26. Eric
Chapter 26
Eric
I threw back the clutch, jumped out, and rounded the truck in a few short steps, yanking the door open. Cassidy jumped into my arms, our mouths colliding in a heated clash. Her little desperate moans filled me as her legs wrapped around my waist, her little hips grinding feverishly.
Holding her with one arm, I blindly opened the back door to let Shadow out. Her nails raked down my neck and we hadn’t even made it to the front door when she began busting open the buttons of my flannel shirt. For someone so tiny, she certainly had strength when she needed it. I fumbled around for the light switch beside the front door, slamming her against the wall as I searched for and switched it on.
“This stupid fucking skirt,” I growled, pissed that it wasn’t as easy to slip my hands underneath the belt. I slammed the front door shut as soon as Shadow was inside. Taking the two steps up to the bed, I threw her onto it. She bounced slightly and I clicked at Shadow, who was preparing to jump on the bed beside her.
“Not tonight, buddy, sorry,” I said and pointed at his bed. I wasn’t going to be cockblocked tonight. Not again. Cassidy chuckled. Her hair was splayed around her, those rosy cheeks and labored breath making my cock twitch. I wanted her. I knew that from the moment I’d first seen her. But I’d never imagined she’d be laying in my bed. Not like this—panting, hot and heavy for me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked seductively.
“Because I’m thinking about what it will be like to taste you.”
Her lips involuntarily parted. Perhaps I’d been too honest tonight. But my reality had become her. I woke up beside her and found peace falling asleep beside her every night. And my cock throbbed for her every waking hour, no matter how hard I’d fought it at the start.
Cassidy seemed conflicted. I stood over her, my arousal prominent and bulging as she gulped. “I’m giving you only one more out, are you sure you want to break your celibacy?”
She moistened her lips and propped herself on one elbow as she stared longingly at my cock. “I am. I want you too.”
I slowly and deliberately wedged myself between her legs and leant against the bedframe.
“I’ve been running a pretty short leash these past few days, sweetheart. If you knew all the fucking things you did to me and the filthy thoughts I had of you, you would’ve never come back to this cabin again,” I said as I traced her mouth with my thumb, studying it and imagining all the dirty things it could say and do.
She propped onto her knees, her hands on top of her thighs submissively. “Maybe that’s why I’ve been coming back.” Her big blue eyes glistened with mischief and arousal.
I reached out and squeezed her tit, testing her response. She hissed, her gaze never leaving mine. My cock twitched a full hard-on trying to press through my pants. How much of me could she accept? Would she be shaken by my filthy words and fuckery.
She tucked a loose blonde curl behind her ear as she said, “You know I was going to try and seduce you tonight.”
Everything she did was a kind of seduction, whether she did it purposefully or not. But it piqued my curiosity, how vixenish could this goldilocks be? Would she be able to handle me—all of me? “And how would you do it.”
With that hooded gaze under thick eyelashes, she shamelessly cradled my cock through my pants and raked another hand down my chest, drawing thick pink scratch lines. The gentle sting aroused my cock into an iron-thick stiffness, entirely at her mercy, aching to be inside of her. Her touch turned featherlight as it drifted to my waistline, then button and zip. Her hands made quick work and she pulled my boxers and pants down. My cock sprang free and she gulped, licking her lips, eyeing my length and girth. I squeezed her tit again, reminding her this was just as much for me as it was for her.
“I wonder how wet I can make that tight little pussy of yours after three months of celibacy,” I growled. She took a sharp inhale. Her eyes looked like she was hungry and desperate. Maybe even as desperate as me.
Cassidy leant over, her hair pooling over her shoulders as she indulged on my swollen cock. A tight tension twisted through me as her lips slid over my cock, her wet tongue pushing as far as she could go until she fisted the hilt of it and bounced those perfect little lips back and forth.
I twisted my fingers through her hair, my neck and eyes rolling back in pleasure from her sensual rhythm. Fuck. How long had it been since I was with a woman? Had I’d been on some unknown fucking celibacy as well? But this wasn’t just any woman from Chicago. This was my little ray of fucking sunshine. I thrusted into her mouth, wanting and needing more. I wanted to fill her, dampen that sunshine with my cock and have her begging and screaming. I needed to show her what she’d really signed up for and if she’d regret all her taunts.
