Chapter 1 #3
This sight is one I will never tire of. Cass, naked and soaking wet with suds running down his chest has my temperature rising before the hot water ever touches me.
His eyes glide over my body appreciatively before he reaches for my hand and pulls me into the shower with him.
He pulls my hair down from the messy bun I’ve kept it in all day.
My long black hair falls over my shoulders and sticks to me where my skin was already wet.
“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he growls, one hand fisted in my hair, the other cupping my ass cheek, pulling my body flush against his. The hot water beats down on his head, spraying over me in a miniature shower.
I can feel how hard he is, pressing into my lower stomach, and I do something I’ve never done in a shower before.
I slide down on my knees and take him in my mouth.
He closes his eyes when the heat of my mouth engulfs his hard cock, his head resting against the shower wall.
I reach up and cup his balls in my hand and lightly toy with them as I move up and down, sucking softly at first then harder as I pick up my pace.
He grabs me by the hair and thrusts his hips, making me gag a little with how deep he thrusts into the back of my throat. His sly hum of satisfaction makes me want to smile. Asshole. He did that on purpose.
“Fuck…..me….” he whispers.
I suck harder. Faster. Wanting to pull him to the edge just to hold him there. When I feel him wanting to hold me still and take control, I push his hand back. He isn’t coming without me; he just doesn’t know it yet.
I swirl my tongue around his head before dipping down one more time.
I slowly lift my mouth from him and ease back up until I’m almost eye level with him.
His hands are greedy, almost as greedy as his lips when they crash into mine.
He grabs my thighs viciously, slamming me against the wall of the shower.
Before I know it, he’s entering me and my God is it fucking euphoric.
The shower head is just above us, spraying down on both of us, but that doesn’t stop Cass. His hands grip tight into my sides, holding me in place like a rag doll as he fucks me like he hasn’t had me in weeks. My hands are wrapped around his neck, trying to hold myself up.
He pins me against the wall with his body to readjust his hands. He grips the bottom of my thighs and lifts my legs up, repositioning me. When he fills me again, I gasp. He’s somehow deeper now.
“Oh fuck. Baby. Yes,” I moan.
Cass takes his time, fucking me slowly and watching me with a sexy smirk on his face. Every time he goes as deep as my body allows, his eyes get a little more hooded and he looks at me like I’m Thanksgiving dinner.
“Tell me. Tell me who fucks you right,” Cass commands, moving his hips faster.
I’m nearly screaming. “You. You do baby!”
I come around him without warning and when he realizes I’m coming, he fucks me even harder, making me come harder. He stills inside me and I feel him twitch with his own orgasm.
I rest my head on the shower wall, listening to both of our labored breaths. He eases out of me and slowly lowers my legs then repositions so that he can set me down into a standing position.
“I swear you get tighter every fucking time.”
I grin at him and push him out of the way so I can wet all of my hair.
“That’s cause you make the muscles in there work so much,” I wriggle my eyebrows at him while I lather my hair in shampoo.
He shakes his head, rubbing a bar of soap over his body. I don’t know how he does it, but I can’t. I’ve got to use a wash cloth to bathe. I guess that’s why we go through so many damn bars of soap around here.
I quickly squeeze some body wash into my washcloth and scrub my body down before rinsing my hair and the rest of the suds off my body.
Cass steps out of the shower before me and is already halfway dried off by the time I turn the water off and step out onto the cream colored fluffy rug I bought last week.
It’s soft and feels amazing on the bottom of my feet. I look up after a few seconds of wiggling my toes in the soft fabric and see Cass holding up a towel for me. I grin at him and he wraps me in it, and in his arms at the same time.
“It’s nice and warm for you.” He kisses my hair and we walk to the bed just like this.
He let’s go of me to pull the comforter back on my side of the bed so that I can crawl right in.
I run the towel over my body as fast as I can and then shake it in my hair to dry it off a bit.
When I’m sure that’s as dry as I’m going to get, I crawl in bed and Cass puts the covers over me.
He walks around to his side and crawls in, his arm around my waist as soon as he gets under the blanket.
He snuggles up to me and rests his chin on my shoulder. Within seconds, he’s snoring and I stifle a giggle. My baby falls asleep so quickly. I swear he doesn’t have thoughts sometimes.
I lay in bed for at least another hour before falling asleep to the rhythm of Cass’s breathing.
