Chapter Five #3
“You asked what I wanted.”
His hand settled against my cheek. “I’m not objecting.”
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and licked across the head.
His hips shifted once before he controlled them.
I closed my lips around him.
His fingers combed into my hair, then opened against my nape when I took him deeper. I worked my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
He groaned.
The groan made me take him deeper.
I drew back, circled the head, then lowered my mouth again. His thighs tightened beneath my free hand.
“Look at me,” he said.
I raised my eyes.
Shane kept his eyes on mine while my lips moved around his cock. His chest lifted with each controlled breath, but the control was already breaking.
“You have no idea what you look like,” he said.
I released him long enough to answer. “I have a mirror.”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
“I know.”
I took him back into my mouth.
His head tipped toward the ceiling.
“Cassi, I’m close.”
I stroked the base faster and hollowed my cheeks.
His fingers curled against my nape, then loosened when I drew back.
“I’m going to come.”
I kept my mouth on him.
Shane groaned my name as his cock pulsed against my tongue. I swallowed while his thighs trembled, then eased back when the last contraction passed.
He leaned one hand against the counter.
I rose slowly.
“That was an excellent answer,” he said.
“You didn’t ask a question.”
“I’ve forgotten several important details.”
“I’m sure the rehearsal will come back to you.”
Shane pulled me against him and kissed me.
He tasted himself on my mouth and made a rough sound low in his throat. His hands moved down my back and over my hips.
I kissed him until his breathing steadied.
Then I kissed his neck, his chest, and the gold chain resting against his skin. Shane slid his fingers beneath my dark-navy top and traced my bare waist.
“You’re overdressed,” he said.
“I’m wearing fewer pieces than you were.”
“You removed the important ones.”
“I’m efficient.”
“That word has never sounded hotter.”
He lifted my top over my head.
My bra followed.
Shane stepped back.
My nipples tightened as his gaze moved over me.
He touched the freckles along my collarbone, then bent to take one nipple into his mouth.
I caught the back of his neck.
His tongue circled slowly before he sucked hard enough to send pressure between my thighs.
“Shane.”
He released me and kissed the other breast.
I pushed my fingers into his hair. “You’re supposed to be recovering.”
“I’m extremely motivated.”
He opened my charcoal trousers and slid them over my hips with my underwear. I stepped out of my shoes and kicked the clothing aside.
“Come here,” he said.
I was already within reach.
He gripped my waist and lifted me onto the dressing counter.
The move pulled a surprised laugh from me.
“You could’ve asked.”
“I’m asking now. Do you want to stay here?”
“Yes, I do.”
He drew my knees apart and crouched between them.
My palms pressed against the counter.
Shane kissed the inside of my knee and worked upward. His mouth reached my wet pussy with a slow lick that made my fingers clamp around the counter’s edge.
He held my thighs open and licked me again.
“More,” I said.
His mouth settled over my clit.
I leaned back against the mirror. The bulbs warmed my upper back while his tongue circled my clit and his hands anchored my thighs.
My heel dug into the edge of the counter.
“That’s it,” I said. “Keep doing that.”
His eyes lifted to mine without his mouth leaving me.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and moved against his tongue. He matched the rhythm, giving me firmer pressure each time my hips lifted.
Pressure gathered low and sharp.
“Shane, don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
Pleasure broke through me in hard pulses. I cried out and gripped his hair while his mouth stayed on me and his hands held my thighs through every contraction.
When my thighs stopped shaking, he kissed my clit once more and stood.
His mouth glistened.
I pulled him into a kiss and tasted myself on his tongue.
His cock had hardened again against my inner thigh.
“You recover quickly,” I said.
“You’re sitting naked on a dressing counter.”
“That’s the medical explanation?”
“That’s the only explanation I need.”
I wrapped one leg around his waist.
Shane stopped with his forehead against mine. “Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
“I will.”
He dragged the head of his cock through my wetness, then pressed inside while holding my gaze.
The stretch made my nails bite into his upper arms.
Shane paused.
“I’m good,” I said. “Keep going.”
He drove deeper until my hips reached the edge of the counter.
His breath left him in a rough sound.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I tightened my leg around him and pulled him closer.
He withdrew slowly, then thrust back into me.
The counter shifted beneath us.
Shane braced one hand beside my hip and used the other to support my thigh. He set a firm pace that drove his cock deep without knocking me against the mirror.
I met every thrust.
His mouth moved over my neck and collarbone. The gold chain brushed my breast. I dug my fingers into his back and rolled my hips when he entered me.
“That’s it,” he said. “Take me.”
“I am.”
He thrust harder.
The mirror lights blurred behind him.
I kissed him, then bit lightly at his lower lip. Shane groaned and changed the angle, pulling my hips closer to the counter’s edge.
His cock hit the spot that sent pressure through my clit.
“Again,” I said.
He repeated it.
I pressed two fingers to my clit and matched the pace of his thrusts.
Shane kept his eyes on mine as he drove into me.
“Come for me, Cassi.”
My fingers moved faster.
His mouth covered mine, but it didn’t contain the cry that escaped when the orgasm broke. My pussy gripped his cock in hard pulses as I pulled him deeper with my leg.
Shane’s rhythm faltered.
“Fuck, I can feel you.”
I kept moving against him through the last pulses.
His hand tightened beneath my thigh.
“I’m going to come again.”
“Yes. Come inside me.”
He drove into me again and held me tight against him.
Shane groaned against my neck as his cock pulsed inside me.
I wrapped both arms around him.
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
The bass test on the distant stage vibrated faintly through the wall.
Shane lifted his head. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m excellent.”
“That’s the word you chose?”
“You made me come twice. Don’t get greedy about the adjective.”
He kissed me slowly.
Then he eased out and helped me down from the counter.
My knees wobbled, and Shane caught my waist with both hands.
“You can laugh,” I said.
“I’m trying to stay alive.”