Chapter 23 #3
“There’s no people around. What could he possibly be doing here?
” Cass mutters when he comes back with an open can of fish and a little bowl of water.
As he scoots by the bed to leave out the food, I let my gaze slide down his muscular shoulders, down his back, all the way to his buttocks.
He’s incredibly hot, and I want to touch him, but I’m also struck by how comfortable it feels to be naked around him.
Around women, I always experienced a weird tension, but there’s none of that with Cass. And it’s not just because he’s a man too. The thought of hanging out with some random dude naked makes me uncomfortable, so it must be Cassian specifically who puts me so at ease.
“Could it be feral? We should take it to a vet tomorrow and check if it has a chip.”
He shrugs. “Hard to tell. Maybe once it feels comfortable coming out of there, we’ll see if it’s wearing a collar.
” With that, Cass rises to his feet and faces me with a soft smile.
“Such a gentleman, didn’t want me to get tortured by crazy cultists, or whatever you imagined was out there,” he says as if he wasn’t the one to come up with the intruder being human.
I groan and spread my arms. “You say that now, but it could have been anything. So yeah, I’d protect you.”
“Oh, I know. You’re my hero,” Cassian whispers, approaching me with a confident smile that switches something in the mood. All of a sudden, I feel lightheaded.
I rub my wet hair. “I try. I thought it could be a bear and still went out there in just a towel.” Okay, so I might be milking it a little. Sue me.
“Really brave.” Cassian grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. His kiss to my fingers sends a jolt of electricity down my body, and when he looks up and meets my gaze, my tongue feels too big for me to talk.
I bite my lip in a bout of shyness. My heart beats faster, but he seems to simply have that effect on me.
“You better not be mocking me.” The warmth from the fire is starting to burn, and I might have to step away soon, but I notice his fingers are cold.
“You should…” I laugh and pull his hands to my overheating butt. “There. Saving your hands too.”
Cassian takes a quick inhale as our hips touch.
His gaze darkens, and I feel him giving my buttocks a squeeze, as if he wants to judge how pert they are.
I like to exercise, but there’s still a nice bit of padding for him to hold on to.
I have nothing to be ashamed of, and the way he looks at me makes the butterflies in my stomach rise.
“That is really warm. Though I think I’d feel even warmer if I slid them down here,” he says and moves his digits toward my crack.
My breath speeds up. We’ve had a few days to get our bearings in this new relationship, but something feels different. He grabbed my ass before, but not like this.
A surge of excitement coils in my chest.
“Do you like that?” I whisper, placing my hands on his shoulders. I am no longer cold, and not just because of the buzzing fire.
Cassian cocks his head and smirks when I shiver at the way his index finger brushes up and down my crack. “Do you?”
“I… yeah.” To the point that my dick is getting interested.
“You’re so fucking handsome.” I cup his face and kiss him, enjoying the way our bodies fit together.
His stubble grows back so fast, and it scratches my palms as I get to my toes so we can be the same height.
It’s only an inch of difference, tops, but it’s there.
My dick doesn’t want to wait and it’s already filling between our bodies as Cassian’s hands roll my ass as if it was made of dough.
The elephant is in the room with us, because we haven’t actually talked about the whole top/bottom thing since Kai’s birthday party.
What I do know is that Cass mentioned wanting to top while he was still with Logan, and with every brush of his fingertips between my buttocks, I’m more convinced that I want him on top of me.
I might be leaning on him a bit too much, and he smiles, pulling my head to his shoulder while his other hand keeps drawing over the skin of my ass.
“What kind of reward should I give you for protecting me from this ginger cat?” Cassian whispers before kissing my temple.
“I didn’t know you chose rewards,” I tease, even though I’m pretty sure we both have the same thing in mind.
I’m scared to voice it, but the circumstances seem right. We’re all alone, and have all the time we want. There’s nothing frightening about Cass. It’s just my nerves getting the best of me.
Cassian sighs and pats my back but never stops holding me in front of the fireplace. “Oh, I’m sorry. I suppose the reward should be up to you,” he says while his hand spreads my buttocks, and his index finger slides in.
It’s as if lights have turned on inside me.
“I want you to top me,” I choke out with eyes wide, wrapping my arms around him.