The bad thing about having sliding glass doors in your bedroom is when you forget to close the extra large long blinds, you wake up when the bright ass sun beams into your eyes first thing in the morning.
I groan and shield my eyes from the bright light.
Tossing the covers back, I cross the room and close the blinds quietly, so that I don’t wake a sleeping Cass.
I catch a glimpse of his face when I turn around.
He’s still out, lips in a pout and eyebrows drawn together making wrinkles on his forehead.
His nose is scrunched up a little and he looks sort of angry.
I tiptoe across the room and crawl back in bed.
I check the time on my cell phone and I almost throw it.
It’s not even eight o’clock in the damn morning yet.
On the bright side, though, it’s Christmas Eve.
I can’t wait to celebrate tonight. Christmas may be my favorite holiday yet.
And I can’t wait to spend it with my favorite people.
Now I’m excited and I’m not going to be able to go back to sleep.
I sigh and curl up next to Cass anyway, tossing my arm over his waist and cuddling into his back.
I rest my other hand in his hair and gently rub his head.
This is oddly comfortable and I’m second guessing not being able to go back to sleep.
“That’s nice,” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.
“Shh. Go back to sleep, baby. It’s early,” I whisper.
He nods and is snoring again a few seconds later. I’m trying not to laugh. I don’t know how he does it.
While I lay here, my brain is going in thirty different directions, planning what all needs to be done before tonight.
What I have to do for tomorrow. Thinking of giving Cass one or two of his gifts early because I’ve only been holding onto them for three months and keeping his gifts a secret is about to kill me.
Somewhere in the mix of all that, my brain shuts down again and next thing I know, I’m waking up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon drifting through the room.
My nose woke up before I did. I stretch a long stretch and sit up to gain my bearings for a minute.
Checking my phone to see what time it is, I groan.
It’s noon already. I can’t believe I slept so much longer.
I climb out of bed and walk to my closet and pull on a Hounds support t-shirt and a pair of dark green pajama pants that have reindeer puppies on them.
Grabbing the fuzziest pair of socks I can find, I slip them on, knowing my feet are going to freeze on this cold floor. As I brush my teeth and rinse my mouth out, my stomach begins growling in protest.
I open the bedroom door and can hear music playing from the kitchen. As I get closer, I can hear Cass singing along to a Journey song that I don’t know off the top of my head.
“…you make me feel..” he sings and stops abruptly when he turns around and spots me standing at the foot of the stairs, watching him. He busts out laughing and smiles at me.
“Good morning.”
I giggle at him and sit down at the bar. “Good morning.”
“I fixed you some bacon and some blueberry pancakes. I was going to bring it to you in bed but…” he trails off, motioning at me sitting here.
“Thank you. It’s okay, I can eat from right here, too.”
I sit down at the bar that attaches to the island in our kitchen just as he sets a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me.
I wait patiently while he makes another plate, identical to mine but with less syrup, and sets it down at the empty space next to me.
Before sitting down, he grabs two cups and sets them down then fills one with milk for me and one with orange juice for him.
I kiss him on his cheek before digging into the delicious pancakes on my plate. He smiles at me and I feel his eyes on me for a few seconds before he laughs softly and starts eating.
“What?” I ask, looking over at him.
“I just love you,” he smiles, shoveling a forkful of blueberry pancakes into his mouth.
I finish off my pancakes in record timing and leave Cass in the kitchen while I throw on some blue jeans and a long sleeve, maroon sweater.
I run my flat-iron through my long black hair and put on some light makeup.
When I’m satisfied with my appearance, I leave the bathroom and find Cass sitting in the living room with his feet propped up on the coffee table.
“Are you ready to go, yet?” I ask.
“Yep. Been waiting on you,” he smiles, turning the television off and getting up from the couch.
“I’m taking the bike. Are you riding or driving your car?”
“I’m driving my car. I’ve got to bring the gifts and the deviled eggs, cookies, and brownies,” I say, pointing to the stack of things on the kitchen table by the back door.
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”
“Besides, it’s way too cold outside. I’d be frozen by the time we got to the club house.”
Cass chuckles and wraps one arm around my waist, leading me toward the back door. He grabs the stack of things on the table and carries them to the car for me.
“Thanks, baby. I’m right behind you,” I say, kissing him before I get in my car. His bike roars to life beside me and he takes off down the driveway. I follow behind him, shivering while I wait for my car to warm up.