Chapter 16
CASSIE
I lay back, my breath shallow from a combination of desire and nervousness. I didn’t know how to be with Vigo — to be with any of the Hawks — this way. I couldn’t see his muscled body or beautiful face, couldn’t see what he was doing or where he was in the room.
Couldn’t anticipate his next move.
It was quiet, so quiet I wasn’t sure he was even still there.
“Are you… are you still there?” I finally asked.
“I’m right here, mouse.” His voice was uncommonly tender.
I turned my head even though I couldn’t see him, like that would stop him from seeing me. “Don’t feel sorry for me.”
“What the fuck makes you think I’m feeling sorry for you?”
“You’re quiet,” I said. “And you haven’t made a move.”
“I’m quiet because you take my fucking breath away. And I haven’t made a move because I want to fucking look at you.”
I forced myself to lie still, trying not to squirm under his gaze. I’d only just been getting used to the way the Hawks looked at me, the way their eyes devoured me, when I’d had my accident.
Now I could only imagine their gazes, and I was surprised to feel a flare of heat between my thighs at the knowledge that Vigo was standing naked over me, his gaze raking my body.
“Don’t move,” he said.
I heard his bare feet on the wood floor.
“Where are you going?”
“To get a condom. Once I start eating your pussy I won’t want to stop until I fuck you.”
My cunt pulsed with anticipation. Maybe I wasn’t as dead inside as I’d thought.
He shut the door behind him — a gentlemanly thing to do considering I was spread out naked on my bed — and I was left in the silence of my room.
I didn’t know how much time passed before he returned, but I heard him close the door and set something on the nightstand.
Finally, the mattress dipped with his weight and I felt the heat of his bare skin against my side.
He ran a finger over my face, careful not to touch the gash in my forehead where the stitches had just been removed. It was instinct to close my eyes as his fingers traveled over my cheekbones, down my nose, across my jaw, over my lips.
“You’re fucking perfect, mouse. Nothing could ever change that.”
He trailed his finger down my neck and over my collarbone. My nipples got hard when he reached my tits and his hair brushed against my arm in the moment before one of them was enveloped in the heat of his mouth.
I gasped as he sucked, the desire pooling between my thighs overriding the pain in my broken ribs.
“I knew you needed to play,” he murmured against my tit. He skipped over the tape on my ribs and flattened his palm on my stomach before sliding his hand over my mound. “Let me in, mouse.”
I spread my thighs as he nuzzled my neck, his breath scattering goose bumps over my skin, making my nipples harder, my pussy wetter.
“There’s a good girl,” he said, kissing his way along my jaw.
I moaned as his fingers slid through my wet folds, stroking away the numbness that had settled in my bones since the accident.
“You’re so wet,” he said. “I can’t fucking wait to taste you.”
The thought of his mouth on my cunt set fire to the smoldering coals of my hunger, and I used my good hand to reach down and grasp his cock.
I didn’t know why but I was surprised to realize how hard he was. Maybe I really did think he was humoring me, trying to make me feel better with a pity fuck.
But no, he was rock hard, and he groaned as he closed his mouth over mine, pushing his fingers inside my pussy as his tongue took possession of my mouth.
I lifted my hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers, oblivious to the pain in my ribs, and sank into the heat of his mouth while I stroked his dick. There was no tenderness in his kiss, nothing but raw hunger, and for the first time since my accident I felt real, my body humming and alive.
His tongue made frenzied strokes in my mouth, his fingers pushing through my engorged channel until I felt an orgasm spark to life at my center.
He broke our kiss. “You ready to come already, mouse?”
“Yes,” I gasped, riding his hand.
But instead of pushing faster and deeper inside me, he removed his fingers altogether.
“Please…”
“You beg so pretty.” He kissed his way down my neck. “But don’t worry, I just want you to come on my face.”
The heat of his body disappeared and I heard him rise to his feet, then felt him push my thighs apart.
