Trenton
This woman is going to be the death of me.
I pause the video she sent me and type out a response.
Cassidy: I’m taking it you liked the video?
Me: Yeah, you could say that.
My dick hardens at the thought of seeing Cassidy above me, straddling my face while I make her come. The blonde in the video she sent me doesn’t even come close to the way Cassidy would look with my head buried between her lush thighs.
Cassidy: I’ve always wanted to ride someone’s face.
Me: No one’s ever asked you to?
Cassidy: Nope. I’m a bit heavier than Sheldon. I think he was afraid of being suffocated to death.
Me: I can’t think of a better way to go.
Me: And you’re the perfect weight, so forget about that asshole.
The things I wanted to do to her last night with her ass in my hands, pinned against the door wearing my number...and when she told me she wanted to fuck me for inspiration for her book? I was ready to lie down at her feet and let her use me any way she wanted.
Cassidy: Thanks for doing this for me.
Me: Any man would be crazy to turn you down.
I didn’t see any of this coming. Not the mini-feud we had when I first moved in; not the fake dating situation we ended up in; and certainly not the way my mind has been consumed with thoughts of her since she put sex on the table.
Cassidy Quinn has become my new addiction.
We had our first away game tonight at Madison Square Garden, so it’s late when I get back to New Jersey.
I should be exhausted, but adrenaline courses through my veins coming off tonight’s win—and knowing what’s about to happen once I step foot inside her apartment has my dick wide awake.
Cassidy opens the door wearing my jersey, and I have to restrain myself from pouncing on her.
“Hi.” Her throat bobs as she steps back to let me inside.
I toss my bag onto the floor and close the door behind me. “Hi yourself.”
“You played great tonight.” She fidgets with the hem of the jersey, looking up at me from under her long dark lashes. “Another win.”
I move toward her, slow like a lion stalking its prey. “You were watching?”
She nods, inching backward so I have to follow her. “Of course.”
My eyes trail down her bare legs while my heart thunders in my chest. “Have you changed your mind about our agreement?”
She shakes her head. “Have you?”
“Not a chance.”
Her feet stop, and mine close the distance between us until I’m able to reach out and tilt her face.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” she says, her breath dancing across my lips.
My thumb strokes her cheek. “I’ve been looking forward to making you come on my face.”
My words are the shot at the starting line.
Cassidy pushes up onto her toes and slams her lips against mine. She claws at my shirt, pushing it up until I tear it over my head and drop it at our feet. In one quick swoop, I lift her into my arms and stalk into the bedroom.
I toss her onto the bed and the comforter puffs up around her. I couldn’t tell you what color it is, or what the rest of her room looks like, because all I can focus on is the red lace peeking out from under the jersey she’s wearing.
My eyebrows jump and she grins. “I know how much you liked these when you saw them in the laundry room.”
“It’s not the panties.” I kneel over her and push the jersey up over her breasts to find the matching red lace clinging to her breasts. “It’s the way they look on you. That’s what I was thinking about that day—how fucking sexy you’d look in them.”
She yanks the jersey over her head and tosses it onto the floor, lying back and letting me get the full visual.
I commit every inch of her body to my memory; the way her nipples show through the material; the dips and curves of her soft belly; the way her thighs rub together to ease the ache I know is throbbing between them.
Cassidy flips onto her stomach and tosses me a devious glance over her shoulder.
“Goddamn.” I reach out and grip two overflowing handfuls of her ass, loving the way the thin lace disappears between her cheeks.
I lean down and sink my teeth into her ass before kissing my way up the small of her back.
She shivers underneath me as I skim my hands along her ribs.
I pop open the clasp on her bra and slide my hands around to cup her breasts, relishing in the way her hardened buds feel pressing against my palms.
I lower my lips to the cusp of her ear and press my dick against her ass so she can feel what she’s doing to me. “You are perfect, Cassidy Quinn.”
She moans and arches her back, twisting her neck so she can kiss me. I swear I could come just like this—my hands full with her tits, my cock grinding against her, and my tongue in her mouth.
But tonight isn’t about me.
It’s about giving this woman everything she wants.
I flip her over and toss her bra to the floor before sliding off her thong.
