Chapter 16 #2
As he eased away, I kept my hand on his waist and squeezed. “When our dreams align so damn perfectly, how the hell am I meant to react when I’m sure there’s at least five cameras on us at the moment?”
I wasn’t even exaggerating.
Cassius wasn’t the first player to have a husband in the League, but he was legit the fourth.
Or was that third since Gale Sutton had married his teammate Jayden when they’d still been active players?
Either way, our relationship came with attention, all of which we’d managed to stay far away from. Until now.
“Fair.” He cleared his throat and glanced around. When his focus returned to me, he straightened and held my hand so we could walk out of the row of seats. “Don’t think I’ve not got a whole heap of shit to say to you, though, when we get back to the hotel.”
I cast him a “what, me? What did I do?” look.
“Dreams align,” he whispered as his thumb stroked over my skin. “And don’t get me started on you quoting rom-coms at me.”
Amused, I shook my head. “That you know that’s from a rom-com doesn’t really give you much credibility here.”
In response, he simply stared at me.
I paused just before we left our row of seats. Dipping my voice low and stepping into his space, I said, “And if you believe for one second that you’ll be able to think of anything but having your dick in my ass when we get back, you’re underestimating me.”
With that, I turned and stepped into the aisle, heading to the court, where I knew Cass wanted to go. I didn’t miss the hitch of his breath or his grumbled “Jesus H. Christ” as he followed my lead.
Despite our teasing and the combustible tension between us, we survived celebratory drinks with Eddie, Pearce, and the majority of the Jetts. This was after Pearce’s parents collected Lottie to take care of her.
“Tonight was fun.” The words were whispered against Cass’s back as my hands roamed his chest.
He groaned, just as the door of our suite unlocked.
“And I need you naked in bed, hand off your cock, while I go and prep.” Just the thought of him needy and desperate while he waited sent a thrum of anticipation dancing along my skin. “Can you do that?” I asked, not letting him go as we entered the room.
He spun in my arms, and as soon as we were clear of the door, he pushed it shut. Dark, smoldering eyes burned with an intensity that had me catching my breath. Fuck, he was so damn gorgeous and looked sexy as hell as he stared at me with uninhibited lust.
The flush of desire tinted his cheeks, and his parted lips released ragged breaths.
“Not sure I can wait that long.”
I smiled at the gravel in his voice, my nuts drawing up at how desperate he was. “You’d prefer my mouth rather than my ass?” Down for either, I left the decision to him, waiting for him to make up his mind as I trailed my fingers over his chest.
When he darted his gaze to my lips, a groan spilled from him. “You have a really pretty mouth.”
I snorted. “Pretty, huh? Now I know your dick’s addling your brain.” I skimmed my fingertips over his rock-hard cock that strained against his pants.
He grunted at the contact. “It will be pretty as fuck with my dick in it.”
Well, there was that, and zero argument from me.
Stepping even closer, he clamped his hands on to my ass and squeezed. The movement tugged me against him, our groins rubbing. This time both of us moaned.
“So bed and mouths…?”
Indecision warred on his face, so I made it easy on him, knowing he was desperate but how much he craved the connection of taking my ass. I felt it too. This bone-deep need to have him sinking inside me, fucking me hard like no one but him ever had or would.
The whirlwind of our marriage had changed everything. The last twenty-four hours especially had thrown all our emotions, our plans, pretty much everything in the air.
His words from the game filtered into my mind. “Loving you both is all I’m ever going to need.”
Those words unraveled me while tethering us together in a way I’d never thought possible.
I knew what we needed, the both of us. Something we should have done on our wedding night. Something I wished we’d been ready for then. But we were here now, and it was never too late to start.
Scooting up to reach Cassius’s lips, I pressed my mouth firmly to his but didn’t let it go deeper. “Give me ten minutes.” I spoke against his mouth and dotted another kiss to it before easing away and grabbing a second toiletry bag I’d stowed away.
“Make it seven and I’ll wake you up with head in the morning.”
I laughed loudly and glanced at Cassius as I backed into the bathroom. With a teasing smirk and half-lidded eyes, the man was all sin and smiles.
“Done,” I said, my chest constricting when I took my fill of him before I stepped out of sight and got to prepping.
After being as thorough as I could in the seven-minute challenge, I found Cass spread out on the mattress, lube on the bedside table, and his cock weeping.
My dick jerked, liking the visual a whole lot.
“You’re magnificent.”
His eyebrow quirked at that, his lips twitching, but sensibly he didn’t call me out or let loose whatever ridiculous thing was on his mind.
I threw the towel on the other side of the mattress and crawled my way from the bottom of the bed until I straddled him. I settled on his lap with a sigh while a shuddery breath left Cassius.
Rolling my hips so our cocks brushed, I watched him carefully.
There was little doubt that desperation clung to him, but the edge of nerves was visible in the slight tightening of his eyes.
This issue he had, he owned. Joked about it with his friends, even though they didn’t know the reason behind his concerns. They just thought he had a slight phobia. But with us, there was no need to hide or pretend.
I wanted him to share his thoughts and fears. Which, considering we’d been so bad at expressing what we wanted and how we felt earlier, seemed almost laughable.
