36. Thea
36
Thea
C assian and I had skirted around each other since Christmas Eve. Since we’d talked, and more, his walls and mine had lowered. Neither of us fully trusted the other, but we could no longer deny the attraction between us.
Was it pure sexual chemistry? I wasn’t sure.
The guy was undeniably sexy with his caramel-colored hair and hazel eyes. Each time he strolled into the kitchen wearing a freshly laundered shirt and tailored pants, I wanted to mess him up, make him sweat, and loosen the chains around his self-control.
I suspected he craved control because he felt so powerless around his father. Micromanaging all aspects of his life, from school to the lives of his friends, prevented him from unraveling.
I’d taken a wrecking ball to his rigid existence and ruined everything. It was no wonder he distrusted me. I’d be suspicious too. Yet he’d come here anyway, and from the snippets I’d overheard, been forced to leave his vulnerable mother in the care of his not-so-loving father.
Cassian’s hand circled my wrist as his words sank in. He didn’t want me to leave.
“You want to talk some more?” In my head, I sounded confident. In reality, my voice came over as breathy and nervous. Why did Cassian make me nervous? I’d never felt that way around the others.
Not even Kyril, who scared everyone else with his deranged smiles and bloodthirsty threats.
“Not talk, no.” He grabbed me around the waist, lifting me effortlessly until I sat across his lap. From the hard bulge pressing against my butt, it was pretty obvious what he had in mind.
Excuses for why I needed to leave fluttered through my thoughts and puffed out of existence. Yes, it was late, and yes, I already had two guys sating my sexual needs. Three if we counted Milo and his voyeuristic habits.
Did I really need another?
His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the edge of my long tee higher until it bunched around my hips. My thong barely hid anything. Kyril had gifted me some new underwear. A collection of lace and silk in pretty pastel colors.
“Beautiful,” Cassian breathed, staring at the lilac silk triangle covering my mound. Was there a damp patch there? My cheeks flushed at the thought.
The room felt too hot. And not only because of the blazing fire at my back. For once, Cassian wasn’t wearing one of his trademark shirts. He’d swapped his shirt and pants for a fitted cotton jersey and gray joggers.
The cotton clung to his sculpted muscles, highlighting his broad shoulders and thick biceps. He lacked Kyril’s bulk, but it was obvious he worked out. I itched to explore the dips and hollows across his chest and abs, tracing each line and ridge of his body.
“Touch me.” When I looked into his eyes, the need there mirrored my own. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
My fingers drifted down from his shoulders, slowly exploring his pecs. When I reached his abs and dipped under the edge of his waistband, his eyes darkened.
His skin felt warm under my fingers. Smooth, with only a light dusting of hair. I shifted back so I could move lower, but he grabbed my hands, effectively putting the brakes on.
“Are you sure?”
I looked up and met his eyes. “Yes.”
This might be the last chance to explore whatever this was between us. The holidays were almost over. Once the new year arrived, I needed to leave Ireland and deal with my father. If it all went wrong, he’d kill me, or worse, hand me back to Marku.
Cassian nodded and pulled his jersey off. He leaned back and stretched his arms out across the back of the sofa, effectively giving me carte blanch to do whatever I wanted with his achingly delicious body. I felt like a kid in a candy store: so many treats; so little time.
The night in the hotel felt like a million years ago, but my memory of Cassian’s cock hadn’t faded. Not a bit.
He gritted his teeth when I reached inside his sweats and wrapped my hand around his shaft. Hmm . Maybe my memory was faulty. He definitely felt bigger than I remembered. Thicker. Harder.
When I rubbed my thumb across the tip, smearing pre-cum over the thick, bulbous head, he groaned softly. “Shit, Thea, if you carry on teasing me, I’m not gonna last long.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, swiftly withdrawing my hand.
“No, don’t apologize, baby girl.” Quick as a flash, he flipped us so I lay on the sofa and he knelt over me. He gripped my tee and pulled it off, tossing it to one side.
My eyes drifted down his body again. I wanted to see him, feel him, taste him. The hunger in me knew no bounds. I was practically feral for this man. Having Kyril fuck the shit out of me this morning had done nothing to sate my hunger.
Was raging nymphomania a symptom of early pregnancy? It seemed unlikely. Surely getting knocked up made a woman never want to have sex again. God knows being knocked up was hardly a desirable outcome for me.
Thankfully, Cassian was not a mind reader. He smiled at me in the light from the fire, oblivious to my chaotic thoughts.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about how you taste,” he said. His filthy confession lit a fire between my thighs. I ached. Burned for him.
“Please…” Begging wasn’t in my nature, but fuck that. I wanted him there.
He eased my underwear down my legs and then tossed it aside.
