Chapter 15 #2
“Stay mad,” I said, my voice steadier now.
“What?”
“I said stay mad. I am. I’m mad you’ve made it so we have to hide. I’m mad you think…”
That you think I’m not worth enough to turn your life upside down for.
Admitting that was a gut punch. But it pissed me off, too.
“I’m mad you’re not coming after me right now.”
That was the truth; a condensed version of it.
Blake nearly grimaced then, his voice coming out in a low growl. The anger was easy for him to access. It was right there, raw and hard. On the other side of that was the pain he was avoiding; I knew because that was true of me.
But this was what he needed.
While I was stoking his anger, I funneled all of my own into it. “You’re too chickenshit to even fuck me.”
That did it. A shadow passed over him, as heavy and dark and loaded as his desire, which I could see in his eyes, and pressing at his zipper.
“You want me to fuck you?” Blake asked. He snaked his hands in my hair, gripping it and tipping my head back. “You want me to be pissed off when I fuck you, Cassandra? Is that it?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice hard, meeting his challenge.
It was what I wanted. I wanted him to own me, to take it all from me and give it all back. To tear it up until there was nothing left.
“Show me, Blake.”
His hand slipped to my jaw then, his wrist on my throat. “Fine,” he said. “I’m going to make you fucking mine.” He plunged his tongue into my mouth then, his hand still holding my jaw in place like he’d done in the garage. He pressed me up against the wall.
I clawed at his chest, ripping his jacket off his shoulders. My whole body cried with need for only one thing.
Blake Harrington.
He pulled away from me, his chest heaving, then prowled in front of me like an animal while I stood bereft, wanton with need.
He stripped off his suit jacket and laid it on the ground.
Then he grasped my jaw again. “Strip for me. I want to see you. I want your tits out and your wet pussy waiting for me.”
Heat zinged through me, sharp and hard.
The chance of us being discovered was low, but it wasn’t impossible. But I did what he said, because it turned me on. This was what I needed—to transfer the power to him, just in here, just right now.
I swallowed, slipping off my blazer, then unbuttoning my blouse. “Is this what you want?” I dropped my shirt to the ground.
“Yes,” he grunted. Then he unbuckled his pants, and in one quick move, pulled his swollen cock out of his shorts.
“Oh God,” I moaned. He was hard. Gorgeous. Dripping.
“You want this, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Not until it’s all off,” he said, stepping out of his own pants. He gave his cock a long, slow stroke again. I loved this about him. His unhurried confidence. His languorous attention both to me and to his dick.
I unsnapped my bra, slipping it off.
Blake groaned and squeezed his shaft again, giving it another slow stroke as I shook my breasts free, knowing what I was doing to him. His tongue darted from his mouth and I felt my knees shake, thinking about where he could put it.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked.
But he just shook his head. “I told you to take it off.”
My wetness slicked my legs as I removed my underwear, dropping them to the ground. I stepped out of my kitten heels and then I was naked before him, fully, completely. For a moment, self-consciousness struck me, and I folded my arms across my chest.
But Blake shook his head. “No hiding, Cassandra.” His voice had a softness to it when he said that. This was him talking.
Hiding. It’s what I’d been doing for years. Putting on a persona of a person in charge but not showing the real me. Shrinking, playing it small and safe.
I hesitated, then lowered my arms to my sides and lifted my chest up, shoulders back.
“You’re perfect,” he said. Then he came over to me, stopping right in front of me. He still held his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, like he was drawing out the feeling.
“You can still tell me to stop,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was low, and when he pulled back, he met my eyes. He wanted me to feel safe.
That softness opened up inside of me, the place I’d kept tightly guarded, almost behind bars. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to show him everything.
“No,” I said.
“Okay.” He pulled off his shirt. “I’m going to say some things, Cassandra, just for right now. I’m going to talk dirty to you—is that okay?” He drew a hand along my pussy, just one soft stroke up the nub of my clit.
I moaned, shivering.
“Is it?”
“Yes, Blake.”
He took his hand away and backed up. I watched him, licking his lips as his cock swayed before me. “You want this, don’t you, Cassandra?”
I nodded.
“You wanted it that night, didn’t you? When I showed it to you?”
“Yes.” I was whimpering now. I brought a hand to my clit.
“No,” he said. “That’s mine.”
I moaned, sliding my hands flat against the wall, tipping my head back, and closing my eyes.
Desperate, I reached for my tits, massaging them, knowing he was watching.
Relinquishing control like this—while still knowing I had some slice of power over him with how much he wanted me—all of it was so hot.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Cassandra? My little slut?”
I quivered, my pussy throbbing, needing him. I tugged on my tits. “Yes.”
“Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Blake,” I breathed. “So bad.”
He took a step back, my eyes on his shaft.
“Get on your knees, Cassandra.”
Hot need ripped through me. I shuddered with the pleasure of taking the order, lowering myself down onto the hard wood-planked floor.
He walked forward and held the tip of his cock just in front of my lips. “You want it?”
I nodded.
“Take it.”