But this was different.
Maybe because I’d been there to witness the whole thing all those years ago.
Before I could ask if he was okay, Cassius ran his trembling hands over my thighs. The journey continued until he cupped my bare ass cheeks and squeezed, kneading my glutes with dexterous fingers.
A shuddery groan passed my lips. Touching like this got my engine going big-time. Every caress, every tender stroke, I loved.
“I want to try something.” His nervous eyes snapped to mine, and a dry swallow followed. With his dick standing proud, I wasn’t too concerned he couldn’t handle whatever he had planned. Horniness was a heck of a motivator.
“You can try anything with me.”
He nodded, his focus moving to my groin, then my face.
“You need me to help you?”
Tugging his bottom lip into his mouth, he gnawed the side. Another swallow and he bobbed his head.
When he moved one hand, fingers finding the crack of my ass, my breath hitched.
Fuck. That’s what he wanted.
Shooting him a soft smile, I angled my arm around my back, my palm pressing to the back of his hand. Since I was already lubed, I was good to go.
Guiding his hand, I tilted forward so I leaned more fully over him. Our gazes caught. Wide-eyed, he breathed heavily. By the time our fingers reached my entrance, his pupils were blown.
I wrapped my fingers around his, leaving our pointer fingers out. Another half an inch and I swirled our fingers around my opening, spreading the lube.
His breath hitched, and I paused, not pulling my gaze from his.
I leaned down and kissed him, a gentle sweep of our lips. “Okay?” I asked as I pulled away, only stopping when I could see his expression clearly.
“Yeah. Keep going.”
Jesus, this man, his trust, it was everything.
Another swirl of our fingers and we breached my hole.
I clamped my teeth on my bottom lip and relaxed at the invasion. Our fingers slid in easily without much resistance, having already prepared myself with three fingers in the bathroom.
Surprise sent a fresh pulse of lust into my veins when Cassius took over, guiding our fingers in and out.
“Fuck,” I gasped with a ragged moan.
“Good?”
I nodded and dropped my head a little before jolting when he pushed in as far as our fingers would go and picked up speed.
“Holy fuck.” My hips moved and jerked, riding our fingers, eager for more. “So fucking full, but I want your cock.”
His “Fuck yeah” was captured by my mouth when he tilted up and slammed his mouth to mine. The kiss was deep, dirty, full of tongue and desperation. And so much want and need, I wanted to crawl inside him and never leave.
“Sit on me,” he said with a gasp as he broke the kiss.
I nodded as we removed our fingers and reached out for the bottle of lube. Spreading some over his rigid cock, I jacked him off, enjoying his moans and the wildness in his eyes. His hands were on my hips, urging me up.
As I lifted, I held his dick with one hand and settled over him. When he nudged against my opening, I clamped onto my bottom lip. When I bore down and he breached me, my lips parted, and a guttural groan tore out of me.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby.”
And then I eased down, taking him in, luxuriating in the stretch and burn.
By the time I was fully seated, Cassius trembled beneath me, his grip so tight on my hips, I’d be admiring the bruises for days.
“Move and fuck me,” I ordered, even as I started to do the exact thing to him.
He met me stroke for stroke, his grip never wavering as I rode him hard, begging for him to be so deep that I’d feel him forever. Those words spilled out of me, all my desires, the need to make him mine.
“Fuck, Dyl. Give me your mouth.”
As I leaned down, he met me halfway, angling up from the bed. Our mouths met—a clash of teeth, a tangle of tongues. And we didn’t stop. Continued moving. Kept up the pace until I was on my back, my ankles on Cass’s shoulders as he slammed into me with hard, delicious thrusts.
“So. Fucking. Good. Perfect.” Each piston of his hips jolted out his desperate words.
All I could do was nod as he pummeled into me while my hand flew over my cock.
Cass canted his hips and lifted mine, diving back in. The shift had me seeing stars. The head of his cock swept against my prostate again and again until, with parted lips, I gasped, groaned, and shouted my release.
A guttural “Fuck” fell from Cassius as he stilled before he jerked and pulsed. I shuddered at the sensation, at the knowledge of his cum being deep inside me. It was hot as hell, easing the possessive craving to make him mine.
I stroked his forearm planted next to me and followed up with a kiss on his warm skin. The action had his gaze connecting with mine.
A new warmth seemed to settle there.
The desperate heat was gone, dissipating with our release. This was something different. More tender. More honest.
And then he smiled. The raw openness filling his features tugged at the tether between us. Strengthened it further.
Still inside me, Cass carefully maneuvered so his lips touched mine. A soft caress of swollen lips, a gentle dip and stroke of tongues, and we lazily kissed.
Wrapping my arms around him, I held him close and welcomed his weight as our kiss remained tender. This was the first we’d shared like this, slow, with no urgency. Each caress was like a promise of affection, and I savored each delicate touch, committing this moment to memory.
Time seemed to stand still as our lips brushed with the softness of butterfly wings. Each trace of his lips told me more than a thousand clumsy words ever could.
We were in this together, and I didn’t want that to ever change.