13. Linden
Linden
The door to my room closed behind me. Cass was standing beside me, looking at the rack of plants I kept against the window.
Now that we were alone and in my room, my earlier boldness melted away.
Suddenly I was nervous, shaky, and more than a little worried that I’d gotten myself in way over my head.
It was easy to act when I was horny and thought there would be no consequences.
But now that we were planning to get naked together, I was terrified.
“Your plants are nice,” Cass said, reaching out to touch one of the delicate vines trailing down from a hanging pot. His voice sounded different here, in the privacy of my room. Less defensive and grumpy than usual.
I watched him move around the space, taking in the details of my life.
The books stacked haphazardly on my shelves.
The sketches Nerion had done of me when we were still roommates pinned to the cork board above my desk.
The way the afternoon light filtered through the window and cast everything in shades of green and gold.
“Thanks,” I said, and I could hear the nervousness creeping into my own voice. “I, uh... I should probably tell you that I have no idea what I’m doing here.”
Cass turned to look at me, and I watched as a slow smile spread across his face. It was beautiful. “Yeah, I figured that out already, big guy.”
I felt my cheeks warm at the nickname, at the way he was looking at me like I was something worth looking at. Like he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“I’ve never...” I started, then stopped. It felt pathetic to admit out loud, even though I’d already told him as much downstairs. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“That’s okay,” Cass said, closing the distance between us. He reached up and ran his fingers over my jaw and down my neck. “We’ll figure it out together. And I’ll tell you if you’re doing something wrong.”
“That’s not reassuring,” I said, but I was already leaning into his touch.
“Good,” he replied, his lips quirking up at the corners. “You should be a little nervous. Means you’re excited about this.”
He kissed me then, slow and deliberate, like we had all the time in the world.
My hands came up to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Through his shirt, I could feel the solid muscle underneath, the warmth of his body seeping into mine.
He felt so small in my hands. I reminded myself that I had to be careful.
I was easily a foot taller than him in my dryad form.
When he pulled back, his eyes were still dark, pupils wide with lust. But there was something else there too. A patience I didn’t expect. Like he was willing to let this go at whatever pace I needed.
I appreciated that.
“What do you want to do first?” he asked breathlessly. “Do you want me to get naked or on my knees or—”
“Can I—” I interrupted, nerves getting the better of me. “Can I undress you?”
“Yeah,” Cass said, stepping back slightly. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
I reached for the hem of his shirt, my hands trembling slightly as I pulled it up and over his head.
He raised his arms to help, and then his chest was bare in front of me, all lean muscle and pale skin dotted with a light dusting of dark hair.
My breath caught in my throat. He was beautiful.
Not in the polished, cultivated way of some of the other guys I’d seen around campus, but in a raw, honest way that made my stomach flutter.
“Your turn,” Cass said, already reaching for my shirt.
I hesitated for just a moment before nodding.
I pulled my shirt off, acutely aware of how much bigger I was than him.
My chest was broader, my shoulders wider, my entire frame dwarfing his.
I’d never been self-conscious about my body before, but standing here with Cass looking at me like he wanted to devour me, I suddenly worried that my size might be too much.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, reaching up to place his palms flat against my chest. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine, could feel the slight tremor in his hands. “You’re fucking huge.”
“Is that... okay?” I asked, hating how uncertain I sounded.
“More than okay,” he said, running his hands down my sides, tracing the lines of muscle. “It’s really hot, actually.”
My magic responded to his touch, golden light flickering beneath my skin like fireflies. I watched as his eyes widened, and saw the wonder cross his features.
“That’s so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss against my chest. His lips were warm, and I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me.
I threaded my fingers into his hair, holding him close as he continued to kiss and nuzzle against my pecs.
Every touch sent waves of sensation cascading through my body.
I’d thought I understood what sex was supposed to feel like based on what I’d read and what Nerion had told me, but this was something else entirely.
This was intimate in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
And we hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.
