19. Cass
Cass
Taking a nap before we headed out to the grove was a great idea. I wouldn’t really call it a nap though. I had far too much of Linden’s cock in my mouth to get any sleep.
He was sprawled across the bed, his massive frame taking up most of the space, and I was on my knees between his legs, working my jaw around the thick head of his cock. His hands were tangled in my hair, guiding me to take him deeper.
“Fuck, Sparks,” he groaned, his hips softly thrusting upward. “That feels incredible.”
I hummed around him, taking more of his length into my mouth.
The angle was a little awkward from this position, but I didn’t care.
I’d discovered over the past few weeks that I absolutely loved sucking his cock.
There was something deeply satisfying about making him lose control, about reducing someone so big and powerful down to nothing but gasps and moans.
My own cock was hard and leaking against his thigh, but I ignored it for now. This was about him for the moment. About making him feel as good as he was going to make me feel in about five minutes.
“I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he warned, and I could hear the strain in his voice.
I pulled back just enough to look up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and raised an eyebrow in a clear challenge.
If anything, that seemed to make it worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it.
His entire body tensed, magic flickering beneath his skin in those golden patterns that I’d come to love.
I doubled my efforts, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t take, my tongue working the sensitive underside of his shaft. The taste of his pre-cum was becoming familiar, the honey-like flavor spreading over my tongue.
“Fuck, I’m—” he started, his back arching off the bed.
I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat, and let him cum right there.
He filled my mouth with warmth, his entire body shaking as he pulsed inside me.
I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him, and didn’t pull back until he was completely spent and gasping for breath.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. “Fuck…”
“You’re not even close to done,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I… I’m not?” He seemed almost surprised.
“Nope.” I crawled up his body, letting my cock flop against his lips. “You’re going to suck my dick and eat my ass,” I commanded. “And then you’re going to fuck me.”
His eyes went wide and that golden glow of magic flickered across his skin. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice already dropping to a lower octave. “You want that?”
“I want it all,” I said, positioning myself so he could reach me. “Every bit of it.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His large hands came up to grip my hips, steadying me as he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth.
The sensation was immediate and overwhelming, the warmth of him, the gentle suction, and the way his tongue worked against me with careful precision. It was perfect.
I had to grip the headboard to keep from falling forward.
Even after all these weeks, the feeling of him going down on me still caught me off guard with its intensity.
Most guys rushed through this part, eager to get to the main event.
But Linden took his time, like he was savoring every inch of me.
He loved sucking my cock just as much as he loved fucking me with his own.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, my hips trying to thrust forward before I caught myself. “Easy, big guy. I want to last longer than five seconds.”
He pulled back slightly, that cocky smile playing at his lips before he went back to work. His hand stroked the base while his mouth worked the sensitive head, and I could feel my orgasm already starting to build. Geodimeter, he was good at this.
“Let’s move to the rimming before I blow my load,” I said, pulling back before I lost it completely. “Where do you want me?”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Sit on my face.”
I startled slightly. “Are… Are you sure? Won’t you have a hard time breathing?”
“Don’t care,” he said, already shifting my body into position. “You’re not that heavy, anyway. If I need to breathe, I’ll just lift you up.”
I settled myself carefully over his face, my hands braced against the headboard as I lowered myself down.
The first touch of his tongue against my hole made me gasp, my entire body going rigid with pleasure.
He was tentative at first, like he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but that hesitation quickly gave way to confidence as he started to work me open with slow, deliberate licks.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my hips rolling slightly. “Yeah, just like that, big guy.”
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me steady as he ate me out with an intensity that surprised me.
I’d expected him to be gentle about this, careful not to hurt me or do anything wrong.
But Linden had this way of throwing caution to the wind once he got going, of letting his instincts take over.
His tongue pressed deeper, and I felt myself relaxing into the sensation, my hole opening up for him.
The pleasure was building fast, coiling in my lower belly in a way that told me I wasn’t going to last very long at this rate.
I tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the feeling of him working me open was too good, too intense.
His magic was humming beneath his skin, and I could feel it responding to mine, creating that familiar crackle of electricity between us.
“If you keep that up, you are going to make me cum,” I warned, even though part of me didn’t want to stop this. The sensation was too good, too incredible.
He pulled back just slightly, his breathing ragged. “That’s okay. Want me to fuck you now?”
“Please.”
I lifted myself off his face and shifted my body so I was straddling his hips.
His cock was already hard again. Clearly he enjoyed eating my ass.
Normally the man’s recovery time was insanely fast, anyway.
But now it was almost nonexistent. I was already loose and lubed from his tongue, but I reached back anyway, working a finger or three inside myself to make sure I was ready for his girth.
Once I was satisfied, I positioned myself over his cock and slowly sank down.
Even knowing what to expect, the stretch was a lot.
His hands came up to my hips, steadying me, giving me control over the pace.
That was something I’d come to appreciate about him.
He always let me lead when we were like this, never pushing me beyond what I was comfortable with.
“Take your time,” he murmured, his golden eyes fixed on my own. “There’s no rush.”
I did take my time, lowering myself inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt inside me.
The fullness was incredible, and there was that perfect pressure against my prostate that made my toes curl.
