’s it, Cass. Let me see how you touch yourself.”
At my words, she groaned, her head falling back again, her hips stuttering as she quickened her pace. Her hands pinched and teased, plucking at her nipples, her breathing growing heavier.
I could feel her body tensing, her pussy fluttering around my cock. I sped up my thumb, pressing against her clit, wanting to push her over the edge. “That’s it. Let go.”
With a cry, she shattered. I felt her come apart, felt her pulse and clench around me, and it sent me over the edge. I thrust up into her, my body shaking as I came inside her in a hot rush.
She collapsed against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, her breath hot against my neck. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath.
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin. “That’s my girl.”
I stroked Cassidy’s back lightly, feeling her warm skin beneath my fingertips. Her breathing slowed and she seemed content to just lie there, draped over me like a blanket. I smiled to myself, realizing she hadn’t even noticed she was snuggling up to me. With how good she felt, I sure as hell wasn’t going to point it out.
The breeze off the lake cooled our sweat-slicked skin, and I savored the weight of her body against mine. It felt so fucking right, having her here like this, that it made my heart ache.
But then I felt her tense, her muscles going rigid under my hands. It was like she realized that she was all cuddled up to me and we can’t have that. Fuck it. Before she could pull away, I tightened my arms around her.
“Stay a while,” I murmured.
For a moment, she hesitated. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head, debating what she should do. But then she let out a shuddering sigh, all the tension leaving her body as she dropped her head back to my shoulder.
I resumed stroking her back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. This wasn’t part of our arrangement, but damn if it didn’t feel good.