“Cass,” I said, my voice rough. “That feels—”
He pulled back, looking up at me with those green eyes. “Is it okay?”
I nodded. “Better than okay.”
He grinned, a cocky, confident expression taking over his features. “You should take off my pants, big guy.”
My hands moved to the button of his jeans, fumbling slightly with the clasp before I managed to get it undone.
I slid the zipper down carefully, acutely aware of the hardness pressing against the fabric.
The jeans fell to the floor, and Cass stepped out of them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that outlined his cock perfectly.
I swallowed hard, my eyes traveling down the length of his body. Even through the fabric, I could see how hard he was, the outline of his cock prominent and impressive for a guy his size. I reached out and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down slowly.
His cock sprang free, and I couldn’t help but stare.
He was beautiful. Fully hard, the head flushed a deep red, a bead of pre-cum already gathering at the tip.
The shaft was smooth and elegant, with just a hint of a curve to it.
I found myself wondering what it would feel like in my hand. What it would taste like.
“You’re staring,” Cass said, amusement coloring his voice.
“Sorry,” I said, though I didn’t look away. “I just… it looks nice.”
“Thanks,” he grinned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. “Now it’s your turn.”
The sight of him touching himself made my own cock throb painfully against the confines of my jeans. I needed to get out of these clothes. Now.
I made quick work of my jeans and underwear, kicking them aside without ceremony.
My cock was already fully hard, standing proud and heavy in front of me.
I was acutely aware of how much bigger I was than him in every way.
My length was impressive, but my girth was what really stood out.
I’d always been a bit self-conscious about it, but the way Cass’s eyes widened as he looked at me made me think maybe it wasn’t something to be ashamed of.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out, moving closer. He reached out tentatively, wrapping his smaller hand around my shaft. Even with his hand fully extended, his fingers didn’t quite meet around my girth. “This is... a lot.”
“Is it too much?” I asked, fighting the urge to thrust into his grip.
“No,” he said, stroking slowly. “It’s perfect. Just... I’m going to need to take my time with this.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I realized what he was about to do. My breath hitched as he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from my tip. The sensation was exquisite, almost too much. I had to grip the edge of my desk to keep from losing my balance.
“Fuck,” I muttered as he took the head of my cock into his mouth.
He worked slowly, carefully, clearly trying to figure out how much he could take.
His hand stroked the shaft while his mouth worked the sensitive head, his tongue swirling around me in ways that made my magic flare brighter beneath my skin.
I could feel the golden light pulsing through my veins, responding to the pleasure coursing through my body.
“Your magic,” Cass said, pulling back slightly. “Does it always do this?”
I shook my head. “Just with you. Seems like we both have issues with that around each other.”
Cass just shrugged. “I’m fine with it.”
He went back to work, taking more of me into his mouth this time. I watched as my cock disappeared between his lips, inch by inch, until he gagged slightly and had to pull back. He didn’t seem discouraged by it though. If anything, it seemed to spur him on.
“Take your time,” I said, my voice strained. “There’s no rush.”
He nodded, his hand continuing to stroke what his mouth couldn’t accommodate.
The combination of his hand and mouth was driving me absolutely crazy.
My hips wanted to thrust forward, to fuck his face, but I held myself still.
I didn’t want to hurt him or make him uncomfortable.
The last thing I needed was to accidentally choke him with my cock.
Cass seemed to sense my restraint because he pulled back and looked up at me, his cheeks flushed. “You can move if you want to. I can handle it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, searching his face for any sign of doubt.
“Yeah,” he said, and there was that cocky confidence again. “Just don’t go too hard. We can build up to that.”
He took me back into his mouth, and this time I allowed myself to move.
Slowly at first, just gentle thrusts that let him control the depth.
But as he relaxed into it, taking more of me with each stroke, I found a rhythm that worked for both of us.
My fingers tangled in his dark hair, not pulling or pushing, just holding on as waves of pleasure rolled through me.