She worked me, fisting and sucking like I was her personal delicacy, pushing me to breaking point. I wouldn’t last much longer if she kept using that perfect little mouth of hers. I’d blow all over her chest and she’d fucking love it. The visual of that almost sent me over the edge.
I jerked out of her mouth, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her onto her back. She gasped, shocked and aroused all in one. Extending over her, I undid the belt and pulled down her loose skirt around her ankles, and keeping those black leather boots on. All those taunting visuals came to mind. Those torturous mornings I’d had to deal with her bending over in those tight yoga pants, all served for this moment. “Did you really think you wouldn’t be punished for wearing those tight little pants of yours every fucking day?”
“I didn’t think you noticed,” she breathed, her hot breath and scent swarming around me. I pinched her clit through the fabric of her panties. A sharp hiss escaped her as she bucked. I held her down by the throat and my thick forearm resting heavily down the center of her stomach as I dipped my head to her panties.
“You only move when I tell you to,” I growled in warning. I didn’t fuck sweetly, and I didn’t care what kind of boys she was used to entertaining in the past, but I’d make sure to engrain myself so deeply into her mind that I’d ruin her for any other man.
Her nails dug into my hand clenched around her throat, marking me. I bit her clit through the underwear, another warning, and another little hiss escaping her. I pushed her pink panties to the side and my mouth watered. “You’re going to let me have this sweet little pussy, aren’t you?” I said, squeezing her throat.
“Yes,” she breathed. A smile curved my lips as I licked, my tongue stroking up through her slit, that first sweet taste of her filling me like a fucking starved man.
“You’ve tortured me with this pretty little pussy for weeks now,” I growled. Her velvety softness and sweet taste elicited a satisfied purr through me.
“It’s yours,” she breathed. I bit her inner thigh, marking her. A primal sound escaped her. Damn right she was. I licked from her asshole and all the way up. She went rigid when I played with her ass but made no complaint. Good girl. To reward her, I dipped one thick finger into her tight pussy, the wet slickness of it eliciting another heated growl. I pumped into her feverishly, sucking on her clit as she kicked and stirred through whimpers of pleasure. It wasn’t long before she was soaking my hand.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whined. My cock twitched. I stood up, pulling her up by the throat and setting her back on her knees. The moment I did, she pulled me into a kiss. I realized then I’d have to fuck this snowflake differently, she needed and craved “connection.” And I could taste and feel all of that need ripple through her. I closed my arms around her, reconsidering the way I’d take her.
I knew how to fuck women. But this, this was something entirely different and the way Cassidy melted into me, it was also new. Her little kisses were feverish and demanding and I found it both uncomfortable and inviting. I wanted her even more because she was so earnestly herself. She didn’t just fuck. Cassidy gave all of herself over.
Her tight little budded nipples pressed against my bare hairy chest. She fisted my cock as we kissed, her softness a welcoming warmth to my rough and rigid form. I reached into my back pocket, revealing the golden packet of condoms I’d driven almost an hour for. “We have to treat these like fucking gold,” I grumbled and she laughed, that flutter filling me with ease. For whatever reason, the tension left my body and for the first time in a long time, I found myself asking a woman: “What do you like, sweetheart?”
Without delay and assertively, she responded, “You. I want you to fuck me with all those promises you’d made.”
Had I been a gentleman I might’ve lit the fireplace first, told her what she was in for, and whispered sweet things. But I wasn’t and nor did I think she’d break. If she wanted to see all of me, earnestly, then that’s what she’d get. I fisted her hair again, pulling her back and breaking our kiss as I handed her a condom. “Put it on my cock, sweetheart.”
She ripped the corner of it away with her teeth, my savage little beggar desperate for attention. With quick efficiency, she glided it over my cock, cheekily squeezing tightly to the hilt to illicit a painful hiss from me. I tugged back her hair and she laughed.
I crushed my lips to hers, inhaling that devilish nature of hers. “Get on all fours,” I growled into her mouth.
“Yes,” she said, surrendering to me. She bent over, her ass on display as I grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them down to her knees.
