Chapter Fourteen #2
I look down at the unfinished table of pool and shrug, taking one last drink from the bottle before setting my glass down.
“I’ve got her,” I say as I come toe to toe with Alec.
He sharply pulls Cassi out of my reach and scoffs.
“I think you have your hands full enough as it is.”
Looking over to the direction he points his head, I see Carly slumped over a table while people around her are still dancing. Shit. Is it bad that I forgot she was here?
Sighing to myself, I walk over to her, hauling her up and over my shoulder as I begin walking out of the bar. Alec and Cassi are behind us as I pull out my phone and call a ride.
“Thanks for the drinks and dinner,” Alec says before pausing, “And I guess in a way the job,” he laughs though there isn’t much humor to his tone.
He takes a half of a step away before Cassi pulls her hand out of his.
“I don’t feel confident riding on the back of a bike right now. Little too buzzeded,” she slurs. “I’ll text you.”
Alec frowns like he doesn’t like that as I look to him and nod.
“She’ll be safe.”
He narrows his eyes slightly like he’s not sure he believes me before looking to her.
“If you’re sure.”
She nods and he cups her face, pressing a kiss to her lips that has me looking away roughly. Fuck. Why does that stab me in the goddamn chest.
When they pull apart, Alec gives a lazy wave before heading off in the direction of his bike. Our driver pulls up in the next minute and I carefully set Carly into the back before holding the door open for Cassi. She scooches in and I take the front seat before the driver takes off.
It doesn’t take long to get back to their house and I carefully lift Carly’s snoring ass out of the car and carry her into the house.
Cassi unlocks the door for me and I thank her before moving upstairs.
I lay Carly down into her bed before turning the light off and shutting the door. Still not fucking sleeping with her.
Making my way downstairs, I see the back porch light on and Cassi sitting out there looking up at the sky.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Just hanging out,” she says. “What about you?”
I shrug.
“You good? You seemed a little buzzed at the bar.”
She shakes her head. “I may have been laying it on a little thick.”
Frowning at that, I lean against the doorway.
“Why?”
She moves her head from side to side like she’s contemplating actually answering me before she speaks.
“Alec is wanting to move fast and I don’t know if I’m ready for it, with him.”
I do my best to remain my composure but when she tacks on the with him part, a small piece of me wonders what she means by that. If she really means just him, if she has someone else in mind…fuck, would you listen to me? I’m pathetic.
“Are you saying he’s been pressuring you?” I say, forcing my attention on the far more alarming bit of information she’s shared.
Cassi shakes her head. “No, I just…he’s ready to pick up where we left off and I don’t know if I can…or I want to.”
I don’t say anything for a moment before I cross the deck, taking a seat on the other side of the sectional.
“Have you told him that?”
She shrugs. “No, feels silly to do so. Him basically telling my family we are dating though when we haven’t really discussed anything tells me it might be time for a talk, though,” she laughs bitterly.
“So, you’re not together?” I hedge gently.
She cocks her head to the side slightly.
“Are you asking out of curiosity or personal interest?”
“Does it matter?” I throw back.
“To me,” she says as she tilts her head the other way.
I roll my lips together. I can feel the effects of the scotch. My guard is lowered, my filter practically nonexistent and the words are tumbling from my lips before I can stop them.
“I’m interested, are you together?”
“Kinda, I guess,” she answers.
My stomach turns. I don’t like that answer. Not at all.
“Are you and my sister together?” she asks, catching me off guard.
“What do you mean?”
“You two seem…distant with each other. Did something happen or…is that just how your relationship is? Like are you two just putting up with each other or are you together?”
Recycling her words, I look her straight in the eyes as I speak.
“Kinda…I guess.”
Disappointment colors her features as she nods and looks away. It’s the most emotion I’ve seen her express towards me apart from anger since…that night in the club really. Something about having her attention on me, her desire on me has me scooting a little closer, softening my voice just a little.
“I still can’t…stop, though.”
Those green eyes come back to me once more as she tilts her head to the side.
“Stop?”
“Thinking…about you,” I say over the ball that has suddenly formed in my throat.
My words seem to have stolen the breath from her lungs for a moment before she swallows.
“Me too,” she rasps. “Fucked up, huh? Thinking about my sister’s boyfriend?” she laughs bitterly.
“Not sure it’s as bad as me thinking about my girlfriend’s little sister.”
She blinks, unwinding her arms from around her legs and inching just a hair closer to me as she nods.
“True, you really are a piece of shit.”
A surprise laugh escapes me as I shake my head at her. A breathtaking smile consumes her features and I can’t help but marvel at how she looks like this. I’d do anything to keep her like this forever. Peaceful, happy, fucking beautiful.
Her smile slowly falls, her eyes quickly scanning across my face as my own smile begins to fade. My body is practically screaming to be closer to her, while my mind reminds me what a terrible idea that would be. I’m facing an internal war within myself and I don’t know how to stop it.
