Chapter 27
27
C assie could feel Marc’s eyes on her as she went up the stairs ahead of him.
Despite all the pep talks she’d given herself throughout the day, as soon as Marc shut the door behind him, Cassie knew they were going to have sex.
Knew it because she felt like she might die if they didn’t.
She paused on her way to the bathroom. ‘I need a shower,’ she said, her eyes on Marc, who looked like he had a fever. He was breathing hard, his face flushed as he watched Cassie unbutton her shirt. Her skin was already so sensitised that she wanted to scream at the drag of wet cotton across it. ‘If you … I mean … you can come too if you like.’
Cassie barely had time to step under the spray in the walk-in shower before Marc joined her. She briefly wondered if this might be too awkward, too much too soon. Being naked together, showering together, but the doubts flew right out of her mind in the time it took Mark to push her against the wall so she had the cold tiles against her front and him hot and hard behind her.
She expected him to turn her around then and kiss her just the right side of forceful, but he did something much better. He picked up Cassie’s bottle of shampoo from the recessed shelf and when he was sure that her hair was wet, he began to rub in the shampoo. Massaging her scalp with fingers that didn’t miss a spot, then rinsing until her hair squeaked.
‘Conditioner?’ he asked because he was a man of the world.
‘Just the ends,’ Cassie said, her back still to him.
Marc’s touch was gentle as he separated out the strands until he was sure that the conditioner had been rinsed out. Then he gathered her hair up in a loose ponytail, wound it around his fist and tugged hard. It made Cassie’s knees weak and she had to put her hands flat against the wall.
‘Spread your legs,’ he whispered in her ear, biting down on the lobe. His hand drifted to her pussy, which was as wet as the rest of her. ‘This needs some attention too.’
Cassie couldn’t bear it any longer. She wriggled around in his arms so she could touch him too, her hands moulding to the damp planes of his chest. ‘I can think of something else that needs attention.’
Marc’s cock was already hard against her belly. When she dragged his head down for a kiss, she could feel it quiver between them. Cassie put her hands on his shoulders and thought he’d hoist her up in his arms, slam her back against the wall, take her like that, but he shook his head, even though she hadn’t yet run her plans by him.
‘That’s not going to happen,’ he said sharply.
It was one of the most confusing rejections Cassie had ever had. Both of them naked, his erection prodding at her but … ‘You don’t want to have sex with me?’
‘I very much want to have sex with you, but not in a shower,’ Marc said, leaning down to steal another kiss. ‘One of those things that sounds good in theory. In reality, too slippery.’
‘Slippery is good,’ Cassie said, as she rubbed shower gel on her breasts. Not because they needed a good clean but she liked the way Marc went immediately non-verbal and moistened his lips with a flash of tongue.
‘I prefer a little friction myself,’ he said, once Cassie had moved on to washing her arms. ‘But if you like slippery, I’m sure we can come up with something.’
‘Something’s already up,’ Cassie pointed out, grazing the tip of his cock with one soapy hand.
‘Enough of the double entendres. It’s like sharing a shower with Davy, which is one hell of a buzzkill.’ Marc turned her around again, so she couldn’t put her hands on him any more. ‘I’m sure you’re clean enough.’
Cassie wanted to say something about getting very dirty but fair warning, she really didn’t want to kill the pleasing buzz, which was making her nerve endings sing. ‘I’m done here. Do you have any objections to having sex on the bed?’
‘No objections at all,’ he said with a half-smile. ‘Let’s pick up where we left things last night. Go and lie on the bed, eyes closed, legs spread, and wait for me.’
Someone telling Cassie what to do, especially when that someone was an older white man with a public-school accent, made her hackles rise. Like Koita when he saw the two chihuahuas that lived further down the crescent.
But in this context, and with the way that Marc tugged on her hair again as she brushed past him, smiling when it made her gasp, being told exactly what to do was unbearably, suddenly-quite-hard-to-breathe hot.
She wrapped herself in a thick white towel, left the bathroom and walked over to the bed, her feet leaving damp tracks on the plush carpet. She switched off the big light – this was absolutely not a big light moment – and turned on the lamps on either side of the bed. Then, as instructed, Cassie lay down, took a deep breath to give herself some courage, untucked the towel and parted her thighs.
Her body was warm from the shower and the change in temperature to the still air of the room instantly made her nipples pucker, her skin feel tight, even as Cassie felt as if she was coming to a slow simmer.
She heard the shower turn off, her ears straining for the sound of his movements, for the bathroom door to open, the soft thud of his footsteps bringing Marc closer to her, but there was nothing.
Just the anticipation. The mere thought of what Marc was going to do made Cassie tilt her hips, take deep, shuddering breaths, and she knew that if she put her hand between her legs, she’d be slick with need.
Maybe she was just impatient but she was sure that Marc was making her wait much longer than was strictly necessary.
Then the bathroom door opened. Cassie was lying widthways across the bed so as soon as Marc stepped out, he’d be looking directly at the pulsing damp heart of her.
‘Oh God, what a beautiful sight you are,’ he murmured as if he was talking to himself.
Her eyes still tightly shut, Cassie sensed the displacement of air as he stalked closer to her. Then he stopped and she was sure she could feel the heat coming off him, his eyes taking in every damp, pliant inch of her.
She sucked in a gasp when he suddenly took hold of her ankles and slowly and deliberately pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then he parted her legs even further and she felt him lean down to run the tip of a finger between the lips of her pussy, to delve, then dip into her.
