Chapter 12
twelve
. . .
Cassidy
Hendrix and I left the hospital together the next day hand-in-hand and unbothered about what anyone had to say about it.
I was grateful that aside from a few scrapes and sore muscles, he was perfectly fine and was cleared to fly back to Kansas City and play in his next game.
When we got back to his hotel room, I sauntered up to Hendrix as he placed himself on the edge of the couch and pulled me to him to kiss my stomach through my shirt.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted as his hands cradled the dip of my waist.
He laid his head against my stomach before looking down and kissing my pussy through my jeans.
My thighs hugged each other, trying to suppress the throbbing of my love maker.
I missed the feeling of his body against mine.
For months, I’d envisioned the things I wanted to do to him. Filthy shit. Vile, even.
“Hendrix,” I breathed. It was impossible to keep my head on straight when I was around him.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, kissing it again.
“No,” I answered.
“Tell me what you want, Cass,” he said, standing to his full stature.
I flashed my eyes up at him and locked my fingers in his beard before standing on the tips of my toes to place a kiss on his lips. “I want you inside me, Hendrix,” I panted, unable to hold a poker face.
I stepped out of his grasp and took off my clothes piece by piece. He leaned back and watched as I tossed everything to the floor until there was nothing left but a set of hard nipples and a smile.
“Come to Daddy, baby.”
I straddled his lap and pulled his shirt over his head.
My hands roamed over his hardening dick that was threatening to bust through his jeans.
I tugged at his belt, urging him to pull his pants down so I could take my seat on his ten-inch throne.
He kissed me deeply, letting his tongue do backflips in my mouth as I slowly slid down every inch.
“Oooh shit,” I squealed, sucking in air and biting down on his lip.
“Mmm,” he groaned in my ear.
Hendrix’s large hands absorbed my hips before sliding down to spread my ass cheeks apart. I slithered up and down his pole like a stripper as my fingertips danced in my scalp. “Goddamn, I missed you.”
“Mmm, you love this dick?”
“I do. I fuckin’ do,” I purred.
“Tell me how much you missed me.”
“I missed you so much, baby,” I whispered against his kissable mouth before gently slicing my teeth into his juicy bottom lip.
He scooted to the edge of the couch and stood up to fuck me suspended in the air. His muscles flexed as he drove my pussy up and down his dick.
Thrusting my bare hips forward, I moaned out, “Yesss! Fuck me just like that, baby!”
Switching positions, Hendrix dropped me onto the bed, grabbed my ankle and flipped me over onto my stomach. All ten inches barged through my walls as he pulled my hair back and whispered all the freaky shit he’d been wanting to do to me in my ear.
I hummed. “Mmm, fuck.”
“I missed this pussy. It’s mine, right?”
“It’s all yours, baby.”
“Mmm, shit. Tell me it’s mine again, Cass,” he coaxed before slipping his bottom lip underneath his front teeth.
His deep voice sounded so fuckin’ sexy. I felt a puddle forming underneath me. “It’s yours, Hendrix!” I screamed out in pleasure.
He lay his palm flat to my spine, guiding my pussy back to swallow up his dick again and again. “Oooh,” I moaned, drawing in a sharp breath.
“That’s right. Take that dick, Cass. Take it.”
My eyes slickened with lust as I looked over my shoulder at Hendrix, who had hooked his hand across my waist. “Mmm.”
“Look at all this cream on my dick. That’s all you, baby,” he noted.
I licked the palm of my hand before reaching back to stroke his shaft while he simultaneously pushed in and out of me. “Mmm, shit,” he growled, “keep my pussy in the air for me and let Daddy taste it.”
I stayed propped up on all fours as Hendrix French kissed my pussy before moving up to bury his face in my ass with no questions asked. He slurped and lathered my asshole with spit before sliding a finger inside.
“Ooh shit!” I squealed, clenching the sheets in my hands.
He flipped me over and climbed on top to place kisses down my slender stomach. I fought through my moans of pleasure as his lips spoke in tongues across my body.
“Mmm, it’s so wet for me,” he said as he ran his hand over my pussy that was as smooth as a fresh coat of paint. “Can I taste it, baby?”
I sat up on my elbows and peered down at him.
What he’d done to my insides was a pure violation, and he had yet to truly bless me with his magical tongue game for the night.
Instead of responding, I locked eyes with him and pulled my elongated legs back to my shoulders.
He sexily bit his bottom lip again before smirking. We both knew what time it was.
He submerged his head between my thighs, growling as his fingertips tugged at my nipples.
A raspy moan glided past my slightly parted lips as he firmly pressed his tongue against my clit.
Squirming underneath his grasp, I started to wind my hips in a slow circular motion and thrust into his soft lips.
“Mmm, your tongue feels so fuckin’ good,” I growled, skating my fingers through his hair.
“You gon’ cum for Daddy?” he asked, nibbling at the juiciness of my thighs with his beautiful teeth.
“Keep givin’ me that fuckin’ tongue and I’ma cum for you, Daddy,” I guaranteed.
“Mmm,” he hummed before flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit like a snake.
“Ahh!” I squealed, inching forward. “Ahh! K—keep it right—right there, baby.”
I gripped both sides of his head and slid his lips up and down my sweet spot until the levee broke—instantly sending me into a cumming frenzy. “Ahhhh, fuckkkkkkkk!” I screamed, arching my back to Jehovah himself.
My hips twitched in aftershock as I looked down to see my cream leaking all over his lips and glistening in his beard. He ran his hand down his drenched face and threw my legs back. As soon as he pushed the tip in, I squirted.
“Oooh. Daddy got that pussy gushin’ already. Show me how you squirt, baby,” he demanded, driving the tip in and out and smacking it against my pussy.
