6. Chapter 6
Chapter six
Fuck it is right. I’m slowly melting into a puddle of goo.
That was sexy. My body buzzes, awakening for him in a way it hasn’t in forever.
The tension between us is so thick, I can feel it pressing against me like an invisible force.
All I can think about is, if I’m about to fuck a rockstar, I think our fate was sealed when he pinned me against the wall in the hallway.
The bus begins to move, shaking me from my thoughts. When I slowly lift my eyes to meet his, he’s smirking. His cocky grin sends heat rushing between my legs. Cas takes a drag from the joint, blowing the smoke away from us.
“So what did you think?”
“I think I liked it,” I answer.
“Good.” He holds the joint up. “Do you want me to hold this while you hit it?”
I think about his question. A little weed never hurt anyone, and so far the fuck it method is paying off big time. “Yes.”
Before I can change my mind, he presses his fingers to my lips. “Open your mouth, just a little bit, pretend you’re kissing my fingers and suck in.”
“Is this how you trick girls into kissing you?” I tease.
He laughs. “No. I don’t have to trick you into kissing me. I know you want to. I’m just waiting for you to figure it out.”
“Can’t blame a girl for wanting bragging rights,” I quip in a raspy voice.
He shakes his head, holding out the joint. My lips brush against his fingers as they part. I clench my thighs together and close my eyes. Following his directions, I kiss his fingers and suck.
Smoke fills my mouth. Choking, I pull back with a gasp, forgetting to exhale before I try to take a breath.
I cough hard a few times. Cas pats me on the back with his free hand, then stands to grab a bottle of water.
My eyes water as I take the cool bottle from him, open it, and chug.
It feels as if I’m swallowing sandpaper.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern causing his brow to furrow.
“I’m okay,” I say, forcing a smile.
“Do you want one more before I finish it?” he offers—he’s not being pushy, he’s being polite.
This time I don’t hesitate with my response. I’m not giving myself the opportunity to say no, or to overthink anything. Besides, I don’t even feel high. He tries to hand me the joint, but I shake my head.
“I want you to do it.” I bat my eyelashes.
If he had a barrier, it just crumbled. Without a second thought, he holds the joint to my lips and I inhale again. This time I remember to exhale, and I don’t make a complete fool of myself, which makes me feel a million times more relaxed.
Cas finishes the joint as he slides closer to me. “How do you feel?”
I swallow. My mouth feels dry, but no matter how many sips of water I take, it doesn’t get any better. “My throat is really scratchy, but I feel pretty good.”
“Here, let me get you a popsicle. It usually helps.” Cas offers, which is kinda sweet of him. “I only have blue raspberry or banana. Pick your poison.”
I laugh. “So the rockstar only likes two popsicle flavors.”
“You’re lucky, I only share with pretty girls.” He shrugs me off and returns with two blue raspberries.
“Thank you,” I say as he hands it to me unwrapped and ready to be enjoyed.
“Are you still in a hurry to get as far away from me as possible?” Cas teases.
“It’s not my bedtime yet. I can stay out longer,” I reply, leaning into him.
He responds by wrapping an arm around me, as if it’s as natural as breathing.
I don’t mind how impulsive he is. He’s cocky, but in a restrained, sexy way.
My body betrays me. I’m suddenly aware of every place we’re touching, and I can’t stop thinking about how good he smells.
His cologne is spicy with a hint of leather, and something else that makes it a manly scent.
“Cheers,” he offers, tapping our popsicles together before popping it in his mouth. We sit in silence as I relish in the relief the cold ice feels sliding down my throat.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“How good the popsicle feels,” I confess.
He smiles. A flicker of something—
“What were you thinking?” I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.
Cas chuckles. “I was thinking it’d be better if I was sucking your cum off my popsicle right now.”
I feel my cheeks heat, warmth travels between my legs and into my lower belly. I can’t believe he’s talking to me so dirty. He’s way too confident. I’m just going to be okay with whatever he says. It’s intense, but I want him to keep talking dirty to me.
Cas clears his throat. “Tell me about yourself. What else do I need to know?”
His breath teases the shell of my ear, and his fingers trail lightly over my forearm. I melt against him. Every sensation is an overload of pleasure. My body doesn’t know how to process this much attention. My nipples pebble beneath my clothes from my growing arousal.
