10. Chapter 8
Eli
Finding someone to fulfill my sexual appetite isn’t that challenging. In fact, it never has been. People know what I’m all about. A player, a playboy, a man-whore. Their opinions are mere blips on my radar.
Fuck. I even agree with it.
But back to my prey... It only took fifteen minutes of her staring at me from across the bar before she ditched her friends and walked over to my table on her own. Fifteen minutes…
If she knew I was the type of guy her father warned her about, she would never have looked twice at me. If she’d realized how much worse I am than her worst fears, she would have fled. But that’s not how it goes.
Cassandra—that’s how she introduces herself—is the complete opposite of Zoe. I won’t deny it’s her main, though not only, asset.
So my new friend has waist-length blond hair and blue eyes. She has fantastic full breasts, and her lips are plump and inviting. False eyelashes cast shadows on tanned skin. She’s attractive, I’ll give her that, but I suspect it’s not all natural.
Cassandra’s sickeningly sweet, unlike that sassy one—
No, we’re not going there!
Right now, neither her plastic body nor her sweetness bothers me. Not like the last time.
Our meeting serves only one purpose, and she’s well aware of it. However, if she expects to be the one to change my mind and make me believe in love, she’s setting herself up for disappointment. Not my problem anymore.
After thirty minutes of conversation, playful banter, and smiles, we prepare to depart. This time, I won’t mess up. We’re heading to her apartment.
The moment the elevator doors in her building close behind us, Cassandra throws herself at me. Literally. Before I even touch her, she leaps up and wraps her legs around me. My hand finds her backside when I pull her in tighter.
I like how she doesn’t waste precious seconds beating around the bush. With rare courage, she goes after what she wants. Right now, she wants me.
With one hand, I grab the back of her neck, and we make out. Her lips taste like mango mixed with citrus. There’s a hint of alcohol too. Cassandra isn’t drunk, though. She’s tipsy but aware of what she’s doing.
I kiss her, my tongue exploring. I’m hard.
My pulse quickens, a flush spreading across my skin, then a deep, calming breath washes over me.
Meanwhile, she climbs a little higher up my body, wanting to show me who’s in charge here.
Who’s in control. She needs to think again, though, because that’s not my style.
A familiar sense of having experienced this before washes over me.
The elevator beeps; we’ve arrived. Holding her in my arms, I step out into the hallway where, between kisses on my neck, she tells me where to go.
A minute later, we’re already in her apartment, surrounded by complete darkness. It seems neither of us minds it as I press her against the door.
My lips find her neck. As her body arches, her breasts are against me.
My hand travels along her body until it reaches her breasts.
With no more waiting, I slip my hand into her dress neckline and pull out a breast. My reward is a loud moan when my lips reach her nipple, hard and hot.
My tongue explores it before I sink my teeth in.
Responding, Cassandra shamelessly presses herself against me. She’s horny, just like me. I’m hard as a fucking rock. That’s perfect for my needs. This will help me regain my focus.
“Jesus. Get my clothes off already,” she moans.
I chuckle. “You’re impatient, aren’t you?” I whisper right into her ear.
Goosebumps appear on her skin—not just there, but all over her body. “You have no idea. Don’t judge.”
“I don’t intend to.”
I set her on her feet and grab the hem of her dress. Lifting it up, I pull it over her head. Meanwhile, her hands are busy with the buttons of my shirt.
I don’t interrupt her efforts. I slide my fingers down her body, landing right between her thighs.
“You’re soaking wet.” There’s a deep, lustful tone in my voice.
I like the way she reacts to me like this.
“Again, no judgment,” she pants.
My fingertips glide back and forth across the wet fabric. Again and again. This girl’s hips move in rhythm with me. Her moans and mumbles are indistinct. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but it doesn’t matter.
She’s hot, wet, and I need to be inside her.
She fumbles with the last button, her fingers trembling, before reaching for my belt. A few seconds later, my pants fall down to my ankles. Before kicking them aside, I reach inside my pocket and pull out a foil package. Her panties are next; they land behind me.
“You won’t need them,” I say.
“That sounds like a good plan.”
Using my teeth, I tear the package and slide the condom onto my hard cock. It’s so sensitive that a touch sends a shock through my entire body. A sigh of mingled desire and pleasure escapes my lips.
This time I’m faster. I grab her by the waist, lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me again. Then she lowers herself a bit. With that one move, it’s perfect positioning for me to get inside her. Her warmth is so close, I’m practically at my limit.
“Ready?”
“More than ever. Fuck me,” she says between quick breaths.
Her heart is pounding so hard I swear it’s about to burst out of her chest. We haven’t started playing yet, and she’s already out of breath. I hope I won’t have to do CPR on her afterward—I’m not exactly a pro at that.
