Chapter 35 #2
I laugh, and the sound makes her relax a little more. She burrows into my thigh, hands balled into fists. My shorts are ruined, sweat-soaked, and starting to stain, but I don’t care.
I keep talking, low and steady, narrating the disaster of our last team-building exercise (spoiler: ended with Cassian super-gluing Rowan’s ass to a chair) until Jess starts to breathe normally again.
The heat’s not gone, not by a long shot, but we’re holding the line.
I watch the door, counting down seconds until Rowan gets back.
He’s the type to overdo it—probably halfway through alphabetizing the protein bars and talking himself down from tearing the door off its hinges because her scent’s all over the damn house.
Hopefully, he has one of the protein shakes himself.
When he finally shows, it’ll be with an overstuffed basket and his control stitched back together.
Jess closes her eyes, lips moving in a silent curse or prayer.
I squeeze her shoulder, counting heartbeats like prayer beads.
Fixing things is what I do.
But this isn’t something duct tape and Gatorade can fix.
She chose me once.
I just hope, when the next wave comes, she still will.
Seconds later, I feel the first ripple through Jess’s body like a misfire in an engine—jerky, wild, then suddenly all in sync.
She’s not talking anymore. Just little animal sounds, tiny gasps, a whimper every time I trace the line of her jaw with my thumb, then follow the curve down her throat to her collarbone. She shudders at the touch, eyes rolling up for a second before she comes back to me.
“Need more?” I ask, soft as I can.
She laughs, except it’s not really a laugh, more a desperate snort. “I need you,” she says, and there’s nothing funny about it.
So I give her all of me. Hands first—I start at her shoulder, knead the knot that’s formed there, then drift down, cupping her breast, letting my palm warm the soft skin before brushing my thumb over her nipple. It’s taut, and when I twist it, she arches into my hand, head thrown back.
I keep my eyes on her face, watching for that flicker of pain, but all I see is hunger. She wants me, maybe more than she ever has, and I feel something twist in my gut.
I shift, slide down the bed so I can press my mouth against her chest. The taste is salt and heat, familiar but new in the way it makes my lips go numb. She pushes my head lower, fingers tangled in my hair, and I take her nipple between my teeth, gentle at first, then harder as she moans.
“More,” she says, and I obey, rolling her onto her back. My hands are everywhere—thighs, hips, the soft skin just under her belly button. She’s trembling, but not from fever this time.
She opens her legs without hesitation, and I kneel between them, staring before reaching out.
Her skin is flushed, hair slicked down, and when I run my fingers along her inner thigh, she flinches, then presses closer.
I stroke up, slow at first, until I reach the place where she’s slick and desperate for touch.
I slide a finger in, careful, then a second, and she cries out, head slamming back against the pillow. I curl them, feeling for the spot that makes her lose it, and when I find it, she bites her own arm to keep from screaming.
I keep working her, slow and steady, letting her ride the edge but never letting go. Her breaths go sharp, then shallow, and I know she’s close.
I kiss up her body, following the path of my own hand, until our mouths meet again. This time, she’s the one biting, hard enough to draw blood. I don’t mind. I like the way it makes her eyes go wild, like she’s the only person left in the world and she wants to devour it.
She breaks away, gasping. “Don’t stop. Eli, please, don’t—”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, and I mean it.
“Please, I-I need you inside me.”
My cock agrees, and I slide into her slick pussy and shudder. Everything in me wants to take my time, enjoy her, but she’s so fucking tight that I can’t stop thrusting in and out of her.
She’s close—her whole body tenses, and I worry she’s going to pass out. But then she snaps, back arching so high I think she’ll break in half, and she screams, raw and real, nothing held back.
I hold her through her orgasm, stroking her hair, kissing her shoulder, until she collapses against me, spent and shaking.
By some miracle, all her heat and tightness haven’t squeezed an orgasm out of me, but fuck, I’m close. One more minute and I’d be gone over the edge with her.