“There’s not much else to tell. You’ve met my best friend. I travel a lot because I work in the comic book industry.”
“That’s pretty cool. What’s been your favorite place to visit?”
“London,” I blurt without even thinking about it. “We stayed a few extra days and did the entire tourist thing.”
“That sounds pretty cool. I was just on tour in Paris, Amsterdam, Germany, and a few other places a couple months ago. We didn’t make it to London, but now I’m going to have to stop there next year.” When he talks, his chest rumbles against me, and it makes me feel comfortable.
“Wow. I haven’t made it to any of those places, and they’re all on my bucket list. I’m so jealous. Which one was your favorite?” I ask, astonished by his list of tour stops.
“Honestly, I can’t even believe I’m admitting this, but Paris. The Eiffel Tower is iconic. It was the coolest part of the trip.”
We make small talk about places we both want to go and the places we’ve both visited while we finish our popsicles. The bus comes to an all-too-soon stop, and moments later, the engine cuts. Has it really been that long?
Cas plays with my hair between his fingers. “We’re at the hotel. When you’re ready to leave, I’ll get you a ride. But, for now, I hope you’ll stay?”
“And why is it you want me to stay?”
“Because Vivienne, you’re the first person I’ve felt relaxed with in a long time. After we met, I couldn’t let you walk away without getting to know you. And every moment after that I’ve spent thinking about falling asleep with you in my arms.”
Where the fuck is Roxy when I need her? How the hell am I supposed to know if he actually means all this garbage or if he’s just saying it because he wants to hook up? Am I supposed to tell him I’m cool with just hooking up so he stops making this weird?
“I guess that’s a good enough reason,” I answer awkwardly. “What do you want to do?”
Cas sees right through my question. “Oh I have a few ideas, and almost all of them involve you coming on me.”
Thankfully, things are moving in the right direction. Flirty, no-strings-attached sex is something I’m more than ready for.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mr. Rockstar.”
He grins. “I promise I’m going to make you come.”
Before I have a chance to reply, his mouth is on mine.
He kisses me softly at first. Our lips collide like a building storm, our passion growing with intensity until I’ve lost all control.
My mouth simply opens in surrender as I allow him to conquer me.
His hands capture my waist and hoist me so that I’m straddling him.
The leather skirt I’m wearing rides up until I’m sure the bottom of my ass cheeks are hanging out. As if reading my mind, his hands travel over my hips, slide down my thighs, and squeeze the bare skin right below each cheek. I moan into him.
He breaks our kiss. My head spins as he pulls his lips away from mine, lifts his hands behind his head, leans back, and says, “See. I told you I can make you come.”
I blink at him, staring hard in disbelief. He does know that moaning doesn’t equal coming, right? Is he fucking with me? I can’t tell. I make a face, eyeing him wearily. “You didn’t make me come.”
He just smiles and corrects me, “I didn’t make you come…yet. When I do, I’ll make sure my dick is nice and deep inside of you.”
This man is—I don’t know what he is other than addictive.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck a stranger as bad as I do this one.
He’s dripping in ink, has an incredible body, is actually kind of normal, which is nice.
Um, Cas is also a master of witty banter.
Oh and he’s a motherfucking rockstar. If only I had more people to brag to about my sex life besides Roxy.
“You’re speechless—and you haven’t even seen my dick yet. Today’s a great day. If you get on your knees, open that pretty little mouth just a bit wider, and promise not to bite me, maybe I’ll let you see it.” He winks, confidently tracing a fingertip along the inside of my thigh.
I have no words. Cas Wilder is absolutely unhinged in the most sexy and confident way.
I almost want to climb on the ground and suck his dick like, yes, Mr. Rockstar, whatever you want, anything for you.
To my surprise, I do exactly as he instructed.
I drop to my knees, landing on the soft rug, and look up at him obediently.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, all the while watching with a searing gaze.
I smile. It turns out, I might have a bit of a praise kink.
“Do you see the drawer on the coffee table behind you?” he rasps, smugly unfastening his belt. “Open it and pick one. My agent’s a stickler for no babies, but I’m clean.”