“I like it when you beg.” He grinned. “Now spread your legs for me.”
The dominant tone in his voice made me shiver. Cassian liked to be in control in the bedroom. I already knew that from the way he took charge in London. How would it work if Kyril was here? They were both dominant. Would Kyril back off or would Cassian cede control to Kyril?
God, I couldn’t wait to find out. Only… that might never happen.
I shoved that thought down and focused on the here and now. It was pointless making plans with the guys. Soon, I’d be on my own again. Like always.
The minute his tongue touched my pussy, I was gone. Lost in a sea of swirling desire, all rational thought erased.
“Fuck, you taste like perfection,” he murmured as he pressed a thick finger inside me, teasing me. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel all of him.
I pleaded for more, but he ignored me, pushing me higher until I exploded. Pleasure crashed over me, the howling wind providing background noise as I fell apart.
Before I could fully recover, Cassian jumped up and shed his sweatpants. His thick cock jutted out, and I swallowed hard. Fuck, how had I managed to take all of him last time?
I watched as he walked over to the bureau in the corner and picked up a wallet. When he returned, he had a condom in his hand.
“We can stop now,” he said.
Knowing he was willing to walk away unsatisfied silenced any doubts I may have had.
“I don’t want to stop. I want you to fuck me, golden boy.”
“Golden boy?” he choked.
“You’ve had a charmed life. It seems like an apt descriptor.”
A small huff of amusement fell from his lips. “On the surface, yes, I guess it would look that way. But in reality, not so much.” He sighed and looked away, and for a moment, I worried that I’d burst our little bubble. Me and my stupid mouth .
“But I’d rather not talk about my fucked up life right now. I’m more interested in fucking you.” He tore open the condom and slid it down his shaft. “Now come and sit on my cock, baby girl.”
I swallowed hard as he sat down on the sofa, hard and ready for me. Could I do this? It was one thing letting him fuck me while Landon was there. Landon’s irreverent humor and flirtatious nature had made it easier to push aside my doubts.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Thea,” Cassian growled. Once again, the thread of dominance in the words overrode my doubts. My body liked being told what to do, even if my head wasn’t quite on board.
Like a good little girl, I climbed astride his muscular thighs and perched over him.
“Ease yourself down slowly,” he ordered, gripping the base of his cock.
I hissed as his fat crown breached my entrance. God, he felt enormous.
“That’s it, nice and slow.” The tension in his jaw told me this was as much a struggle for him as it was for me, even though the wetness from the orgasm he’d already given me soaked my thighs.
“Fuck, I can’t,” I gasped as my body burned at the stretch.
“Shhh, yes you can, sweet girl,” he cooed, reaching down to stroke my clit with his thumb. With each circular caress, I melted, and he slid inside another inch.
My head fell back, the heat from the fire matching the inferno deep inside my core. A feeling of deep satisfaction, of fullness, washed over me. Cassian’s mouth found mine in a bruising kiss.
I tried to move, desperate to ease the ache, but he held me firm. His tongue leisurely explored my mouth while his hand gripped the back of my neck. When I rolled my hips, he groaned in response. Knowing I held all the power felt intoxicating.
Whereas Kyril loved to pound me into the mattress or up against the shower wall (or any hard surface), Cassian seemed comfortable letting me set the pace.
Outside, the wind howled like a banshee, but in here, we’d created our own little bubble, away from the world. I almost wished I could stay here forever, wrapped in Cassian’s arms, full of his cock. Only I wasn’t that lucky.
My head fell back as his fingers dug into my hips. He’d clearly decided it was time for him to take back control. And I was OK with that.
He moved, slowly at first, fucking me from below. With each punishing thrust, he pushed me higher, hitting all the right spots deep inside. The coarse hair on his lower abs rubbed my clit as his mouth found my breasts.
“I can feel you squeezing me. Fuck, you feel so damn good around my cock. So hot and tight.”
“I’m going to…” My body spiraled into another orgasm just as something crashed outside. It could have been a tree or even the cliff face collapsing into the ocean. At that moment, I didn’t much care.
Cassian followed me over the edge with a grunt, spilling his release into the condom. I fell forward, burying my face against his neck. He smelled of cedar, smoke, and fresh sweat.
Sweat cooled on my back. The logs had burned down into a pile of glowing embers and the room had cooled slightly, but I didn’t care. Cassian was as warm as a blanket.
“Let’s get you to bed, baby girl,” he said as my eyes drifted shut.
“Mmm.” He lifted me off and wrapped me in the blanket before disposing of the condom. Then he carried me back upstairs to my bedroom. The sheets felt cold against my overheated skin, and I grumbled with annoyance.
But instead of leaving me to sleep alone, he crawled under the covers and wrapped his arms around me. I heard him whisper something and then I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.