32. Cassie
CASSIE
I hope Ian doesn’t have any cameras, I think as I fumble with the key to open the front door.
He didn’t mention it, and I’m sure I can request the footage if he does.
My body is buzzing, vibrating with anticipation.
My thighs feel wet, and as Robbie crowds me against the door, I can feel his hardness arching against my ass.
He buries his head in my hair and I finally, finally, get the door open.
We stumble over the threshold, but we don’t go far.
Robbie pushes me into the wall beside the door, almost knocking a picture frame off the floral wallpaper.
I scramble for purchase on the wall as I arch my back, rubbing my ass along his cock.
“Should I fuck you right here, baby?” he asks as he grinds into me further.
My jeans are still unbuttoned, and he reaches around me to plunge his hand back inside. My head falls back on his shoulder as his hand cups me. I grind on him wantonly, desperate for his fingers to curl inwards.
“Please,” I moan, turning my head and chasing his lips with mine.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls his hands away.
I want to protest, but instead he grabs hold of the waistband of my jeans and with one strong tug pulls them down to my ankles, leaving me in my small baby tee and my dignity in a pile on the floor.
The shock of cool air causes goosebumps to flush across my skin, and he pushes me forward to arch against the wall.
I let my eyes close as he molds my body where he wants me, my limbs pliant and ready for whatever he wants to give me.
I feel his hands on the globes of my ass as he drops to his knees. He yanks me backward, tilting my body until I’m nearly folded in half and my dripping sex is in line with his mouth.
“Robbie.” His name has barely tumbled from my lips before his warm tongue swipes through me with a delicious lick. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as he moans like a starved man, on his knees and begging for salvation.
His hands bracket the crease in my hips as he pulls me further back, his tongue swirling around my clit before circling my entrance.
“Honey,” he grumbles, voice thick with lust. “Just like I remember.” He swipes through me again, my wetness running down my inner thigh when he doesn’t stop.
My legs shake, and I grab onto the doorframe with a clenched fist.
He keeps one hand firmly on my hip, but the other slides around my front, his thumb joining his wicked tongue and causing stars to burst in my vision. “Robbie, fuck, I can’t.”
He groans in reply and keeps going, maintaining the pace that’s driving me wild.
With a final flick of his thumb, I erupt, shattering above him as his tongue works me through my orgasm. Before I can take a breath, his warm mouth is gone and he’s back on his feet, tugging me upright. I’m boneless in his arms as he holds my back to his body.
“You think I’m done, Cassie?” Robbie asks as I roll my head across his shoulder. “I’m only getting started.”
He plunges two fingers inside me, my wetness audible. His thumb traces my aching clit.
“Do you want me to fuck you against the wall?” He nibbles at my earlobe, tugging at my diamond earring. “Or do you want me to fuck you in a bed?” His fingers feel so snug inside me, stroking in just the right place. “What do you want, trouble?”
“I—I...” I can’t think straight, my mind a hazy blur as my hips buck in his hand, his palm rubbing against my clit each time I do. “Whatever you want.”
“Come on, Cassie.” His voice is a rumble behind me. His hand stretches across my chest, squeezing my breast in his hand before he cups my jaw, tilting me towards him. “Tell me what you want.”
His eyes are dark and searing, capturing me even as he clutches me tighter. I can feel his hardness against me, and all I want to do is tilt my hips and feel him plunge inside me.
My mind races through each of his suggestions.
Thrown on a plush mattress and him falling between the cradle of my thighs, my hips digging into the cool marble of the kitchen island, my back arching against the wall, the soft rug underneath my knees as I ride him.
“Too many options,” I gasp as he flicks his thumb across my clit.
“We’ll do it all, trouble. Tell me where to start.”
I swallow, my breath caught in my throat as I turn in his arms, his fingers releasing me until my pussy clamps down on air, desperate to be filled again.
I finally get to look at him, hair mussed and t-shirt rumpled, erection straining against his shorts.
My back straightens as I take him in, his arousal filling the air in the small hallway.
“Strip.” I rest my hands behind me on the wall. I’m still only in my small t-shirt, the rest of me bare and under his gaze as his eyes rove my body.
Wordlessly, he grabs his shirt from behind him, yanking it off his head in a swift movement.
His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and I barely get a chance to admire his washboard abs honed from a lifetime of dedication before his hands are in the waistband of his shorts and he’s completely bare.
I squeeze my thighs together as I take in his cock, standing fully at attention and weeping with precum. Knowing I’ve caused that reaction in him is almost enough for me to close the distance between us.
I reach my hand out and gently fist his length, his head tilting back with each swipe of my palm. He’s warm in my hand, firm and heavy. I stroke him a few times before I let my hand go, and he rolls his head back around to me. “On your knees,” I tell him.
He swallows, but obediently drops to the carpet. I step forward, his eyes on mine as I finally lift my shirt over my head and let my breasts free. The cold air puckers my already hard nipples, and I see him lick his lips.
I gently push at his shoulder until he’s sat down and I crouch until I’m sat on his lap, my pussy grinding directly over his cock.
His hands come to my back, spanning the length of my spine.
I tilt my hips, his tip resting right where I want him.
His jaw clenches even as his hand cups the back of my head, fisting in my hair. “I want you just like this,” I whisper against his mouth. He chases me.
His other hand lands on my thigh. “You sure about this, Cass?”
I nod. “Please.”
In one swift motion, he yanks me further on his lap, his cock sliding into me so fast I lose my breath. My head falls back as I let myself adjust to the stretch, and he presses open-mouthed kisses across my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth.
“Cassie,” he mumbles into my skin. “Fucking move.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me as I straighten up, clutching his jaw in my hands as I so, so slowly lift my hips. Each slow roll of my hips is torture, my knees burning on the rug, but I can’t stop. Robbie’s hands grip the crease between my thighs and my hips, helping control my movements.
I rise up higher on my knees until I can speed up, impaling myself on him frantically until he moves his hand in between us, brushing his thumb against my clit, but I can’t stop until I feel him underneath me, thrusting into me in time with my movements.
He clutches me to him tightly as he comes undone.
When I can finally catch my breath, I press kisses along his jaw until his hands come to my face. He peels my head back to take me in. My eyelids are heavy with sleep, but he’s still inside me, and I swear I can feel him hardening again. “Where next?”