25. Cassie
CASSIE
Being the environmentally considerate people that we are, we shower together before bed. I did take a shower earlier, but I didn’t anticipate going shopping or moving into a new apartment at the time, so I need to take another one.
The one with him is better, of course.
Afterward, we brush our teeth, then I put my toothbrush into the new holder we bought, along with Tor’s new toothbrush. Even though he won’t technically live here, he has everything he needs to live here.
“Is it weird having stuff scattered across three residences?” I ask, turning off the bathroom light as we step out into the hall.
“Not really. I’m used to living in two places. What’s one more?”
“I can’t imagine that. I know she didn’t put up much resistance tonight with you and half of the Holbrook High football team there, but in the past, my mother has been pretty resistant to the idea of me moving out.
Your parents, like… let you and Tim spend summers living alone.
How does that work? Do they just not care? Are they never around, or…?”
“No, they’re around. My dad works a lot, but my mom doesn’t work at all. She does local volunteering stuff sometimes, and she has a regular yoga class and self-care appointments, but my father’s pretty demanding, so he’s her full-time job.”
That sounds vaguely familiar, but I don’t say so.
Maybe it’s the mention of his mom’s self-care appointments at the spa he sent Shaley and me to, but he catches my hand just outside my new bedroom, lifting it so he can look at my nails. “These look nice, by the way. Did you enjoy going to the salon?”
“I did. Thank you.”
“You can go anytime you like. Just let me know, and I’ll set it up.”
We’ve never talked about what Tor looks for in a girl—homicidal tendencies when pushed too far is the only thing I’m pretty sure of—but it occurs to me to ask now as he draws the parallel between me and his mom, whether he meant to or not.
“Do you like your girlfriends primped and… doing yoga?” I ask lightly.
I try to call on my own memory of the kind of girls he went for in high school, but I honestly can’t think of a single girl Tor ever dated.
“It’s not an expectation, but if you like it, then sure.
” He lets go of my hand and pushes open my bedroom door.
“I’ve grown up in a household that revolves around my father.
He believes my mother belongs to him, but that means it’s his responsibility to take good care of her.
When you have expensive jewelry, you don’t expect it to clean itself, do you?
No, you take care of it because you know it’s valuable. ”
“Well, yes,” I allow. “But jewelry is inanimate. That’s why it can be owned.”
He cracks a smile. “I’m sure you’ll have a lot to say about their dynamic, but he would cut off his arm before he would ever neglect my mom.
Her comfort is always prioritized, so I guess that feels normal to me.
I’m not miserly with people I care about.
I’m not selfish in that way. I want you to feel the best you can.
I want you taken care of, so you’re able to give your best to me.
” He cocks his head, hearing what he just said, and smiling self-deprecatingly.
“Actually, maybe it is a little selfish.”
I laugh. “I don’t think it’s selfish. That sounds mutually beneficial. I mean, it’s foreign to me to consider having that much time and money to devote to frivolous things, but if you can and you like it…”
“I don’t think taking care of yourself is frivolous. I think it can be pretty intentional. It is a luxury not everyone can afford, though, so I’m not surprised to hear you frame it that way. I think your opinion will change once you’ve been with me for a while.”
“Ouch,” I say, smiling helplessly. “Once I’m not a pleb anymore?”
He smiles too, locking an arm around my waist and pulling me close. “Your plebeian days are already over. Catch up.”
“You said before that your dad was a dick. Were you just telling me what I wanted to hear?”
“No. Dick may have actually been understating things. He’s an evil bastard, but he loves his wife.”
“And his kids?”
He’s not as quick to answer that one. “He likes us well enough. He doesn’t like competition for her attention, so once we got our driver’s licenses, when Tim and I pushed to stay at the lake house for the summer, he didn’t have a problem with it.”
“I still think it’s weird that you guys own multiple houses in the same area.”
He shrugs. “They got passed down. My family has been an institution in this town for generations, so they own a lot of shit.”
Sighing, I murmur, “Yeah, I’m aware.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject.”
“It’s fine. It’s getting less sore now that I have an amicable relationship with at least one member of the Walters family.”
“Which one?” he teases, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Do I need to fight ’em?”
I laugh, but my amusement is interrupted by the chills raising hair along the nape of my neck as his mouth moves across my skin. “God, you’re so good at that.”