My eyes don’t know where to look first, eating up every inch of Cassidy’s bare body.
I dive down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth before switching to the other.
I lap at her skin like a man starved, making my way down her stomach so I can kiss each stretch mark streaked across her hips.
Then I sit back on my heels and gaze down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest is heaving, and her legs are spread wide.
She’s like a fantasy come to life.
“Look at you.” I slide my thumb over her pussy, swirling her arousal over her clit in slow circles. “Wet for me already. I bet you taste so good.”
Her hips rock and she lets out a breathy moan. “Please, Trenton.”
I move off the bed to stand, and pull off my pants and boxers.
Cassidy sits up on her elbows to watch me, her eyes following my hand as I pump my dick in slow strokes.
I tip my chin. “Get on your knees.”
She does as I command, and for a moment I’m torn between wanting her to face me so I can gaze up at her tits as they bounce, and wanting her to face away from me so I can watch her ass move as she rides my face.
The latter wins.
I grip onto her hips, pulling her down until I can taste her on my lips. My tongue glides over her, and she lets out a loud moan.
I hum my approval. “Lower, Cassidy. Sit and let me worship you.”
She widens her legs and gives me all of her weight, putting her pussy in my mouth. My nose is nestled between her ass cheeks and her arousal drips down my chin as I rub my tongue all over her.
Fuck, this is heaven.
“Keep touching yourself,” she says. “I want to watch you make yourself come while I’m up here.”
I wrap one hand around my dick and I groan against her pussy, feasting on her while I fuck my hand in ragged strokes.
Knowing she’s watching me jerk off, knowing she’s turned on by it, has me ready to explode.
Cassidy rolls her hips and reaches back to grab a fistful of my hair. “Oh God, Trent. Your tongue feels amazing.”
Her sounds spur me on. The way she calls my name releases some primal animal inside me. I want to be the only name on her lips, the only name she screams—the only man making her feel this way.
Just one taste of her and I want Cassidy to be mine.
I come hard, unable to hold it together any longer.
Cassidy’s moans grow louder, and her legs begin to shake. And when she comes, she smothers me and takes what she needs as she rides out her orgasm.
I’d gladly drown between these thighs.
Cassidy collapses onto the bed beside me while I reach over and pull a few tissues out of the box on her nightstand to clean off my stomach. Then I wrap her in my arms and she curls into me.
I think we’re both in shock because it’s a good few minutes before either of us speaks.
“That was...” Her voice trails off.
“So much hotter than the video.”
“Exactly.” She laughs against my chest. “That scene is definitely going into the book. The world needs to know about your tongue skills.”
“I still can’t believe you’re writing scenes like this.”
She rolls out of bed and runs into the living room before returning with one of her books. “Read this one. It’s my favorite book I’ve ever written.”
I arch a brow as I glance down at the cover. “Say You’ll Stay. What’s it about?”
“I’m not telling you. You have to go in blind. And I expect frequent progress updates.”
I thumb through the pages. “I’m highly impressed that you’re able to create an entire book like this.”
She smiles. “You are?”
“Hell yeah. I could never do something like this.” I set the book to the side and pull her body closer. “You’re a very sexy woman, Cassidy Quinn. Brains and beauty.”
She sighs. “Sounds like the total package to me.”
“If only you could sing.”
She swats at my chest and I hold her against me as she fights to get out of my grip. She tries to protest but I cut her off with a kiss, and she melts against my lips.
“You love my singing.”
I bite her bottom lip. “For you, I’d lie and tell you I love your singing.”
“Don’t.” She pulls back and looks into my eyes, the smile fading from her face. “Promise me. To the world, we can fake it, but don’t lie to me.”
“I promise I won’t lie to you.” I brush the tip of my nose against hers. “Promise you won’t lie to me?”
“I promise.”
I see sincerity in the depths of her hazel eyes, and the truth is, I believe her. I can’t imagine a situation where Cassidy would lie to me about anything. She’s genuine and real, and gives it to me straight.
But I’ve been deceived before, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to fully trust someone again.
I do know one thing for sure though: I can’t wait for Cassidy to send me the next video.