Chapter 14 #2
I burst with laughter, already feeling the buzz of alcohol. “Oh, he’s in prison. My mom told me. His sister is doing well though. Did I ever tell you…” I stop myself, unsure if I should mention it. I take my time choosing a tiny gin bottle as my next victim.
“Tell me what?” Cass asks. His skin looks so golden in the glow of our little lamp.
“She was the first girl to ever go down on me.” I cover my face in embarrassment, but the gin helps ease my nerves. Its herby, bitter flavor is exactly what I need, and I find myself annoyed that we haven’t bought more of it.
“Oooh, so you also had secrets,” Cassian whispers.
I point to the bottle. “This one’s the winner so far. But back to her, I never told you because… it was bad.” I laugh, and pass Cass the gin, with my sights already set on whiskey. “You’d think it’s an easy thing to do, but we were both clueless.”
A raspy chuckle makes me glance Cassian’s way as he rubs his face against the pillow.
He’s always been a bit of a lightweight when it came to booze. Then again, maybe he already had more than me?
“Don’t laugh! I think she watched too much porn, wanted to really go for it, but then she started gagging, and I got worried that something’s wrong and went soft, so she tried again… Oh, man…” I giggle-snort at the memory, loosened up by the booze. “I shouldn’t have said anything!”
“Yeah, well, I hope no one ever reviews my first performance,” Cass whispers, rolling onto his back, as if he could see the sky through the roof. He looks so cozy in his fitted woolen sweater I just want to lie closer and cuddle.
“That bad? If I were gay, I’d be a natural,” I say before I can catch the words falling off my drunken tongue. I start laughing and have more whiskey to muffle my embarrassment. “You know what I mean! We have the same equipment as guys.”
He takes the little bottle and gulps down all that’s left in it.
It’s hardly a sampling at this point, since both of us are more interested in the conversation than flavors of liquor.
“You would think, but my gag reflex used to be so bad I puked,” Cass reveals, hiding his face with the sleeping bag.
“You did not!” I laugh so hard I start crying and I get a cramp in my stomach. I have to lie down to stretch it out, but it’s no use, as I keep chuckling.
“Yeah. I didn’t want to tell him it was my first time, and as we were flirting online, I might have suggested I’m into rough play.
He looked so shocked when I—” he makes a gurgling sound before laughing again.
“Dude made sure I was okay but ran away within the next five minutes. I felt like I’d never find a boyfriend. ”
With my head spinning I teasingly stroke his face. “Aww, that’s so terribly sad. At least you have Logan now.” And for once, I’m not even angry to say his name, because the whole thing is too hilarious. A guy like Cass should be swimming in an abundance of dick.
“Oh, he is a lucky guy, my dude. After that fiasco, I got a dildo and practiced until my gag reflex was gone,” Cassian says and touches his throat with a smile so full of pride I feel a tickle in my balls.
The vision of Cass sucking a dildo is both arousing and the most hilarious thing on the planet.
“Do you still have it?” I wink, then wipe a tear out of my eye. I feel as if I’m floating.
“Obviously. Those things can be useful sometimes. Why? Do you wanna give it a spin?” Cass chuckles, and in that moment I know his mind is pliable as butter. Watching me with dark eyes, he smiles as if he knows the secrets of the universe.
“You joke, but you never know when a skill can come in handy.” I try hard to keep a straight face, but I still crack and laugh again. “Like when I don’t pass my exams and have to service my professor for a good grade?”
I grab myself a tiny bottle of rum, because this conversation is getting out of hand.
Cassian laughs, his face rosy like a ripe apple. He reaches toward me and gives my nose a pinch. “You never know. But if that happens, let me know, I’ll step in and make the sacrifice for you.”
I push his arm. “Because you’d enjoy it!”
He rolls his eyes. “Oh please. I don’t suck just any dick. This gay has standards,” he says and makes a comically proud expression. “It would be purely for you, Mattie.”
I pass him the rum once I’m done with my half. “I mean, I guess your standard is high. Whatever I might think about Logan, he is hot shit. It bothers me how much he knows it.”
“Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be tied down? Why settle when someone better can come along,” Cass says in a voice so casual I feel a cold sensation going down my spine. He drinks the rum in one gulp.
I shuffle closer to shove him a little. “Better than you and your non-existent gag reflex? I highly doubt that. You said it yourself, he’s the lucky one.”
Cassian meets my eyes. “Of course he is. Too bad we’ve barely seen each other this past month.”
“Are you saying he’s really missing out on this?” I jokingly reach to squeeze his dick through his pants, but as soon as I touch him, it doesn’t feel like a joke anymore.
Dark green eyes pin me with their intensity, and plump lips open.
He’s half-hard, and stiffening fast. “Yeah.”
I shouldn’t have drunk so much. It’s making me keep my hand where it is, and all I can think about are the BJ skills he boasted about. My breath quickens. “How badly do you need that dick to suck on?” I only manage to whisper, too overwhelmed with what I’m doing.
They tell you not to drink and drive, but no one warns you: don’t drink then lie down and joke around with the best friend you have the hots for.
And yet that’s what I’m doing, and before the still-coherent part of my brain can make me slide back into the driver’s seat, Cassian shifts closer and touches my neck with his fingertips. Their warmth is enough to make me shiver, but then his hand moves down my chest and grabs my belt.
“Happy Birthday, Mattie?” he whispers, never looking away, as if his eyelids were pasted to his brows.
I nod because speaking is too difficult in these circumstances and my tongue ties every time I try to come up with something. My brain flashes with a giant red light, but all I can focus on is Cassian, with his beautiful eyes, the hand undoing my belt.
I’m helpless when it comes to the desire I feel for him, and I stroke his forearm, now annoyed at the existence the sweater I found so nice on him before.
He hangs over me, squeezing my hard cock with so much intent I can feel blood leaving my brain to go where it’s needed way more. I love the way he’s looking at me, as if no other man exists. As if I’m the last one on Earth and the sole person capable of satisfying his cravings.
His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he offers me a tempting smile before pulling down the zipper of my jeans. The noise it makes is like a jolt of pleasure at the back of my neck.
I’m so very hard.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more aroused.
The need to get off is an instinct I’m unable to fight. I can’t believe it’s happening, my mind is booze-soaked, but all I want is for him to taste me.
My whole body throbs with excitement, and even the tiniest touch, like sliding my fingertips under the sleeve of his sweater drives me mad. We’ve touched so many times wrestling for the TV remote or hugging, but this is different.
He wants me and nothing else matters.