His hands slide down, cupping my ass, then he lifts me and carries me over to the bed. Rather than toss me on it like I think he might, he lets me down slowly, letting me slide down his body until I can brace my feet on the floor.
“Sit.”
Heat moves through my lower tummy at the command, and I lower myself until I’m sitting on the bed, looking up at him.
“Shirt off.”
I don’t know why he even let me get dressed to walk a few feet, but I don’t argue, reaching for the hem of my T-shirt and dragging it over my head.
Once I’ve tossed the shirt, he reaches for my head, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling my face toward him. My heart skips a beat when he forces my face against his abs, then tells me, “Kiss.”
My hands find his sides, and I turn my head, leaving a trail of sweet, soft kisses along his torso. The temperature of my blood seems to rise with every touch of my lips against his skin, and when he takes one of my hands and guides it to his cock, the temperature reaches boiling.
“Let’s see what you can do with those pretty nails.”
Heart galloping, I tug down his boxer briefs, freeing his already hardening cock. As soon as my hand touches him, it grows, hardening against my palm.
I feel pretty powerful knowing I can do that to him.
It makes me want to please him more, too.
I don’t know how sensitive it is, but since he said the thing about my nails, I drag them very gently down the length of his cock.
An unmistakable sound of pleasure escapes him, and he lets his head fall back.
Oh yeah, he liked that.
Since he did, I experiment a little more, lightly dragging my nails down his abdomen. He grabs my hand, redirecting it to his chest. I slide my hand up over his muscular pec, over his shoulder, then catch the back of his neck, dragging him down to kiss me.
He doesn’t stop there. He pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me, positioning himself between my legs.
I skipped underwear after the shower, so I feel his hard cock against my bare pussy.
I exhale sharply as his lips find my neck again, kissing me hungrily as his cock butts against my entrance.
“Fuck,” he says suddenly, tearing away from my neck.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, already a bit fuzzy with arousal.
“Nothing,” he says, but he leans back, then climbs off the bed. “You stay put,” he says, pointing at me. “I’ll be right back.”
I’m hardly disobedient in the bedroom, but while he’s gone, I scoot over just a little so I’m in my spot on the bed. He comes back a second later, holding several strips of condoms from the box we bought at the store tonight. He tears one off, then looks around and frowns.
“Tomorrow, you go nightstand shopping,” he tells me.
“Yes, sir,” I say playfully.
He smirks and climbs back on the bed, but as soon as he does, he notices I moved. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?”
I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down at him. “I thought you just meant don’t leave the bed.”
Shaking his head, he tells me, “That’s a naughty girl, not listening to me.”
“No,” I whine, with a pout I’m only half putting on. As a former people-pleasing teacher’s pet, I find disapproval quite painful.
He grabs my ankle and pulls me down the mattress, then he guides me to lie across his lap with my butt facing him. He runs his palm over it, tingles shooting down my spine and straight to my pussy.
“You want to be my good girl?” he asks.
I nod.
“Then let’s see how good you are at listening. Spread those pretty thighs.”
My pussy throbs as I part my legs, inching forward so I’m draped over his thighs.
He slides his hand over my ass again, then snakes his fingers between my legs. I gasp as he spreads my pussy open, teasing my slit.
“I’m gonna touch you, but you’re not allowed to come. Understand?”
Licking my lips, I nod again.
“Tease your nipples while I touch you,” he commands.
That doesn’t seem fair. My nipples are already hard, and as soon as I run my finger over one, my arousal ratchets up. Then he shoves a finger inside me, and I feel lightheaded with pleasure.
“Both nipples,” he tells me.
I shift, rubbing both nipples as he pushes his finger deeper into my pussy. Pleasurable sensations spread through me like wildfire.
“That’s perfect,” he tells me, sliding his other hand beneath my body.
While he sinks one finger to the hilt inside me, he finds my clit with the other hand.
His fingers are gentle at first, just lightly brushing that sensitive nub, but once my body adjusts to the featherlight sensation, his touch shifts, his fingers circling and teasing, pumping into me until I’m breathless.
“Ooh,” I shudder, my thighs shaking.
“Don’t come,” he warns me.
Fuck. “Please,” I gasp.
“No,” he says firmly, but his fingers don’t stop teasing me.
“Tor, please. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. If you want me to be nice to you, I suggest you listen. And don’t you stop teasing those nipples.”
