14. Cass #2
“Good,” I growl, my hands sliding under the hem of her shirt, skin to skin, dragging it up, needing to feel her. Her breasts are heavy and warm in my hands, perfect. I pinch her nipples between my fingers until she cries out.
“Easy, little bird.” I trail kisses down her neck while my hands slide down to her waist and over her hips, feeling every dip, every curve, every place she’s soft and mine to touch.
I slowly pull her skirt up, the fabric bunching at her hips, exposing her thighs, soft and pliable.
“You feel so good.” I run my hands down her thighs and back up the back of her legs, lifting one of her legs up and hooking it around my hip. She’s so small she stands on her tip toes trying to get her core closer.
In this position, she is open to me and her scent perfumes around me, heady and irresistible. I run my hand back up her thigh, gorging on her silky soft skin, letting my thumb slip underneath the hem of her underwear and tease along her soaked slit.
Heat. Slick. Absolutely dripping with want.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I rasp, dragging my one finger through her soaked folds, feeling the way she jolts, sucking in a sharp gasp. I haven’t even reached her clit yet.
I pull back just enough to look down at her, at the way her lips are kiss-swollen, parted, her pupils blown wide, body trembling beneath me.
“Cass—” she gasps, a plea, a warning, her hips rolling instinctively into my touch.
“Shhh, baby,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her jaw, her throat, inhaling deeply, drowning in her scent again. “Let me take care of you.”
I rub slow, teasing circles around her clit, feeling the way she jerks, her hands gripping my shoulders, holding on like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.
“Cass…” she moans.
I can’t stop.
I slide one thick finger inside her, groaning at how tight she is, how her body grips me, already trying to pull me deeper.
“Goddamn, Sterling,” I growl against her throat. “You’re so fucking tight.”
She whimpers, hips bucking, her slick coating my fingers, making it so easy, so effortless to slide a second finger inside her tightness.
Her back arches, her thighs clenching around my hand, her breath coming in broken little gasps.
“Cass, I?—”
“I know, sweetheart.” I kiss along her collarbone, moving my fingers greedily in and out, working her. “Let go for me.”
She shudders, her walls fluttering around my fingers, her slick dripping down into my palm.
I curl my fingers, pressing against that perfect spot inside her, and her entire body locks up, going tight, sitting on the edge she arches hard against me.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching her, feeling her come apart against me.
Her moan breaks, her legs shaking, her hands fisting in my shirt as she falls, completely undone.
I work her through it, drawing out pleasure, letting her ride the high until she’s soft and spent against me.
Then I kiss her again.
Because I’m not even close to being done with her yet.
I pull my fingers from her slowly, dragging out every last shudder, loving the way she trembles against me.
Her slick coats my fingers, shining in the dim light alley, I bring them to my mouth.
I groan as soon as I taste her, licking my fingers clean, sucking every drop of her sweetness off my skin, growling low when the taste hits my tongue. Euphoria rolls over me.
“Sweetheart, you taste so good,” I hold her gaze. Her eyes go wide, and I watch the blush rise in her cheeks.
I don’t look away.
Not when I suck the last of her from my fingers, not when I reach for her, cupping her jaw, pulling her into another deep, claiming kiss.
Sterling whimpers, gasping as she tastes herself on my tongue, her fingers clutching at my shoulders, dragging me closer.
I can’t fucking stop. No longer caring that the world is a stone’s throw away. That we could be discovered at any moment. All I can think about is her and my need to be inside her, locking her on my knot.
I need her closer, I need to feel all of her. It’s a feral, visceral need.
I haul her up, our lips never breaking our kiss. My hands under her ass lift her effortlessly, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist, pressing herself against me, her slick heat rubbing against the hard length of my cock through my jeans.
She gasps at the friction, her body jolting from the contact, and I growl—low, guttural—rocking against her.
I grind my thick length between her thighs, slow and rough, dragging another helpless moan from her lips that makes my whole body tighten.
Her hands slip beneath my shirt, fingers splaying over my middle, exploring every ridge like she needs to memorize me by touch.
They trail up my chest, then down again—skimming the waistband of my pants before sliding up my back. Her nails rake across my skin, sharp and needy, almost hard enough to hurt.
“Need you,” she demands as she arches into me, grinding her core against me again and again.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want,” I hum, nipping at her jaw, rocking against her, teasing her with what she’s about to take.
She shudders. “Cass?—”
“I got you,” I growl, moving my hands down to cup her ass, pulling her against me, my cock grinding exactly where she needs it. I take her hips in my hand, moving her.
She lets out a broken moan, her slick making wet sounds at the movement, so fucking tempting.
I feel her body tighten, that perfect tension coiling again, her lips parting, her breath catching, her nails digging into my shoulders?—
“Tell me how much you want this,” I say with a thrust of my hips. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” I lick up the column of her throat.
“Cass, I want you.” Sterling moans my name as I feel her hands move to the button of my jeans. And I return my hand to her clit as I grind against her.
“Fuck, little bird.” I grit my teeth. I need to stop, before I rut her right here against the wall in the middle of an alley. But I actually might die if she takes her hands off me.
She lets out a whimper, pressing against me, and fuck, I’m going to lose my mind and I’m about to say fuck it when a sharp whistle echoes down the alley.