CHAPTER TWELVE
C assidy startles at seeing me loitering in the hallway when she opens the door. “I could’ve found my way. You didn’t have to wait for me.”
“And miss this opportunity?” I straighten and stalk toward her.
“What’re you planning, trouble?”
My gaze carves a path along her curves. “I haven’t tasted your pussy in weeks and I’m famished.”
Her eyes round into saucers. “Now?”
I step into her at the threshold of the bathroom. “Can’t think of a better time.”
“We’re at your friend’s engagement party.”
“And?”
“There’s a bunch of people outside.” She gestures wildly.
“Better make it quick then.”
“Or we could wait until later.”
A sharp shake of my head rejects her suggestion. “I’m going to get on my knees, worship your pleasure, and beg you to forgive me.”
“You’ve already been forgiven.”
“Not to my liking.”
“Going down on me is what it takes?”
“It’s a start.”
Her mouth works soundlessly. “I’m not even sure how to respond to that.”
“Just accept it.”
Cassidy furrows her brow. “But—”
I swoop down to silence her with a kiss. She melts into me, which I interpret as a positive sign. My tongue swipes out to test the limits of her wavering inhibitions. Her lips part on a sigh and a green flag raises along with my arousal. But this isn’t about me.
“Imagine this as a scene in one of your romance novels.” The temperature in the small room spikes at least ten degrees when I shut the door. “I bet you’ve read one that’s similar. We can turn fiction into reality.”
Desire smolders in her green eyes and she squirms. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girlfriend.”
A moan slips from her. “I think you might’ve uncovered a praise kink.”
My cock twitches from that sultry rasp. “If you listen, I’ll reward you.”
“With an orgasm?”
“If we quit stalling.” My hands hover over the one-piece contraption Cassidy considers an outfit. “How do I get this off?”
“Easier than you think.” Which she proves with a fluid motion from her deft fingers.
As the buttons open, denim loosens to reveal her naked flesh. Soon all that covers her is a matching bra and panty set, the dark green lace little more than scraps.
“Impressive,” I rasp.
She kicks away the garment pooled at her ankles. “Where would you like me?”
I glance at the options. None of them are ideal for comfort, but this is meant to be fast and efficient. “Park that hot ass on the toilet lid and lean back against the wall.”
Like an obedient cowgirl, she positions herself as instructed. A tremble ripples through her. “Chilly.”
“You’ll be burning for me soon.” My knees meet the tile floor. “Spread eagle, beauty.”
She stretches her legs wide, propping one foot on the counter. “Planning to eat around my thong?”
“Absolutely.”
It won’t be a problem. I can see how juicy and ripe her cunt is for me. The skimpy material between her thighs is drenched. My thumbs trace the frilly edge hiding her from view. A purposeful exhale against that wetness is met with a shiver.
“Tease,” Cassidy whimpers.
I chuckle, but that’s all the warning she gets. A tug on her hips delivers her into my grasp. She squeaks at the abrupt change but the sound barely registers. I’m too preoccupied bracing her legs apart with my broad frame, wedging us together.
Another startled noise spills from her when my nose and mouth burrow in her slippery heat. My addiction is fed with a hit of sweet zing. The lace barrier does little to conceal her unique flavor.
“Fuuuuuuck, I’ve missed your taste.”
Her fingers grip onto my hair. “Don’t stop.”
I cluck my tongue. The action strikes her clit and she jolts. Her response is strong, but it could be better. A yank removes the flimsy barrier from obstructing my dignified palate. Her arousal instantly coats my lips and I guzzle the spiced sugar like a man who just escaped the desert.
“Flood my mouth, beauty. I want to feel your cum slide down my throat.”
Cassidy arches, tilting to tighten my seal on her pussy. “Such a dirty boy.”
I suckle her clit, the bundle already swelling. “Only the filthiest will do for you.”
“More,” she mewls.
I sink two fingers into her, the push and pull tempo matching the rapid flicks of my tongue. She quakes against me. Whether intentional or not, she begins a steady grinding motion. That hungry movement spanks her sex against my chin. The friction must add another level of intensity. Loud cries escape her on a constant loop, proving she isn’t concerned about getting caught. Her enthusiasm fuels mine, spurring me to increase my pace.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I mumble into her folds. “I need to hear it.”
“Yes, yes,” she chants.
“Give me the words.”
She squirms, “I’m all yours, trouble.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Exquisite. Giving me more than I’ve asked for. My beautiful girl,” I praise.
Her wheeze in response is passionate and pleased. I glance up while feasting on her essence. Cassidy is already watching me. The cups of her bra are folded down, giving her unrestricted access to her pierced nipples. She plucks at the pebbled points, pinching until the tips are pressed flat. My eyes nearly cross from the sight.
“I’m almost there,” she breathes.
Lust thrashes through me in a blaze. Damn, that’s a stroke to my ego. I figured she could get off quick, but this might be a record.
That’s when the doorknob rattles.
Apparently not speedy enough.
The plan was to get Cassidy to burst before we were busted, but that’s why locks were invented. I double my efforts to give her relief. My fingers pump into her, curling to find that sacred spot. She’s riding my face to a rhythm that will win her a trophy. Our rude interruption knocks as if that’s going to do the trick.
“Shit,” she mutters.
I shush her, the admonishment vibrating against her core. My actions have the opposite effect as I tap her clit in the process. Her hips thrust forward and she goes still.
“Yes! I’m coming,” Cassidy shouts.
A sugary gush bathes my tongue, sluicing down my throat like dew. I groan and open wide for more. Her knees clap against my head to trap me in place. There’s a clench in her core that suctions at my fingers. She bucks against me, chasing the peak to the highest point. I’m swallowing every drop she gifts me.
“Holy shit. They’re totally doing it in there.” Grace’s voice is muffled but recognizable through the door.
“I don’t blame him. A permanent erection is demanding. Get yours, buddy.” The encouragement booms from Garrett, but I’m concentrating on the woman splintering apart for me.
Cassidy spasms in my clutches. I ease her back from the ledge with lazy licks to her pussy. It’s mutually beneficial, allowing me to consume her to absolute completion. She regains some semblance of composure and straightens from her slouched pose. The afterglow shimmers in her eyes as they latch onto mine.
“Do you think they heard us?”
“Us?” I laugh, assuming she missed the commentary from the hallway voyeurs. “Oh, beauty. You broadcasted loud enough to overcompensate for me and my appetite.”
The flush from her release brightens to a ruby shade. Cassidy glances at the door that’s gone silent. “No.”
I pepper her inner thighs with kisses. “Don’t worry. I’ll take all the credit if you’ll let me.”