12. Cassie
12
CASSIE
“ C assie, oh, my God, Cassie, that feels so good.” I sit bolt upright next to Benji, watching him moan out my name in sheer delight over and over again. Judging by the way his cock is standing to attention, a fact I wouldn’t be able to miss even if I wasn’t exactly looking, I can tell what he’s dreaming about, and my God, he’s affecting me. “Cassie, I want more, I want you…”
There’s a storm cloud brewing in the pit of my stomach, one with lightning bolts so fierce, I can’t ignore them. Benji is a sexy, muscular man who has created space dust within me from the very first moment I realized who he was. I might have tried to put it down to his being my hero and nothing more, but honestly, I know the truth. It’s an attraction so powerful I might explode.
He screams out sexuality as well. I just know he’ll be able to make me see fucking stars. He’s a man , and not just because he’s clearly a few years older than me but because I can tell he knows what to do with his body, with a woman’s body. I’ve only ever dated boys before, so I don’t even think I’ve had a real orgasm. Yet another regret to add to the list of ever growing things I almost missed out on when Alex was about to hand me over to a murderous gang. And this is one I can change if I want…
I lie back down beside Benji with my heart thumping so loudly I fear it might erupt from my chest, and I watch him some more. I want to see what’s going on inside his head, I want to know what we’re doing in his dreams. My hand slides slowly down my own body as the heat damn near overcomes me, and eventually I find my eager fingers resting on the outside of my panties. They itch to dive inside, to explore the wet heat within, but I’m trying my hardest to think straight. I don’t want this to get weird and complicated. If I accept this desire for what it is, will it add more onto what’s already a mess?
“Fuck it,” I whisper to myself confidently as I come to the conclusion that it’s time to stop doing what I think I should and time to start acting on impulse. I need to do what I want for a change, whatever that may be. “I’ve never nearly died before, have I?”
I tug the material to one side and plunge my fingers within me, struggling to keep the gasping screams inside. This isn’t a normal reaction to a near-death experience, I’m sure, but who the hell can tell me what is? No one anymore. I relish in the idea of completely doing the opposite to what’s expected of me and picturing Benji fucking me. It’s fun to exist in a wild fantasy for once. Especially since in his own little way, even if it is in his subconscious dreams, Benji is doing the same.
We’re connected in this strange way, but as my fingers circle my clit, as I drive myself ever closer to the edge while alternating between looking at his twisted up face, contorted in imagined pleasure, and his rock-hard cock which is screaming out for me, I notice that the fantasy isn’t going to be enough. This moment is me getting my life back, but claiming it in the way that I want to, and even if I shouldn’t, I want to connect with Benji in every single way. And he does too, I just know it.
I don’t stop to think, I don’t give myself a chance to rationalize because I just know that I’ll find a way to talk myself out of it which will leave me in a place of further regret. Instead, I push myself up and lean across Benji to kiss him. Waking a stranger up in this way is probably the craziest thing that I’ve ever done, and it sets me alight. Flames blaze all over me as I finally press my lips to his, something which I’ve wanted to do since we hid out for a while in the rocks.
Benji doesn’t open his eyes, but he definitely kisses me back. Softly at first, almost as if he can’t quite believe that this is actually happening, and then harder with much passion. He grips onto the back of my head as his tongue snakes between my lips, claiming me with his kiss. Yep, making this a reality was a good idea. It’s even better than the fantasy.
“Cassie?” Benji eventually pulls back, just enough to stop us kissing, but he rests his forehead against mine. There’s a question in his gaze, and I’m pretty sure I know what it is. He wants to be certain that this is what I want, but it definitely fucking is. This isn’t me being a vulnerable victim. Finally, I’m grabbing onto life with both hands, and I love it. “Oh, Cassie.”
Hearing him moan my name for me in reality is hot as hell. I sling one leg over him so I’m straddling him and press my lips to his once more. My hands travel of their own accord down his chest, feeling the rippling muscles that lay there until I get to the hemline of his T-shirt. This is it, the moment of decision. If I start stripping him, then this is going to happen for real… oh, fuck it. It’s a no-brainer. I woke him up because I want to feel what it’s like to be fucked by a real man, and that’s what’s happening.