“Oh my God!” I screamed, unable to control my body’s jerks and shakes.
The sheets were completely soaked beneath us as Hendrix masked himself back inside my warmth, covering his dick in my cream once again.
My arms locked around his neck as he fed me the dick, slowly dipping in and out of my ocean.
I opened my eyes to see Hendrix staring back at me with a set of bedroom eyes and a handsome scowl across his face.
“You look so fuckin’ beautiful,” he said as he slid two fingers inside my watery mouth.
I moaned and sucked them as our bodies converged, one deep stroke after the other.
He tossed my leg over his shoulder and kissed my ankle as my fourteen-karat ankle bracelet dangled against my foot.
Leaning forward, Hendrix cupped his hand around my throat and kissed me.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he thrusted harder inside me.
“I love it when you moan for me,” he mumbled against my lips.
My triumphant screams could be heard echoing through the entire hotel room, maybe even the entire floor for all I knew. “Shit, baby! I—I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”
“Fuck, I’m cumming, too,” he announced seconds before his body began to jerk with pleasure.
“Mmm, put it in my mouth,” I insisted.
“What you say?”
“I said, put it in my mouth, baby.”
“You wanna suck all the nut off this dick?”
I nodded. “Mmhm. It’s my dick, ain’t it?”
“Hell yeah, it’s yours,” he vowed before sliding his creamy dick out of my lower set of lips and into the top set. I moaned when it touched my tongue.
He gripped a handful of my hair and tossed his head back. “Mmm, shit. Goddamn I love you. Suck all that shit off, baby.”
I sucked up the nut and spit it back out on his dick before rubbing it across my lips. “Give it all to me, baby,” I said, before letting his dick smack the back of my throat and sliding it back out.
“Shiiiiiiiiiiittttt.” He trembled. “Why the fuck would you do that to me?”
“You needed to know how much I missed all of you,” I told him before wiping his seed off my bottom lip.
Three weeks later, I was walking through the airport terminal in Kansas City after leaving Cali to get to Hendrix’s game.
After explaining my mother’s health situation with my management, they allowed me to fly back to California for a few weeks and work remotely while I was able to spend time with my mother and get her in a good place before returning to New York.
Even though she had a long road ahead of her, I was glad we were finally able to work on our relationship.
I spent the evening jumping up and down in heels and cheering Hendrix and the rest of the team on as they held on to beat Denver.
After the game, I ushered out of the arena with everyone else and waited for Hendrix out by his car.
An hour and fifteen minutes after the game ended, I was still waiting for him.
I’d gone from patient, to slightly annoyed, to all the way bothered in that timespan.
After calling his phone for the twentieth time and getting his voicemail, I was about ready to call myself and Uber and leave.
As soon as I got up the nerve to open the ride share app, he called me back.
“Hendrix, where are you? I’ve been waiting for over an hour!” I snapped.
“I know. I’m sorry. Come back inside the arena.”
“Come back? Why would I come back inside? The game is over. They probably won’t let me back in anyway,” I griped.
“Just come back to the front of the arena, Cass. I’ll meet you there.”
“Why can’t you just come out here? My feet are killing me!” I whined as I begrudgingly trekked back to the arena.
My eyelashes glittered with tears the second I pushed through the arena doors and saw what had to have been millions of bright red rose petals leading inside. Eyes fuzzed over with moisture, I looked up to see Hendrix standing there with a bouquet of red roses in hand.
“Hendrix? What is all this?” I asked before my mouth dropped open in awe.
“You like it?”
“Like it? I love it. Everything is so beautiful. How did you even arrange all of this?”
“I called in a favor with someone I know,” he answered.
“What are we even doing in here?” I asked, bombarding him with yet another question.
“Just come with me, baby.”
He slipped his hand in mine and led the way, following the rose path illuminated with hundreds of tealight candles. The entire arena had been cleared out and it was only the two of us in sight.
“You put all this together, baby?” I quizzed.
He dipped his chin in concession. “Yeah, I did.”
“Impressive.”
“Best date you’ve ever been on?”
“Hands down,” I said, giving him his just due.
“Good. I wanted tonight to be memorable.”
“And why is that? You’re not gon’ make me play you in no Love and Basketball type shit, are you? Because these Dior heels are barely allowing me to walk any further,” I notified him.
He let out a soft chuckle. “I don’t want to break your ankles, baby. Only your back.”
I laughed alongside him as we stepped inside the elevator and went up to the area where the VIP suites were. “Shut up. How much longer do we have to walk?” I asked as we stepped off the elevator.
“We’re almost there.”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you still didn’t answer my question about what we were doing here,” I reminded him.
Hendrix opened the door to a private suite, and we stepped inside. “Why don’t you look over there and see.”
I prowled forward to get a closer look out of the window and onto the arena floor.
The words Will you marry me were written across the arena floor in the same red roses that had led us to the suite.
I gasped and turned around to see Hendrix down on one knee.
The moment he reached out and grabbed my left hand, my thoughts no longer aligned. I’d forgotten my left from my right.
“Cass, letting you walk out of my life again is unacceptable. I knew that the moment I stepped up to you on that plane. You’re a smart-mouthed, straight shooter, and exactly what I’ve been waiting my entire life for.
You are the only woman I see being a staple in my life.
I want to share forever with you, if you say yes,” he voiced, popping open a ring box.
I stood at his feet, tongue-tied and more in love than I’d ever been. Inside was a platinum engagement ring laced with diamonds around the band and a princess cut diamond in the center.
“Oh my God, yes. Yes! Yes! Yes!” I squealed on repeat.
He slid the ring on my finger before standing to his feet and encircling his arms around my waist. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. Always and forever,” I promised before kissing his lips.
The End.
(Like, seriously, this is the end this time.)