My mouth watered as I fisted myself and stared at that beautiful pink shaven pussy of hers. I raked my hand down, pushing her panties all the way down to her black boots, spreading her legs wider. She looked over her shoulder, her gaze dropping to where I fisted myself.
“You want this cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Show me that downward dog .” I slapped her ass, the noise echoing through the room. She jerked, a raw handprint left in its wake. Fuck, she was perfection. She did as I said, those long legs stretching up as I slid my hand around her waist and held her up, appreciating those black boots even at this angle. I rubbed my cock against her lips, soiling myself in the evidence of how wet she already was.
This fucking position had been the bane of my existence over the last few weeks. I drove into her, her body going rigid and lethargic all at once as I held her up with one arm. My other on her hips as I eased out of her inch by inch and dove into her again. Her tight pussy was a welcome sight and feel. My cock squeezed inside of her so painfully and perfectly.
“I want you to milk me, you filthy slut. I want to come so hard inside of you, you can feel me pulsing into this tight pussy of yours.”
“Yes,” she breathed as I drove into her again. Pound after pound, she slowly became a limp doll in my hand as I kept her body hanging over my clamped arm.
I flipped her over onto her back, spreading her thighs wide as I drove into her again, balls deep. The headboard began banging against the wall, back and forth, as I fucked her the way she deserved and begged for. She slid her fingers down to her clit and began to play with herself, those delicate little fingers circling with ferocity.
“Eric,” she cried. “You’re going to make me come.”
I grabbed her neck and kissed her fiercely before growling into her ear. “You don’t come until I tell you to. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” she breathlessly rasped. She whined when I kissed her, her hot breath becoming mine as I fucked us both into oblivion. I closed her knees together and, with a roll of her hip, pushed so she was lying down on her side, trapping her hand between her legs as I took her from behind.
Her eyes and mouth went wide from the change of position. “What the fuck?” she cried breathlessly.
At this angle… and inside of her was my undoing.
“Come for me, baby,” I said, grabbing her throat from behind and biting down on the side of her lip. My body tensed and when I ate her screams and moans, feeling the shudder of her pussy contract and milk everything my cock had to give, I blew, grunting into her mouth as I held her jaw firmly in place. I spilled into her, weeks of pent-up tension finally releasing.
Another wave hit her as she screamed out my name, her sweet pussy pushing around my cock like a tidal wave. Her hand cupped around my face as we lay there momentarily, clinging to each other.
I watched the ripple of tension leave her face, even when her eyes were shut, I saw every expression twist into a satisfied submission or smile. Her body slowly went limp and her thick eyelashes batted open revealing those big blue eyes.
“Wow,” she said, catching her breath. I slowly pulled out of her and dropped to the bed, all masculine pride filling me.
I cradled her into my chest as she hooked her black boot around my calf.
“My underwear is still hanging around one of my boots,” she said in disbelief.
“Next time I’ll rip them off,” I growled. She tucked herself under my chin, our breathing slowly creeping into unison. Wow indeed. She’d been my perfect little toy, akin to my perverse talk and fucking.
Her continued silence didn’t sit well with me, however. I could spend hours like this, silent, but if I’d learnt anything about Cassidy, she always had something to say.
“Are you okay?” I asked, almost self-conscious. Had I been too rough for her? Maybe she didn’t like the way I fucked. Her body certainly seemed to.
Tension rippled out of me when she finally spoke. Nervously she admitted, “If I’m being honest, I didn’t think you’d want me in this way.”
I angled my head so I could look down at her. “Any man would be crazy not to want you.” And I realized then that I said the wrong thing because her expression flickered with hurt before she retreated into a weak smile.
“It seems most men like to have me and then discard me,” she said vulnerably. My heart dropped out of my chest and bled all over the quilt between us. How could anyone discard her? They had a taste of this perfect woman and they threw her away? How could someone so beautiful and capable be so unsure of themselves?
I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Then they’re all fucking idiots.”
A soft, unbelieving expression rolled over Cassidy’s features. But I felt guilty of the same, because what she was searching for, I wasn’t entirely sure I could deliver. I hadn’t been emotionally available to any woman for almost two decades now. And the thought and feeling of wanting to give Cassidy everything she asked for terrified me. Because what if she took it all away too. Or even worse, I couldn’t be the man that she wanted me to be at all.