Benji sits up while I strip his top off, and he does the same to me. First, my top vanishes, then my bra pops away and flutters to the floor of the tent. I stretch my arms upward and push my chest outward, drawing Benji’s attention to my breasts. Within seconds, his mouth is wrapped around my nipple, and he’s tugging and teasing me wild. I fucking love it.
Right now, I don’t feel like myself. It’s as if an animalistic desire has a tight grip on me and is refusing to let me go. I adore it, though. I’m more than happy to swim in this brand new me, to devour every single second of this passion.
“I need you naked,” I growl out, almost sounding angry at the material in our way. “Fuck, Benji. Now.”
With a playful smirk teasing on his lips, Benji grabs me by the waist and slams me down onto the floor of the tent. I watch in breathless awe as he wriggles that taut, hot body of his out from everything else that he’s wearing, proudly letting me see everything that he has. Thank God for the brightness of the moon and the way my eyes have adjusted to the light. Seeing this man for everything that he has is so goddamn sexy. Thank fuck I’m finally having a decent man in my arms.
“Now I need to get you naked too,” he murmurs in clear delight. “I can’t be nude on my own. Jungle rules.”
His lips connect with my neck and slowly kiss down my body as he strips the rest of me down. Every so often, his tongue darts out over my skin as if he wants to taste me, and it feels like he’s leaving a scorch mark there, a reminder of the night he swept me off my feet and showed me how fucking good it feels to actually be alive. Holy shit, this is just everything.
“Fucking hell, Cassie Jones,” he whispers as he tosses my panties to the side. I can see his eyes running hungrily all over my body, and he likes what he sees. He’s a predator and I’m his prey. I’m willing to lie back and let him eat me. “You are beautiful.”
Something about those guttural words declared in such a primal way makes me feel the intense truth of them. Benji is saying that because he really does think that I’m beautiful, which is incredible. I didn’t know I could be seen in that way. Even when it’s been said to me before, I’ve never believed it. It’s always washed off me, but Benji’s words sink in. I know I’ll carry them with me always, that I might even allow myself to think of me as beautiful once in a while. What a wonderful gift.
But the sweetness of his words quickly gives way to raw, unbridled passion as he travels up my body and kisses me hard and fast once more. His fingers lightly brush through my pubic hair as he aims for where I was exploring myself only moments before, not that he’s aware of that. His touch is going to be more thrilling than mine, though, I just know it…
“Fuck, Benji,” I cry out, maybe a little too loudly since we’re supposed to be here in secret, but in my defense, I don’t have any control over myself at the moment. The volume of my voice is the least of my focus. “Oh, God, that feels good.”
He spears me, buries his fingers deep within me and massages me until I can’t breathe anymore. Benji has stripped the air from my lungs, which is making me dizzy with desire. The way that his thumb teases my clit is just too much. I know for a fact now that I’ve never had a proper orgasm before, that Benji is speeding me along the station toward my first one, but still, this isn’t quite enough for me. I woke him up to feel his cock inside me, and I still want that. I need it.
“Fuck me,” I whimper, really hoping that he can hear me over the thick, heady, steamy atmosphere surrounding us. “Now.”
Thankfully, just before I’m about to forget my own fucking name, Benji yanks back to look at me. I nod emphatically, letting him know that I desperately mean what I say. I don’t want him to hesitate or to worry about me. I want to feel all of him.
Benji sheaths himself in protection, looking like a goddamn sex God as he does, someone who is so sexy he isn’t quite real, more in my imagination, as he rests the delightful weight of himself on top of me once more. I don’t need to breathe when I have this man teasing my entrance with his cock, waiting for permission to come inside and finally give me what I need.
I roll my hips and arch my back, refusing to be made to wait any longer, and a loud moan erupts from me as he finally fills me up. Fucking hell, I’ve never experienced anything like this before. This is real on a brand-new level. Every thrust sends me spinning higher and more intensely than the last one. Every time our bodies slam together, I lose myself a little bit more.
It isn’t long before the orgasm claims me, and the reality of real pleasure with a man is overwhelming. It hits me like a tsunami, it slams against me, shifting everything that I’ve ever known out of focus. Every organ within me is burned by the pleasure, and I never want the waves of hot bliss to stop coming. I could happily drown in them forever.
I grab onto Benji harder than I’ve held him all day long and kiss him in a way that hopefully lets him know how much he means to me. We might be strangers who only met a few hours ago in the weirdest of circumstances, but right now, he’s everything to me. My whole fucking world.