19. Cassie
CASSIE
Tor holds my hand as we walk into the lake house tonight, and I find I’m not as distracted by the dreaded entryway as I thought I might be.
He grabs us a couple of fresh bottles of water from the fridge, then we head straight up to his bedroom.
I still need to shower—first from work, now because I got sweaty and Tor came inside me again, and I’m not trying to have babies anytime soon.
Just like I did a couple of nights ago, I close the door to his bathroom.
A clean towel is already set out on the counter with a washcloth on top, and beside them is a royal blue scrap of material, folded up so I can’t quite make out what it is.
When I unfold it and hold it up, a blue lace thong falls to the floor.
Cocking an eyebrow, I look at the scrap of blue material. The lace is soft, not itchy, but the negligee is completely see-through. Small triangles of material cover the tits, but this nightwear definitely wasn’t designed with coverage in mind.
I suppose I could just grab a T-shirt out of his closet to wear over this, but I kind of like the idea of putting it on for him. He obviously picked this out because he liked it.
A little smile tugs at my lips as I bend down to retrieve the dropped underwear—if you can call it that. It’s so ridiculously pointless, I might just go without panties. I wonder what Tor will think when he notices I’m completely naked underneath.
I bite my lip with anticipation as I open the shower door and lean in to turn on the water. Quickly, I get out of my clothes, and just as I’m turning to check the temperature, the bathroom door opens.
My eyes widen in surprise. I didn’t lock it tonight, but I didn’t expect him to come in, either.
Tor closes the door behind him, then turns to face me. “Decided I might as well shower with you.”
I smile. “How environmentally friendly of you.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s the reason.”
“I know,” I say as he catches me around the waist, pulling my naked body against his. He’s fully clothed, but the imbalance doesn’t bother me. “You’re such a Good Samaritan.”
“Oh, yeah,” he says playfully, leaning close enough to steal my breath. “The best.”
I smile, and he leans down to steal a kiss. I wrap my hands around his neck, my heart fluttering as his perfect lips meet mine.
Once he’s had his fill—for the moment—he lets me go and drags his hoodie over his head. He steps out of his jeans, then his boxer briefs. His cock hangs between his muscular thighs, drawing my attention as he steps into the shower and adjusts the temperature to his liking.
I wait, unsure if he’s staying or coming back out.
“Get in here,” he says, answering my unasked question.
My heart leaps a little, and I step inside the shower with him, pulling the spotless glass door closed behind me.
“No funny business,” I warn him, even as he grabs my waist and pulls my body flush against his. “We cannot have sex without a condom anymore. We just can’t.”
His lips find my neck, the enclosure already filling with steam. “We can do whatever we want.”
I shake my head, disagreeing. “It’s too risky. If you want me to go on birth control, I can, but until I do…” I gasp as he nips at my neck, then kisses the spot he lightly bit.
“I’m good with condoms for now,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along the front of my throat. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until we’re back in the bedroom to fuck you again.”
“Thank you,” I murmur as he walks me backward, planting me against the tile wall.
He slides his hand down between my legs. “You didn’t say anything about touching, though.”
And touch me, he does.
He makes me come again and turns me right back into silly putty.
I’m too languid to function after that, so he takes charge, moving me around the shower, beneath the spray and out of it, even shampooing and conditioning my hair for me.
He kisses my neck and shoulders as he washes my tits, then he slides his hand between my legs again—thankfully, just to wash me this time.
He already said he plans to fuck me again, and I don’t know how many orgasms my body can take in one night.
After the shower, I put on the flimsy little thing he bought me and do a little spin for him. The heat in his gaze as he watches me gives my tummy a little thrill.
Tor gets in bed naked. I followed him to his side, but he doesn’t seem to mind. As soon as he’s on the bed, he grabs my hand, tugging me close, then he gets a better grip and lifts me, pulling me on top of him. “Bring your sexy little ass over here.”
I laugh a little, spreading my legs to straddle him again. Our bodies are pressed together, me on top of him, and he’s gazing at me with a look in his eyes that makes me melt. He sees sides of me no one ever has before, and he can still look at me like that.
I slide my fingers through his hair, then lean in to softly kiss the corner of his mouth.
Tor’s hands find my ass. He gives it a squeeze, then uses my hips to grind my pussy against him.
My breath catches. Since he was in the bathroom with me, I did put on the thong, so there’s a scrap of material between my pussy and his cock, but it’s not much. He rubs me against him again, and I sigh with pleasure. I absolutely love the way he handles me.
Before long, I fall into the rhythm he starts me on, riding and grinding him. His cock is fully hard now, pushing against me. My eyes drift closed, jolts of electricity coursing through my body with the continued friction.
I’m breathing hard when Tor suddenly lets go of my hips. My movement stutters. Even though I picked up the rhythm, I liked him leading me in it.
Then I see he’s only stopped so he can reach over into his nightstand for a condom. “Get those panties off,” he tells me.
I don’t have to be told twice.
“You want me to stay on top?” I ask, shifting my weight as I drag the panties off.
“Hell yes I do.”
His enthusiasm makes me grin, and I actually love this position too, so I’m not complaining.
As soon as he gets the condom rolled on, his hands are back on my hips, but like when I started sucking him on the boat, he gives me a minute to play first. I was restrained when he entered me out there, so I didn’t have use of my hands.
Now that I do, I reach down and grab his cock, guiding him to my entrance myself this time.
