1. Robbie #2
She bites her lip as she returns her gaze to mine. “Here,” she says, twisting her body to the opposite side of the chair. Her dress gapes down her back, allowing me a glorious view of her tanned back and perfectly round backside.
I quickly readjust my trousers before she returns, a bottle of champagne bigger than her head clutched in her hand.
“Sandra,” I gasp dramatically. “You’re trouble.”
“That’s what they tell me.” She sits up and gestures for my whiskey glass. “My mother would have a stroke if she saw me serve champagne in a rocks glass.”
I swing my legs over the bed and hand it over. “She’s a stickler for the rules?”
“You have no idea.” She pours my drink. “She’s an etiquette field marshal. The amount of dinners I had as a child where I held my elbows at an awkward angle instead of resting them on the table.”
“Poor elbows.”
“It’s not so bad. It’s why I’ve got such great upper arm strength,” she teases, flexing her toned arm. All it does is bring my attention back to her cleavage.
She sits up, leaning towards me and resting her head on her hand, the stack of silver bracelets on her wrist clinking with the motion.
I mirror her, my legs bracketing hers.
She shifts backwards, her hands pulling her skirt higher on her thigh with the motion, bangles clinking together like a dinner bell.
“I’m sorry you’re having such a boring night.” Cassie says.
I let my glass hang between my thighs, tapping my index finger against the crystal rim, itching to trace the hem of her dress and the creamy skin of her leg. I glance up at her to find she’s already looking at me, a heated look in her dark eyes.
She lifts her dress slightly higher.
I let my finger trace against her inner thigh, her skin warm and soft. I gently move up her legs, hitching her skirt even higher. “It’s definitely looking up.”
She grins wickedly as her bare foot gently brushes against my shoe.
She hovers her hand over mine and sparks shoot up my arm from when her fingers brush my skin.
She grabs my glass and lifts it to her lips, not taking her eyes off me as she takes a sip.
Now she’s closer, I can see her hair isn’t brown, it’s red. Fiery red.
She leans further back and now that my hands are free, I use them to explore further.
I keep my movements slow, taunting. I glance up at her, the flush high on her cheeks and her plump lips open.
My cock stirs in my slacks. I came to this party expecting to be bored to tears and stuck networking until it was a reasonable enough time to leave, but instead I’ve found this private piece of paradise.
I wasn’t expecting this girl tonight, but I can’t stop this even if I tried.
I tilt my head even more, my gaze on her lips as if I can tug her closer with my thoughts. Reading my mind, she tilts slightly closer, her nose gently nudging mine.
“You really are trouble, aren’t you?”
I catch her laugh with my lips, transforming it into a delicious moan that sends heat rushing to my already hardening cock.
Slowly, she opens her mouth, her tongue peeking into mine. I slide one hand up her back, pulling on the red curls cascading over her skin. With the other I push her skirt up, further exposing her to me.
She lets her legs fall open, inviting me in.
I tilt my head and press kisses along her neck, her perfume making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I hook her leg over one of mine, the motion forcing her to tilt backwards into the cushion of the sun lounger.
I follow, falling to my knees as she sprawls out before me like a feast. I barely have the chance to tug open a button on my shirt before my journey down her body ends between her thighs.
Cassie gasps in pleasure as I press a kiss through the silky lace of her underwear.
I glance up at her with hooded eyes and a silent question.
She nods frantically. I kiss her inner thigh, inhaling her delicious scent.
Honey and strawberries. I tug at the sides of her underwear and she lifts her hips to help me drag them down her legs, leaving them hooked over one ankle.
I spread her legs, palms clutching her quivering thighs to hold her open before I taste what I’m aching for.
Her moans are like music to my ears, the noises of the party fading completely.
I’m surrounded by her, her taste, her feel, her smooth skin as she writhes under my touch.
I bring my hand up to play with her clit and it’s like a switch being flicked, her breathy moans transforming to gasps of pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” Cassie whine above me. I stay with her, following her lead until her legs clench around me and her back arches.
Her legs relax as she catches her breath before she’s tugging me up by my collar, ripping a button in the process. I fall into the cradle of her thighs as she tugs my lips to hers, her tongue exploring my mouth the way I just did her pussy.
I grind into her, my already hard cock aching to be inside her.
Her dress has slipped, baring her perfect breasts to the cool night air. Pebbled and begging to be touched.
I flick one with my thumb and she gasps into my mouth, her hands exploring my shirt and pulling it from my trousers.
Vaguely, I can hear laughter from the party, but I tune it out, desperate to make her moan again.
She gasps, and I blink up at her. Suddenly she’s lurching upright, the motion toppling the lounger until I have one leg on the floor and the other hooked over the seat.
“What?” I ask, perplexed. Did she change her mind?
She frantically pulls her dress up and shuffles off the end of the bed.
Then I hear it. “Cassie!”
The vaguely familiar voice is a lot closer than I thought the party was.
“I have to go,” she hisses, snatching her shoes from the ground and yanking them back on. I’m still half on the lounger, half in the grass, but I manage to untangle myself just as she rises to her feet, brushing her hair from her face.
“Thanks for the orgasm,” she says brusquely.
I laugh. “You’re welcome, trouble.”
Without another glance at me, she darts through the entrance of the bushes. I’m so bemused I don’t even take the chance to ask for her number. I rise to my feet and reach into my pants, squeezing my cock in apology for its near miss.
I notice a shadow in the grass and quickly realize it’s her lacy underwear. I pick them up, for no reason other than they surely shouldn’t be left out here for anyone to find.
I shove them in my pocket and head towards the wooden gate.
Before I step back into the light from the house, I hear her voice. “Sorry, I fell asleep.”
“Asleep?” A man says, his familiar, booming voice light with mirth. “Fell asleep at your own party? Never heard anything like it.”
I think my heart has left my chest and has taken root in my throat as I dart back behind the bush. I poke my head around the corner, desperate for the visual I’m dreading.
Cassie looks put together, nothing like the vixen who was coming on my tongue and who left her underwear behind like a sexually liberated Cinderella.
She’s facing me, so I only see the back of the man she’s talking to.
I’ve only met him once, less than an hour ago, but it’s enough to recognize his towering presence.
“I had a long day, Daddy.”
The words sink heavily in my gut.
I just hooked up with my boss’s daughter.
Fuck.