He hummed slightly when he felt how wet she was. But when Cassie arched her hips again to get more than that light touch, he took his hand away. She opened her eyes to see him suck the finger into his mouth, a hint of teeth, another flash of tongue.
‘I can’t wait much longer,’ Cassie admitted with an edge of desperation. ‘I thought you’d be on your knees by now.’
‘I didn’t tell you to open your eyes,’ Marc said sternly, the sternness doing as much for her as the heat of his gaze, the anticipation of what was to come. ‘Maybe I should make you wait a bit more.’
She pouted. ‘Why would you do that? That’s just mean.’
Marc’s smile was positively feral. ‘When you know that you’re about to get exactly what you want, then it doesn’t hurt to savour the anticipation.’ Just as Cassie was about to protest in the strongest possible terms, he did drop to his knees, dragging her closer still so she could drape her legs over his shoulders.
Then he got straight to business and took Cassie right back to where she’d been over twenty-four hours earlier. One finger inside her, then two, his mouth sucking hard on her clit. It didn’t take any time at all before Cassie was gasping and grinding against his mouth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come so quickly.
She barely had ten seconds to bask in the afterglow before Marc pulled her down so they were both on the floor, Cassie on top of him as she kissed the taste of herself from his mouth. Somehow the towel she’d been lying on was caught between them, so she lifted herself up, Marc groaning as her pelvis ground against him, tugged it free and threw it behind her.
And there they were. Both of them naked. Nothing and nowhere to hide.
‘Look at you,’ he murmured, his tone and his gaze reverent. ‘Still so fucking sexy. All this time, Cass, and I still think about how you felt, how you looked, how you tasted. Your mouth, your breasts, your cunt.’
‘I never think about you,’ Cassie said, as she leaned forward so her breasts were brushing his face, but when Marc tried to mouth one, she pulled away.
‘You never think about me?’ He sounded … not peeved. Maybe a little offended.
Cassie shook her head as she moved back and straddled his thighs. Then she rubbed the back of her hand against his cock. He was so hard that it had to hurt. ‘Not once have I thought about all those pretty things you said to me in French,’ she said, relishing the way his dick throbbed at her words. ‘About how you told me exactly what to do when you fucked my throat. I wonder if you still taste the same.’
Then she bent her head and took his cock in her mouth. She could still remember what he’d taught her. She’d picked up a few new tricks since then too.
She could tell that he was trying to keep still and when his hands crept up to tangle in her hair, he didn’t push her head down. To reward him for learning some manners, Cassie took him as deep as she could, gagging a little but she didn’t mind that and Marc certainly didn’t. Because every time she spluttered, his cock jerked in approval and soon he had her hair clutched in a loose ponytail so he could see exactly what she looked like as she sucked him off, her mouth stretched tight around his dick.
When Marc threw his head back and his grip on her hair became more frantic, Cassie pulled her mouth free and tightened her grip on the base of his shaft. ‘Don’t you dare,’ she hissed, because he wasn’t going to come in her mouth, not when she wanted to lift herself up, then sink slowly down on his cock.
Cassie could feel him pulsing against the walls of her pussy and, like him, now that she’d got exactly what she wanted, she wanted to savour it. To draw out the moment. Marc tried to grab her hips to get her to move so he could control the pace – he still loved to be in control – but Cassie pinned his arms above his head, both of them panting as she took him in a little deeper.
They both knew that he could easily free himself if he wanted to, but it seemed like he didn’t want to. His hands flexed in her grip as he watched her through heavy-lidded eyes.
Cassie forced herself to go as slow as thick honey dripping off a spoon, relishing every single groan she wrenched out of him as she squeezed around his cock again and again because she’d done so much bloody yoga in the last sixteen years.
Then, when she couldn’t bear it any longer because tormenting Marc was just tormenting herself, Cassie leaned forward so she could get some friction on her clit. Then she was moving faster and faster and he was looking up at her like she was a goddess or something.
‘ Tu es si belle. Ta chatte est si bonne. Je veux que tu jouisses sur ma bite .’ Cassie still didn’t know what he was saying but she knew it was something filthy and then she was coming even harder than she’d done a few minutes before. Arching her back and tossing her head and it was only the bruising grip of his hands on her hips that kept him inside her.
Because Marc was still hard, and biting his lip to stop himself from coming even as her walls kept fluttering around him.
‘Can you take one more?’ he asked.
What he was asking was quite impossible. She wasn’t twenty-one any more but she found herself nodding. ‘Can you give me one more?’
He pulled out of her and had her on her back so quickly that Cassie could only blink up at him as he lowered his head to suck one aching nipple into the moist heat of his mouth, his fingers tugging at its twin.
‘I don’t actually need any more foreplay,’ Cassie said, spreading her legs.
‘Good.’ He was back deep inside her with one strong thrust.
Neither of them were going to last long. Not when Marc was fucking her hard and fast and Cassie had one hand on her clit, the other hand digging into his back.
She wanted this to last, wanted a few more X-rated memories that she wouldn’t forget, but she was coming far too quickly again and then Marc pulled out and it took just a couple of strokes of his hand before he painted her belly with sticky white ribbons of cum.
He rolled off her and they both lay there on their backs, staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard, not touching until Marc took Cassie’s hand. She threaded her fingers through his and they stayed like that. Cassie knew that she’d suffer for this tomorrow with aching muscles, carpet burns and a metric ton of regret but for now, she was perfectly content.