I didn’t wait. I grasped his shaft with two hands, first hungrily licking up the salt of his pre-cum like I’d wanted to before, licking my lips, and then plunging his head into my mouth.
Blake groaned.
Still holding him in my mouth, I flicked my tongue over his tip before sliding my lips farther down.
He let out a strained sound as I took all of him in.
I shifted my hands so one grasped his balls and the other gripped his ass, pulling him toward me.
The only way I could take all of him was to let him hit the back of my throat.
When he did, I gagged, but the feeling wasn’t a bad one.
It was so hot I felt myself grow even wetter down low.
He slid out and then thrust into me again, his hands gripping my head.
“Yes,” he said. “Take it, Cassandra. Take that big hard cock.” He braced his hands on either side of the wall and thrust his hips toward my face over and over until I was pressed up against the wall too, moaning.
The sound was muffled by his dick in my mouth, which only made me moan harder.
Finally he slowed, pulling himself out, cursing.
“No,” I said, hard, grasping his hips and licking my lips.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I want more.”
“Oh God, Cass,” he said, forgetting himself for a moment. “You have no idea…”
“I. Want. More.” I demanded.
I’d never wanted to keep doing this before. But with Blake, I felt power in it. I felt like his pleasure was mine to control.
He backed up, keeping himself out of reach of my mouth. I slid my fingers across my swollen lips.
Blake made a strangled sound of desire and brought his thumb to my lips, too. “No,” he said, his voice rough. “I need to fuck you.”
He wouldn’t let me have it. He pointed to his jacket, open on the ground. “Get on your back.” His gorgeous torso rippled, every muscle tense.
I massaged my tits once more, knowing I was making him even harder.
“I said get fucking down, Cassandra.”
This time I moved, getting onto my back.
Blake stood over me, looking hungrily at my pussy.
He got down on his knees, hooking my legs over his shoulders.
Then he lowered his face over me, hovering for a moment as he spread me apart.
When he dove down and flicked a tongue over my clit, a river of pleasure tore through my whole body. I let out a high, uncontrolled gasp.
He sucked on my clit then, tugging it between his lips as I bucked under him.
But I thought of his cock, too; how I hadn’t finished. How I’d been so turned on making him need me.
“I want to do both,” I said, suddenly gasping because he was still tonguing my clit.
He paused, lifting his head.
“I want you in my mouth when I come,” I said.
Blake sat up, closing his eyes for a moment. I could tell if I asked him, he’d do whatever I wanted. He’d be whatever kind of lover I wanted him to be.
For a moment, anger gripped me again.
Goddamn him for being perfect. So perfect and so not mine.
But I shoved that aside as Blake came toward me. He knelt over my chest now, his cock in his hand. I vaguely noticed the pummeling of rain on the roof, louder than before, like it was keeping up with the intensity of what we were doing.
Then every other thought left me as Blake stroked himself over me, once again showing me the dominance I wanted.
“What if I say no? What if I just come on you right now and don’t give you any of this?”
“I’d be pissed,” I said. “But I’d rub your cum on me and make you hard again. Then I’d give you this.” I parted my knees, sliding my hands down my thighs and showing him where his tongue just was.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. He was slipping, forgetting what I told him.
“Let me,” I said.
Blake growled, lunging forward and kissing me hard, this time with little mercy. When he bit down on my lip, a sharp twinge of delicious pain shot through me.
“You’re not telling me what to do,” he said. “Not this time. I’m going to eat your pussy and fuck your face because I want to, got it?” He grabbed my wrist, stopping me from reaching for him. “Do you fucking understand, Cassandra?”
I nodded as the thrill of this whole moment ran through me.
A moment later, Blake was hovering over me, dipping his cock in my mouth.
But this time, when I took it, his mouth landed on my clit at the same time.
Pleasure rippled through me as I took him deep in my mouth.
He worked his tongue over me expertly, making me pulse.
My legs tensed, my nostrils flaring for air—he was fucking me hard with his cock, his balls dancing across my face with each thrust.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
He dipped his fingers into me as he sucked on my clit and tugged inside like he had in the cart.
That was it—it was over for me. I exploded onto him, a tidal wave of pleasure rocking my whole body. I thrust my pelvis at him, feeling myself squirt; soaking his face.
“Oh god,” he said. “Fuck!”
He came then too, emptying himself in my throat like I’d wanted. Waves of ecstasy washed through me as I swallowed him down. He was still tensed, still spasming, making a sound that almost sounded like pain. I lay there, shuddering, his cock still in my mouth.
No, that was the hottest thing I ever experienced.
Finally, he slipped himself out of me and turned around, lying down beside me, panting. He pulled me into his arms and held me so tight I had to look up into his eyes to make sure he was okay.
“Blake?”
He looked shell-shocked. Bewildered. Like he’d died and woken up again.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” he said. “Hands down. And I didn’t even get to fuck you.”
I smiled, rising up on my elbows and looking down at him. “Maybe we can do it again, somewhere more comfortable. If I feel like it.”
His eyes flickered, but he smiled and pulled me tight against him, kissing the top of my head.
“Yes,” he said. “I think I can do that. If you feel like it.”