“Jesus.” He must have been kneeling between my legs because I felt his breath on the insides of my thighs. “Your pussy’s so fucking swollen.” He ran his fingers over my clit. “And look at this hungry little clit.”
I moaned when he licked his way through my folds, every nerve in my body tingling, my nipples hard.
“You taste so fucking good, mouse. So fucking good.”
He buried his face in my pussy, lapping at me like a thirsty dog, and I gripped the blankets on the bed, sinking lower onto his mouth.
He broke contact with my cunt to nip at the insides of my thighs. “Play with your tits for me.”
“What…?” I was delirious with desire, on the brink of orgasm.
“Play with your tits. I want to watch while I play with your pussy.”
I hesitated, then cupped one of my tits with my free hand. I felt awkward with the cast on my other arm, but it was easier not being able to see myself. It almost didn’t matter what I looked like because I couldn’t see it anyway.
“Squeeze that pretty pink nipple, mouse.”
I followed his instructions and felt a zing of pleasure rush between my thighs.
“Fuck yeah.” He slipped his fingers inside me. “I love watching you tease your tits, love watching you make yourself feel good.”
He closed his mouth over my clit and sucked, and I cried out, lifting my hips off the bed, seeking more of the heat that was driving me to the brink.
His fingers plunged deep inside my pussy while he lapped at my clit, and I rolled my nipple between my fingers, giving myself over to the pleasure filling my body, reaching for the orgasm that was filling me up like a flooded river about to jump its banks.
Then he slipped his pinky into my ass and it was all over, pleasure exploding beyond the confines of my skin and bones as I cried out into the room.
I shuddered against Vigo’s face as he covered my pussy with his wet, hot mouth, his fingers driving all the way inside me until I was left limp and gasping on the bed.
He withdrew his fingers and I trembled as he kissed the insides of my thighs, my skin sensitive to the touch.
“Fuck… nothing’s better than feeling you come on my face,” he said. “Except maybe being inside you. I’ll get back to you with a verdict after you come again.”
I knew he was unwrapping the condom from the rustle of the foil packet. I assumed he was rolling it over his dick, and I waited, my pussy throbbing with anticipation, ready to come again.
I sighed when he positioned his head at my entrance, his thick crown teasing the opening to my pussy, and I realized the position was intentional. Thanks to my position at the edge of the bed, Vigo could be inside me without crushing my ribs.
After my accident it had been easy to forget the pleasure I’d discovered with the Hawks, but it all came back with Vigo’s mouth and hands and dick at my disposal.
And now that I was naked and wanting, I was desperate for him to fill me.
But instead of pushing inside me, a vibrating sound came from between my thighs.
“What’s that?”
“Just a little something to suck your clit while I fuck you.” Something smooth and cool rested against my clit. “Don’t worry, mouse, you’re going to love it. We’ll start on level one.”
“What’s level— ”
It was all I managed to say before the vibrating started again.
And not just vibrating.
A sucking sensation overwhelmed my clit and I gasped as he drove into me at the same time.
“Oh my… oh my god…”
My second orgasm rushed to the surface as he pounded hard and fast into my pussy, the object he’d placed on my clit sucking in a rhythmic motion that mimicked what he’d been doing to me before I’d come the first time.
Except this time he was driving into me with his big dick at the same time, and I barely had a chance to register the fact that it was like having one of the Hawks lap at my pussy while another one fucked me at the same time.
I shuddered as I came, light exploding in the darkness behind my eyelids, a strangled moan I didn’t recognize as mine filling the room as I matched the rhythm of Vigo’s thrusts.
“Fuck yes, mouse,” he gasped. “You make me come so fucking hard.”
He groaned, driving harder and faster into me while he let loose a string of curse words and my orgasm went on and on, the suction motion on my clit sending me over the edge more than once before I whimpered in surrender.
Vigo was breathing hard when the vibrating stopped and he removed the plastic from my clit.
“Jesus fuck, mouse.” He bent over my body, sweeping my mouth into a fevered kiss, his dick resting between my thighs. “It’s a good thing we started on level one.”