“To t-try at least. I don’t know if I’ll like it, but I think I will.
I like the idea, I mean.” My cheeks are on fire and burn even fiercer when Cassian leans down and nips on my cheekbone with a low grunt.
I shiver when his fingertip rolls against my hole.
“Yess,” he says in a raspy voice and presses me harder to him. Oh God, his scent is so intense, and his grip—so decisive. This is a part of him I don’t quite know, but while it’s overwhelming, I want him this way too.
My brain fills with a lusty fog, and my instinct tells me to nuzzle his jaw, to run my tongue over his stubble, and rock against his fingers.
I don’t just want him to top me. I want him to fuck me.
I want him to show me everything and make me lose control until all I know is his cock inside me, his eyes staring at me, his lips on my skin. So maybe the whole concept of wanting this in the first place is still very new, but I trust him and know he would never hurt me.
I’m safe with my Cassian.
But no matter how much I believe in him, when he pushes my feet from under me in a rapid move, I stiffen and grab his neck.
His grin tells me he scared me on purpose, but the way he lowers me to the blankets is nothing but careful. Somehow, the moment of fright makes me want him even more.
“I’m gonna do what that mountain lion couldn’t,” he says with a wiggle of his brows.
I laugh and push at his shoulders. “You ass. Are you saying the mountain lion was about to fuck me?” It slips off my tongue so easily and I enjoy the taste of that word. Fuck. So raw and real.
He chuckles, resting his knee between my thighs as he leans in, lowering himself over me. “I was going for consume, but hey, whatever you wish, honey.”
Honey is the sweetness I feel when he calls me that.
Cass used several blankets to make a little nest for us. He’s thought of everything, so I’m more than happy to spread my thighs a bit wider and let him in. “I like ‘consume’.” I slide my fingers into his damp hair, enjoying every moment of his attention.
I’ve gone through so many twists and turns since we parted at the end of high school, and yet we made it here. I couldn’t be happier. He’s the one I want, my everything.
He nuzzles my cheek, then moves his lips along the side of my face, then jaw line. His touch is gentle, but I’m trembling as our bodies heat, rocking together until they feel as one. By the time his tongue slides between my lips I’m rock-hard and squeeze my thighs around his.
My hands glide over his strong shoulders and all the way down his muscular back. I don’t have an ounce of straightness left in me, and at this point I wonder if I ever did. There’s only a faint hint of rosemary left on him after the shower, but he smells so fresh?of water and rain.
I moan when his dick twitches against me, trapped between our bodies, and when he rests his weight on me, the overwhelming sense of this moment being perfect makes me hug him all the harder.
Our hands wander everywhere as we kiss. At times we roll over so I’m on top, but at the end of the day, I want him between my legs.
We’re both insanely aroused by the time he looks at me and reaches into his backpack in a way so clumsy I can only blame it on excitement, but moments later, he shows me a pack of condoms and a tube of lube, letting me know he came prepared.
“I can’t wait to feel you,” Cassian whispers, kissing me before I can inhale.
His tongue is so skilled. It dances with mine, pets my palate and teases my gums. I could get drunk on it.
“You were thinking about it?” I point my chin at his provisions as I stroke his ears with my thumbs. I need to know what he’s thinking about all this.
Cassian rolls his eyes. “Duh. I always think about my hot boyfriend. And the naughty things I want to do to him,” he says with a grin and rocks against me, making me arch in pleasure.
I love being his boyfriend. Possibly even more than I loved being his best friend. “Tell me. What do you want to do to me?” I whisper and slide my hand between our bodies to grab his cock. I groan when it pulses in my hand, signaling his arousal.
Cassian’s eyelids flutter shut, and he licks his lips, thrusting into my hand, just like he surely wants to move inside me.
His skin is flushed, and his hair falls on his forehead in damp strands as he speaks.
“I want to open you up with my fingers, and then get behind you as you’re on all fours, so available to me.
I imagine how hot and tight you are, and how your voice will sound when you understand why it feels so good to be fucked. ”
The vision frazzles my mind, and I squeeze his dick tighter. My hole twitches in anticipation as I swallow, a little embarrassed of about what I’m about to ask. “Can we… I mean… Do we need the rubbers? I’m kinda hot for your cum.”