13. Linden #2
The sight of him on his knees in front of me, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, was almost too much. I could feel my orgasm building, could feel the pressure starting to coil in my lower belly. I was getting close, and fast.
“Cass,” I warned, “I’m going to—”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his lips wet and swollen. “Cum for me,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to taste it.”
That was all the permission I needed. I thrust into his mouth one more time, feeling the tension snap as I came hard.
Pleasure radiated outward from my core. I could feel my pulsing in his mouth, could see him swallowing every last drop, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.
When it was over, I was shaking. My legs felt like they might give out, and I had to grip the desk harder to keep myself upright.
Cass pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked incredibly pleased with himself. “That was hot,” he said, standing up on slightly wobbly legs.
“That was...” I couldn’t find the words. “Wow. I didn’t know it would feel that good…”
“High praise,” he grinned, moving toward my bed and flopping down on it like he owned the place. His cock was still hard, pulsing against his belly. “Now you should come over here and return the favor.”
I glanced over at him, suddenly nervous again. “But I don’t—”
“It’s not hard,” he said, lazily stroking himself. “Just think about what I did that felt good for you, then do that to me. If it gets weird, I’ll tell you.”
I crossed the room and climbed onto the bed beside him, my larger frame making the mattress dip significantly under my weight. Cass didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he shifted closer, like he was drawn to me.
“Okay,” I said, positioning my head between his legs. “I’ll try my best.”
“That’s all I’m asking for,” he replied, his voice soft.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, marveling at how it felt compared to my own. Smaller, yes, but no less impressive. The skin was smooth and warm, and I could feel the pulse of his magic thrumming through it. I stroked slowly, watching his face to gauge his reaction.
His eyes fluttered closed, and a small sound escaped his lips. It wasn’t quite a moan, but close. Encouraged, I continued, varying my pace and pressure. My thumb brushed over the sensitive head, and I felt him shudder beneath me.
“That’s good,” he breathed out. “Keep doing that.”
I leaned down, remembering what he’d done to me, and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. He gasped, his hips jerking slightly. I took that as a good sign and continued, working my way down his shaft with my lips before taking him into my mouth.
He was smaller than me, which meant I could actually take most of him without much difficulty. I bobbed my head slowly, letting my tongue work against the underside of his cock. His hand came down to rest in my hair, not pulling, just holding on like I had done to him.
“Fuck, Linden,” he groaned. “That’s... yeah, that’s good.”
I felt a surge of pride at the praise. I was doing this right. I was making him feel good. The thought sent another wave of heat through me, and I found myself working with more confidence, finding a rhythm that made him gasp and writhe beneath me.
My magic flared again, golden light dancing across my skin.
Through the connection of our bodies, I could feel his weather magic responding, crackling against mine like lightning meeting earth.
The air in my small room seemed to warm and cool in waves, humidity rising and falling with each thrust of his hips.
“I’m not gonna last long,” Cass warned, his breathing becoming ragged. “Linden, I’m—”
I didn’t pull back. Instead, I doubled my efforts, my hand stroking the base while my mouth took the rest, my tongue working against him with deliberate intention. I wanted to taste him the way he’d tasted me. Wanted to feel him lose control because of something I was doing.
His back arched off the bed, and he came with a strangled cry of my name. He filled my mouth with cum, hot and salty as he pulsed inside me. I swallowed, just like he had, savoring the taste of him on my tongue. It was easily one of the best things I’d ever tasted.
When I pulled back, he was lying there with his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
I collapsed beside him, my own breathing just as labored.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest, and my magic was still flickering beneath my skin like it couldn’t quite settle down. I’d just had sex. Real sex. With Cass.
And it had been incredible.
“Well,” Cass said, the smile on his face seemingly permanent. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I guess not.”
We lay there in silence for a few minutes, just breathing and letting our bodies come down from the high. I was hyperaware of everything. The warmth of his skin against mine, the way his thumb was gently stroking the back of my hand, and the sound of his breathing slowly evening out.
“So,” Cass said eventually, his voice carrying that cocky edge again, though it sounded different now. It was softer somehow. “How was that for the college experience?”
I turned my head to look at him, taking in the flushed cheeks, the wet hair sticking to his forehead, the satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I think I’m gonna need to try it again,” I replied. “For scientific purposes.”
He laughed, a real laugh that came from deep in his chest. “Scientific purposes?”
“Uh-huh,” I confirmed. “If you want to.”
“I think I can be convinced,” he said, rolling onto his side to face me. His green eyes were soft now, without the usual defensive hardness. “But maybe we should get some food first. I’m starving.”
My stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly, and Cass laughed again. I felt my cheeks warm at the sound.
“Come on,” he said, sitting up and stretching. The movement made his cock flex in a way that was deeply distracting. “Let’s go.”
“Thank you for being patient with me,” I said, not wanting to miss my chance to say it. “And for… you know… teaching me.”
“Anytime, big guy,” he said, climbing out of bed and stretching fully. I watched as he moved around my small room, gathering his clothes. “But this is just the foreplay. There’s so much more to learn.”
My cock twitched again. “I like the sound of that.”