The condom adds a different layer to things. I know I’m the one who insisted on it—for practicality’s sake—but it didn’t occur to me until this moment as I rub the lubed-up condom along my slit…
The last time someone fucked me with a condom on was the night I was raped. Sure, technically Tor put one on the night Tim was murdered, but that “wasn’t really sex” and we were in a rush just legitimizing our alibi, so it didn’t register.
This does.
I swallow, debating changing my mind and telling him to take it off, but it’s too reckless. Maybe I’ll look into birth control tomorrow so we don’t have to use these for much longer, but for tonight… we need to be safe.
“You okay?”
My gaze jumps to his handsome face. I force a little smile and nod, fitting the head of his cock just inside me.
Pushing away those ugly stray thoughts of anything but us and this moment, I sink down onto Tor’s cock. He fills me inch by inch, stretching me as I take him deeper. When I get him all the way inside me, I stop for a second, soaking up the feeling of just sitting completely on his cock.
Then I start to move.
As I do, I start to moan, and the noisier I am, the firmer Tor’s grip gets on my hips.
I’m so glad we have this house to ourselves because I don’t want to be quiet.
I arch back a bit, grabbing his thighs behind me for balance.
One of Tor’s hands finally leaves my hip so he can touch my tits, jutting out in this position, barely contained by the flimsy lace of this nightie.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rumbles as he squeezes.
He makes me feel fucking beautiful.
I keep riding him, letting go of one thigh so I can rake a hand through my hair. I feel restless and wanton, bouncing on his cock while he plays with my tits.
He sits up a bit, bracing a hand on my back, guiding me into the position he wants me in so I’m cradled, still with his cock inside me. He pulls me closer, tearing down the material over my tits so he can suck on them.
“Oh god,” I sigh, sinking my fingers into his hair.
His grip on me tightens, then he shifts, laying me down near the foot of the bed.
He hovers over me, lifting one of my legs and draping it over his shoulder.
He repositions his cock, then drives into me.
I gasp, my eyes opening wide and my thighs trembling.
This angle feels completely different, and I grab beneath me for purchase, my fingers tangling in the sheets as he pounds into me over and over.
“Oh my god,” I whine breathlessly. “Tor.”
The breath is sucked from my lungs for a different reason when he covers my mouth.
My heart sinks, my eyes flying open. Suddenly, the ceiling of this room fuses with the identical one down the hall, and for a split second, I’m thrown back to last year, when another cock was inside me, another hand clamped down over my mouth.
Tor holds my gaze, but when he says, “Shh,” my heart stops.
Of course he can’t know that’s what his brother did to me, but I know.
Panic starts to build in my chest. Tor shoves into me harder, and breathing becomes increasingly more difficult.
I tell myself to relax. This is Tor, not Tim. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m not being attacked. Tor cares about me, and I care about him, and this is nothing like that. It’s not his fault he… did the same thing.
“Shh,” he says again, but I’m not making any noise. Maybe he sees the panic in my eyes. He moves his hand, pushing his thumb into my mouth. “Suck.”
Heart hammering in my chest, I do as he says. My body still feels off, but as I hold his gaze, sucking on his thumb the way I would his cock, I feel myself returning to this moment.
Once he’s satisfied, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth and asks, “You want to be on top again?”
“Yes, please.”
Tor cradles my face tenderly, looking down at me, and when he brushes a thumb near the corner of my eye, I realize he’s catching a tear.
I didn’t realize I was crying.
He doesn’t mention it, but he pulls his cock out of me and lies back down.
A bit shakily, I climb on top of him.
This time, he lets me set the pace.
Slowly, I find my rhythm again.
The dread dissipates and the good kind of tension starts to build.
I’m breathless for the right reasons.
When I feel myself getting dangerously close to the edge, I brace myself on him, my palms pressing flat against his well-muscled chest. I can feel the movement of his muscles and the beating of his heart. Strong. Fast.
I move faster—mindless, frantic, chasing pleasure to drown out all the bad thoughts. Tor grabs the hand that isn’t braced over his heart, and he brings my palm to his lips so he can press a kiss there.
It’s so sweet, I think my heart is going to give out, and then without warning, he grabs my hips and drives up into me, and I go flying over the edge.
A sharp cry bursts from my throat as a third orgasm crashes over me, somehow bigger and more soul-consuming than the other two.
I’m drowning in ecstasy again, unable to breathe.
Tor grabs my face, pulling me in for a brutal kiss, and rapture pours through every inch of my body, cleansing my mind and my soul.
I could kiss him forever.
He holds me close as he moves his hips, pistoning his cock into me. My body rocks in time with his thrusts, but I’m a puddle. I can’t move or even think.
I want him to use me, I want him to get his pleasure, so when he finally does, another wave of peace and gratitude washes over me.
Tor collapses on the bed, and I slide off his cock, curling up beside him. I settle my hand over his heart again so I can feel it beating, and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me close.
“You okay?” he grumbles, kissing my temple.
I nod, full of peace now, and snuggle in even closer. “Mm-hmm.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I shake my head, not even wanting to think about it. “No, you didn’t. I wasn’t hurt, I just… It was… it doesn’t matter. I’m fine,” I assure him, tilting my head back to look up at him, then impulsively leaning in to give him a little kiss.
His grip on my waist tightens. I love his response to my kisses. The greed, like every brush of my lips makes him want more. I feel the same way, so it’s nice to know I’m not alone.
He breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips, “I never want to lose you, Cassie.”
I smile softly, brushing a lock of his dark hair off his face and looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. “I never want to lose you, either.”