I paused for a moment, forcing myself to breathe and relax even further.
Then, when I could stand it no longer, I started to move, rolling my hips in slow circles before finding a rhythm that made my body light up like a Christmas tree.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, feeling that thick cock practically split me in two. “Fuck your dick is big…”
“I know,” Linden said, his voice strained as he watched me move above him. “But you take it so well, Sparks.”
His hands guided my hips, helping me find a rhythm that worked for both of us.
I could feel his magic dancing across my skin again, that golden light that had become so familiar.
I craved the buzz of it against me, the way it made me feel like I was connected to him by much more than throbbing flesh.
Our magics responded to each other instinctively now, the two of them intertwining in a way that still felt like more than a simple connection. Which, I supposed, it no longer was.
I braced my hands on his chest, using the leverage to ride him harder and faster.
My prostate was getting hit with every downstroke, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body.
I could feel my orgasm building again, that pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my lower belly.
My cock bounced against Linden’s belly, untouched and leaking.
“That’s it,” Linden groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet mine. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby.”
The dirty talk shouldn’t have surprised me at this point. But hearing it in his voice, that gentle giant using words like that always caught me off guard. It made me harder, made me move faster, made me want to milk every last drop of cum out of his cock.
My rhythm became more erratic as I got closer, my movements getting sloppy. Linden seemed to sense it because he tightened his grip on my hips, taking over the pace, fucking up into me with a steady rhythm that pushed me right over the edge.
I came with a strangled cry, my hole clenching around him as I shot my load all over his chest. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on painful, radiating outward from my core in waves that left me gasping for breath.
Linden followed me over seconds later, his entire body going rigid as he filled me with his cum. His magic flared so bright that for a moment the whole room seemed to glow gold, and I swear I heard thunder rumble outside even though the sky had been clear when we came back from dinner.
We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, both of us breathing hard, both of us covered in sweat and cum. I stayed where I was for a moment, feeling him soften inside me. I loved being connected like this, in the most intimate way possible. It just felt right with Linden.
“We should probably clean up before we head to the grove,” Linden said eventually, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across my back.
“Five more minutes,” I mumbled against his chest. “I don’t want to move.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath my ear. “Okay. Five more minutes.”
But we both knew it would be more than that.
It always was. What started out as a few more minutes turned into teasing, then laughing, then Linden’s cock getting hard inside me again.
Then, before either of us knew what was happening, he was fucking me again, using his previous load as lube for the next one.
“Oh fuck,” I cried, my fingers squeezing his pecs. “Fuck me harder! I can take it!”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. His hips snapped upward with more force, driving his cock deeper inside me with each thrust. The headboard was already banging against the wall, and I made a mental note to do something about that later.
But honestly, I didn’t give a shit right now.
Let the whole campus know what we were doing.
Let them hear how good he was making me feel.
“Yeah, just like that,” I gasped, meeting his thrusts halfway. “Fuck, Linden, you’re so deep—”
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, and I knew I’d probably find bruises tomorrow in the shape of his fingers. The thought just turned me on more. I wanted everyone to know he was mine. That I belonged to him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his entire body tense with effort. “Fuck, Sparks, I could do this forever.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I warned, my nails digging into his chest. “I’m gonna cum again.”
He didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked me harder, driving into me with a desperation that told me he was close too.
His magic was flaring so bright now that I could barely see, golden light filling the entire room.
I could feel my weather magic responding, crackling through the connection between us like lightning seeking earth.
The second orgasm hit me harder than the first, my entire body convulsing as I came all over his chest again. This time, I didn’t even try to be quiet. I let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a shout, not caring who heard.
Linden came seconds later, his body going rigid as he filled me with another load of his seed. Our magic flared simultaneously, and I actually heard glass rattle in the window frame. For a moment I was genuinely concerned we’d broken something.
When it was over, we both just lay there, completely spent. My legs felt like jelly, my entire body was covered in sweat and cum, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to walk normally for at least a day. But I’d never felt better in my life.
“Okay,” Linden said eventually, his voice hoarse. “Now we really should clean up.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, though I made no move to get up. “Give me a minute.”
He shifted beneath me carefully, making sure I was stable before he eased out of me.
I felt the loss of him immediately, a sudden emptiness that made me want to pull him back inside.
But I resisted the urge and instead rolled off to the side, collapsing onto the mattress beside him, my hole leaking and used.
We lay there for another few minutes, just breathing and letting our hearts slow down.
Then, finally, we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower.
The hot water felt amazing against my sore muscles, and I let Linden wash me.
He loved to do that, to take care of me after sex.
And honestly, I don’t think I’d ever felt so loved as when he did that. It was an incredible feeling.
And because of that feeling growing stronger and stronger for the past few weeks, I’d decided something needed to be said. I’d been waiting for the right moment. But now that the greenhouse repairs were finished, and we finally had a break, I felt like it was time.
Tonight, at the grove, I was going to tell him how I felt. That I was falling for him. Just the thought of it made my heart race. I was worried, of course, because who wouldn’t be? Confessing feelings was never an easy task. There was a lot of risk involved. But I was going to do it tonight.
I just hoped I wouldn’t scare him off.