Chapter 18
Chapter eighteen
My body falls against the mattress. I stare up at the masked man looking down at me, and the world slows.
A soft pause that I allow myself to linger in.
I study his hard jaw, and the way I can still see his eyes through the holes in his mask.
I trace the curve of his full lips, thinking about what it might feel like if he were to move here.
We’d be closer and able to spend more time together.
We’d definitely be able to do more of this.
I suck my bottom lip in, imagining this god of a man in the bedroom playing out all my fantasies.
Is this the universe apologizing for the absolute loser I just wasted years of my life with?
In retrospect, I convinced myself I was setting him up to fail, but I think subconsciously I was handing him an opportunity to succeed.
He’s used to the masked man persona, which truly makes this fantasy come alive.
With Cas behind the mask, it makes it easier to let go.
I feel safe enough to embrace the moment.
I sneak another peek at him, only to find he’s still intently watching me—measuring my reactions, calculating his next move.
The frozen ice wall protecting my heart bursts, shattering to let a new surge of emotions back in.
They ground me deeper in the moment, anchoring their roots and making space for something new to grow.
His fingers trail lightly up my thighs, deepening the trance-like state I’ve entered, pulling me back into the moment.
Every touch ignites a fire, which slowly builds in intensity.
When I look up at him through my lashes, I allow my gaze to linger once more.
My body bends to him, reacting to his every touch.
He watches me with such intensity while his hands confidently explore.
He doesn’t need to see where they’re going; he simply moves.
He commands and dominates, as if it’s second nature.
There’s nothing for me to overanalyze or study, because Cas controls it all.
His hands glide intentionally over my breasts, kneading them gently, playing with the weight of them as he controls the pace.
I try to relax my body and slow my breathing, savoring each drawn-out touch.
I close my eyes, arching against him as his thumb and finger close around my nipples, applying light pressure.
“Eyes on me, Vivienne. I want to watch you fall apart.” His voice rumbles, deep and gravelly from his chest.
In one smooth motion, he drops his pants, then rips off his shirt. Cas Wilder is standing in my bedroom, about ready to fuck me in nothing but his black boxer briefs, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m unintentionally falling for him—and I don’t know how to stop.
All I wanted was to be a free spirit. This was never supposed to happen. I was only looking for a one-and-done hookup. A chance to see where life takes me instead of allowing relationship drama to hold me back. Except he’s not like that. He seems genuinely supportive of my career.
A groan pulls me back to Cas as his fingers continue to play. He drives me mad with desire, until my nipples are nothing but hard peaks, desperate for his attention. His fingers abandon my breasts to slide lower down my stomach. Tracing my tan lines, he draws out each stroke.
More. I need more. I moan, craving his touch. I want him to touch me—to make me come undone. His hands dip between my legs, and when I cry out with desire, he laughs. A satisfied chuckle, like he’s amused with himself.
I’m about to turn his world upside down.
We’ve drawn this out all night, and I’m ready for him to be inside me.
I want to ride his massive cock until I can’t come anymore and my body gives out.
I move quickly, rolling out of his reach, shoving my pillows to the floor, then crawling to the headboard.
Leaning back on my shins with my legs spread, I toss him a look over my shoulder.
Cas rips his boxers to the ground, stepping out of them so he can climb in behind me.
I throw my head back, allowing my long hair to slide down my back.
Right on cue, he grips it. His fingers curl in at the magical spot that makes my toes curl.
I reach for the headboard, gripping it firmly.
Cas places one hand next to mine, and I can finally feel the heat radiating from his body.
His dick slides across my pussy, teasing me still—knowing he controls the pace.
“Please,” I gasp.
He holds his fingers to his lips. “Shhhhhh.”
My pussy clenches, and I come. I try to hold it in, but fail. It leaks out—and boy, does Cas notice.
He scoffs, delightfully. “Is my little victim a dirty girl who likes to be naughty?”
There’s a darkness to his tone that nearly sends me over the edge a second time, but I tamp it down, biting my lip hard.
“I’ll give you this big dick when I want to. I’m in control. You’ll be a good girl and let me tease that tight little pussy until it’s dripping wet. I want you to come all over me. Show me how bad you want it.” He gives my hair a tug, and I moan.
This time, I do nothing to stop the liquid dripping from my pussy. I’m too high off the way he feels, spearing his cock through me while I try to grind against it with each pass.
“That’s a good girl, coming from just my words. Do I have you that turned on?”
I nod my head, remembering he told me not to talk.
“Good.” He reaches around to tease my clit as I feel his head press inside.
Another wave of pleasure passes, and a gush of liquid from deep within me escapes as he slides his way deeper inside my throbbing pussy. I can’t focus on anything but the crescendo of pleasure building.
Cas presses deeper with a grunt. “All the way. That’s my good girl, taking my dick and soaking me with her cum.
” He holds himself in place, buried to his hilt, as he strokes my clit over and over, coaxing me closer and closer to another release.
I roll my hips, grinding on his dick, chasing my pleasure.
“Oh fuck yeah.” Cas’s voice rasps. “Use me, darling. Ride my cock like you need this.”
Every stroke of his magic fingers makes me come.
I squirt uncontrollably each time a small orgasm rushes through me, building until my body feels like it’s going to explode.
I don’t want this to end. It feels fucking amazing.
My body feels like I’m floating as I take everything I want from Cas, and he slams into me, chasing his own release now that my body is in an orgasmic freefall.
He stretches inside me in every direction, filling me even fuller than before.
He’s swelling up, about to come. We completely forgot to use a condom, but I don’t care.
I want to feel his hot cum bursting inside of me.
My body snaps, and the floodgates open. I scream out in pleasure as Cas comes along with me, his moans making me come even harder.
When we collapse, we pant, catching our breath. My bed is a mess that no amount of towels can fix right now. I also don’t feel like making it.
“Come on,” I say, rolling from my bed and beginning to strip it. “We’re sleeping in one of the guest rooms.”
He moves begrudgingly. Once the sheets are stripped, I lead him down the hall to another room. I flip on the TV, toss him the remote, and climb into bed to crash. Cas follows me.
“Come here,” he whispers, pulling my body to his. “Good night, Vivienne.”
“Good night,” I answer.
He presses a kiss to my neck, and within seconds, I’m falling asleep in Cas’s arms. It’s as marvelous as I imagined it would be. I’m safe, relaxed, and my sleep is dreamless.