With the go-ahead I get from her, I slide into her with one deep thrust. Cassandra lets out a cry. Whether it’s from relief or pleasure, I’m not sure. From my throat comes a deep growl.
Yes! That’s what I needed.
Right away, I pull out of her and thrust back in. This isn’t romance, much less love. It’s just sex. I’m fulfilling her request and fucking her with everything I’ve got. With all my force. As deep as I can.
Her back, slippery with sweat, slides against the door. I thrust without control and don’t stop until the whole apartment shakes from her screams. Cassandra comes as I expected—louder and without a shred of guilt over her pleasure.
Before the last wave of orgasm washes over her, she pulls her hands away from my shoulders and slips off me. My cock slides out of her, but I’m still hard. I’m not done with our fun yet.
She, however, has other ideas for me. There’s a thud as she drops to her knees. She takes off the condom, and the warmth of her mouth wraps around my cock.
“Fuck,” I growl through my teeth, my hand resting against the door where she came a minute ago.
Her mouth goes to work on me with passion.
“Eli…” My name registers in my mind.
My eyes pop open. “What did you say?”
She’s not very clear to me, but I see her blink, releasing me from that warm heaven. “I said nothing.” With the same enthusiasm, she takes me into her mouth again. This time, she adds a hand, moving it along my shaft.
My chest feels like it’s being squeezed by an unseen hand, my breath catching in ragged gasps. I’m tense all over and on my way to an orgasm. Those lips are incredible.
“Eli…”
The voice is back in my head. My eyes flick to Cassandra, who is busy giving me head.
Am I hallucinating? Have I lost my mind? What’s going on?
“Eli…”
Everything freezes. To block out what I see or don’t want to see, I shut my eyes firmly. Because this time, the voice is much clearer.
This time, I recognize that voice.
Zoe’s voice.
The image of her in a red dress pops up out of nowhere. Her half-closed eyelids, rosy cheeks, and slightly parted lips. Lips I’ve gone mad over.
She’s there. The vision is so vivid it’s almost brutal.
Zoe tilts her head back, and a cascade of her black hair flows straight into my hands. I grab it and hold it in my fist. And then she lets out a piercing moan of pleasure. A pleasure I feel as my own. It pierces me just as deeply as it does her.
“Mmm…”
The colors bleed from the world, leaving behind only a dull ache in my chest. Zoe disappears.
My eyes flutter open. Now I’m only semi-hard. Cassandra, still kneeling, licks her lips. With her finger, she reaches the corner of her mouth, gathers drops of my cum, and puts them in her mouth. Her tongue laps it all away and I blink, stunned by the familiar, surreal scene.
Raven.
“I don’t want to be rude, but I have to go.”
When time is short, I can dress with considerable speed. Like now. By the time she gets up from the floor, I’m almost ready. My shirt remains unbuttoned and draped over my shoulders.
I’m a cold-hearted bastard, I know it. I leave her apartment without a word. On the upside, she’s not making any effort to stop me either. The same darkness surrounds her.
My vision swims, the path ahead a wavering mirage, and a hollow, frantic beat echoes in my ears as I stagger toward home. The whole time I’m taking a shower, getting changed, I’m analyzing my situation.
I understand what happened to Ryker when obsession took over his life. It took him away for good. An obsession with a woman.
Now I understand.
Except I’m not him, and Zoe isn’t Ash. Still, I have to do something about it. It’s taking control of me, of my mind. I can’t even walk without thinking about her. It’s sick. I’m sick. And it looks like only she can cure me. She’s the cure.
Zoe wants to experience sex. Can I bear the thought of her sleeping with just any guy?
At the very thought, my blood boils.
What if she loved him?
That changes nothing.
My subconscious mind has been unusually vocal lately. But it’s right. My jaw is tight and sore, a physical manifestation of the burning rage simmering just beneath the surface.
She wants to do it with you.
A hint of relief creeps into my dark soul. It’s right again. At least, I hope so. She might have said it on a whim. Or worse, under the influence of alcohol. Maybe she didn’t even remember it the next day? Perhaps she regretted it?
I don’t know because, like a coward, I haven’t spoken to her and have even avoided any contact with her. The promise I made to Ryker could go to hell.
But if we assume that she’s aware of what she proposed and doesn’t regret it…
Then I could get her out of my system once and for all. We could both go back to how things were before, minding our own business.
It could stay just between us. Exactly. It couldn’t get back to either Ryker or Ash. They would skin me alive and feed me to the hyenas.
Do we have hyenas in this country?
Focus!
Right. It could be our secret. And no feelings. No romantic feelings. Purely sexual, with no emotional involvement. I don’t make love.
She would have to accept my terms. If that’s what she wants.
It could work.
“I’ll be roasting in hell,” I say into the void.
In short, I’m going to be there no matter what. The difference is now I’ll make it pay off.
Getting out of bed, I grab my phone.
It’s time to share my plan with Zoe.