This is torture. “Please. Please, Tor.”
“Not until I’m inside you.”
My body writhes with the effort of resisting. I feel it coming, and I try not to let it, but my body is experiencing too much stimulation.
I’m so fucking close…
And then he stops.
I sink against him as he pulls his fingers out of me.
I only feel that frustrated sense of relief for a split second, then he pulls me against his hard body, locking his arm across my throat and making my heart skip a beat.
He reclines, pulling me with him, then rolling and forcing me face down on the bed.
His arm moves away from my throat, but his hand finds a fistful of my hair, and he uses it to hold my face against the mattress. “Spread your legs.”
My pussy throbs at the rough handling, at the hardness of his command.
He’s on top of me, crushing me with his weight, but I don’t dare disobey.
I move my thighs apart. My pussy throbs harder as he kicks my thighs open wider with his knee, using his other hand to position his cock at my entrance.
As he notches inside, he tells me, “I’m going to use this perfect pussy for my pleasure tonight. ”
I let out a soft moan as he pushes into me. It feels so good, I shiver.
Tor sighs, shoving another couple of inches into my resisting heat.
I spread my thighs wider, trying to let him get deeper, but my body is fighting him. I want him all the way inside me. I never want him to leave.
“If I let go of your hair, are you gonna stay put?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my voice muffled against the bedding.
He must need to hold on to me to work himself deeper, because he lets go of my hair and grabs my hips, holding me steady as he forces more of his cock inside me. “You’re so fucking tight,” he tells me, his voice strained.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
He chokes out a light laugh. “Trust me, it’s nothing to apologize for.”
I feel a tug of discomfort as he shoves the last couple of inches inside me, but once he’s there, he gives my body a minute to adjust to the intrusion. I love the sensation of being so full of him, even if it’s a little uncomfortable at first.
Once he’s given me time to adjust, he starts to move. He keeps a firm grip on my hips, moving in and out of me just a little at first, but then he pulls all the way back and shoves in harder and faster, making my breath hitch.
He finds a punishing rhythm—hard and fast—and drives into my pussy with so much force that the bed shakes. He never relents, making good on his promise to use my pussy for his pleasure without putting much effort into mine.
It seems he doesn’t have to, though. I’m so turned on from the way he’s handling me, from the sounds he’s making as he uses my pussy.
He fucks me so hard my body moves across the bed, and I can feel the good pressure building up inside me.
Every time he slams into me, I get a little closer, until I’m clutching desperately at the bedding, pushing back to meet every one of his hard thrusts.
Just when I’m about to come, he surprises me, letting go of my hip with one hand and sliding it under me. His finger finds my clit again, and he circles it hard and fast, wrenching breathless little gasps out of me.
“Tor,” I cry desperately.
“You can come now, baby.”
It’s all the urging I need.
My climax hits me like a tidal wave, rattling my bones, leaving me breathless and adrift in a sea of pleasure.
My pussy squeezes his cock, and impossibly, before my orgasm is even finished, a deeper one is triggered.
I cry out, my voice breaking as the orgasm seems to double, rippling through my core until I can scarcely breathe, let alone think.
Tor keeps pounding into me, his fingers digging into my hips. He hits so hard, I know I’ll be sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. I love the sounds he makes as he fucks me, the desperate grip that hurts. I love every bit of it.
Pleasure is still rippling through me when he shoves deep and groans, the tension going out of his body as he comes deep inside my convulsing pussy.
He pumps a couple more times to wring the last bits of pleasure out of me, but when the squeezing stops, he pulls out and collapses next to me on the bed.
My body is so weak from that double explosion of pleasure, but I manage to roll onto my side and scoot closer to his warm body.
That rapturous feeling still has control of me, and all I want is to be near him.
I wrap my arm around his waist and drape my leg over his, pulling myself as close as I can get.
I need a kiss, so I bring my face close to his. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me the rest of the way for a crushing, possessive kiss instead of the tender one I was craving. I don’t complain. I’ll take whatever kiss he wants to give me.
“I love fucking you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
A tender smile floats across my well-kissed lips as I hug him. “You’re in luck. I love being fucked by you.”
“We have so much in common,” he jokes.
“All the important things,” I murmur as he smothers me against his chest, locking his arm around me to keep me close.