Cassi lets out a heavy breath and goes to stand. Disappointment flares inside me because yet again, I’ve blown it and she’s fleeing. Before I can come up with something, anything to convince her to stay out here for just a little longer, she takes a step towards me, and then another.
One leg lifts, resting her knee onto the cushion beside my thigh before she lifts the other and does the same until she’s straddling me. She hasn’t sunk her full weight onto me but when she winds her arms around my neck, my own instinctively wrap around her waist, pressing her down into my lap.
I feel her brush against my hard cock and based off the gasp she lets out, she feels it too.
“Nico,” she breathes out.
I pull one of my arms away from her, pushing my fingers through her hair so I don’t miss a second of her beautiful face. Her wild red locks look so fucking perfect interwoven in my fingers. Like they were always meant to be.
“We shouldn’t,” she says, as she grinds herself against me.
“I know,” I say with clenched teeth, cupping her ass with my free hand and dragging her against me.
Her mouth parts softly and I want nothing more than to bury my cock between her pouty little lips as I speak.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me to let you go. Tell me to walk away, and I will.”
Her breathing is ragged as her eyes flick between my own before she shakes her head.
“Don’t walk away.”
Fuck it.
Slipping my fingers to the nape of her neck, I drag her towards me and crush my mouth to hers. She moans against my lips and a guttural groan sounds from inside my chest as we grind and move together. Her silky tongue wraps around mine as her hands run through my hair.
Kissing her feels better than I even remember. Taking a breath for the first time or having a drink in the middle of a drought doesn’t even come close to describing the euphoria I feel in this moment.
It doesn’t matter that she’s not mine. It doesn’t matter that I’m not hers. Right now, in this moment, she’s the only thing I crave, the only thing I desire, and so selfishly, recklessly, I’m taking her.
Holding her tight to me, I flip her around until her back is pinned against the couch. My mouth moves across her cheek, peppering her neck until I come across her hickey. Anger rages inside me and I can’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into her. She hisses out a pained groan as she snaps at me.
“What the hell?!”
“Punishment for letting that little fucker mark what’s mine.”
She shakes her head as I continue kissing across her chest, licking her cleavage as my hands move to her pants and wiggle them down before pulling my cock out.
“I’m not yours, Nico. This is just a one time thing to break the fucking tension between us.”
I pause all movements for a moment before I line my cock up to her waiting pussy with one hand and grasping her throat with another as I speak.
“We’ll fucking see about that.”
With no warning, I thrust inside her, forcing her to let out a sharp gasp that sounds equal parts pleasure and pain. My cock throbs at the feel of her bare pussy as I withdraw my hips and snap back into her even harder.
“Fuck! Nico! Con-dom, condom,” she says choppily, her voice ragged as I loosen my hold on her a little.
“I don’t have one on me, babygirl. I can pull out and go to the store.”
She looks up at me and shakes her head as her arm pulls my head to her.
“Fuck that.”
Her tongue licks the seam of my lips and I allow her full control of the kiss as I begin thrusting the ever loving shit out of her.
All she can do is hold on because this has been almost a week of pent of sexual tension that I have to let out.
If she thinks one time will be enough for either of us, she’s severely fooling herself.
I’m a logical man, and though logic feels like it has no place in this moment, I know that once of anything when it comes to Cassi Fischer will never be enough. Ever.
“Shit,” Cassi moans as she wiggles on my cock. “You fuck me like you hate me.”
“I do,” I admit. “I hate that you’ve wormed your way under my skin. I hate that you’ve consumed my every thought since the moment we met. I fucking hate that you’ve been fucking that asshole,” I practically snarl.
“And I hate that you’re my sister’s boyfriend,” she throws back.
Touche.
Pushing my cock as deep as I can go into her, her mouth drops open on a silent moan.
“Do I feel like your sister’s boyfriend, right now, Cassi?”
“Fuck,” she mutters as I do it again and again.
“Do I?” I ask, rubbing my tip against her gspot as she shutters.
Those green gems come to me, swirling with lust as she shakes her head.
“Not tonight.”
Fuck. I should feel a hell of a lot more guilty for this but how can I when it’s so fucking hot? When it’s her and she’s so hot? When this thing between us is as effortless as breathing.
My hand trails down her body, moving to her clit as I begin rubbing her. She squirms in my lap as she reaches between us and grabs my balls, massaging them in a way that has me cursing.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come, Cassi.”
“Good,” she says. “Come thinking of me and only me. Come thinking about how good it feels to be buried in my cunt and how you never want to stop,” she says as her eyes roll into the back of her head and her mouth lets out a whiney moan.
I’m quick to cover it with my other hand as I feel my own orgasm take over me. Her pussy spasms and squeezes me as my cum floods her. My thrusting doesn’t slow as I fuck it deeper and deeper only pausing when I’m fully spent as I collapse on top of her.
We lay there for several seconds, breathless and drained before I slowly lean up to look down at her. Before I can ask her if she’s okay or anything she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine before she whispers against me.
“Let’s go to bed.”