Cassian surfaces with a groan, wild hair in his eyes, and blinks at us like he’s surprised to find himself anywhere but the bottom of a dogpile. Then he clocks Jess, crumpled and exhausted against my chest, and something sharp and predatory clicks behind his smile.
“Couldn’t wait for me?” he rasps, voice shredded but cocky as always.
Jess tries to flip him off, but she’s too tired, so she just flaps her hand weakly in his direction. Cassian grins like she’s just confessed her undying love.
“Move over, Beta Boy,” he says, shoving my thigh with his foot, but it’s more playful than anything.
Normally, I’d flip him off right back. But Jess needs this. I ease back and let Cassian slide into the space, his arms scooping her up.
He buries his face in her hair, inhales deep, then trails his mouth down to her neck, licking the sweat off her skin. Jess shudders, her hands curling into his biceps.
“You smell like a five-alarm fire,” he murmurs, teeth grazing her earlobe.
“Maybe you should stop lighting matches, then,” she snaps, but her words melt as he starts working her jawline, sharp teeth nipping down to her collar.
Cassian’s got a style—he goes slow at first, always. Builds the tension until you want to punch him. He drags his lips down Jess’s shoulder, kissing every inch, and she writhes under him, her body humming at a different frequency now.
He looks up at me, eyes gone molten. “Come on, Eli. Tag team?”
I know what he means. I roll Jess onto her stomach, and Cassian lifts her so she’s kneeling, her ass in the air.
The visual is obscene—her back arched, hair wild, skin glowing with sweat.
Cassian spreads her legs, gentle but firm, and lowers his mouth to her pussy, tongue working slow circles until Jess is gasping again, knuckles white against the sheets.
I move behind, cupping her ass, squeezing the muscle there. She moans when I dig my fingers in. Cassian’s hands snake up to her waist, anchoring her, holding her open for him.
Her voice goes up an octave. “Please,” she says, “please, more—”
Cassian’s tongue flicks harder, faster, and I join in, one hand on her clit, the other working two fingers inside, curling them exactly how she likes. Jess bucks, almost tossing us both, but Cassian just laughs and tightens his grip.
“She’s insatiable,” he says, grinning up at me, chin glistening.
“Don’t let her hear you,” I say, but it’s too late—Jess grabs a pillow and hurls it at the back of my head. I duck, and Cassian loses it, laughing so hard he has to stop for a second.
But not for long. He’s back at it, more urgent now, and I feel Jess tightening around my fingers. She’s right at the edge, every muscle tensed, sweat rolling down her back.
Cassian looks at me. “You wanna finish her, or should I?”
“Both of us.” I just curl my fingers, press my palm up against her, and she detonates, shrieking into the sheets as her whole body spasms. Cassian rides out the wave, holding her steady while she shakes and sobs with the force of it.
She scrambles up his body, pushing down on his cock, and he groans like she’s killing him. I reach between them, lathering my cock with her juices. I ease my cock into her tight ass.
And oh, do I feel her tighten around me, a vice of heat and pressure that has my eyes rolling back. Cassian’s grip on her hips tightens as he controls her rhythm. Her scent is overwhelming, a sweet, musky perfume that has my mouth watering.
“Jess. Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” he growls.
“You feel that, Jess?” I murmur, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Feel how perfect you are for us?”
She shivers at my words, her body clenching around me, drawing a groan from deep within my chest.
Cassian thrusts harder and deeper, and I follow his lead.
She moans, a sound that goes straight to my cock, and I can feel her body tensing, her orgasm building again. Cassian meets my eyes over her shoulder, his gaze fierce and hungry. We’re both right there with her, ready to fall over the edge.
The tension in Cassian’s jaw, the tendons in his neck are straining as he holds back, waiting for the perfect moment to let go.
Her breath hitches, and I know she’s there, teetering on the precipice, ready to shatter again.
I can feel it too, the tingling at the base of my spine, the tightening in my balls, the overwhelming need for release.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with strain. “Let go for us.”
And she does. Her body convulses, squeezing me so tightly I see stars. Cassian roars, his grip punishing as he finds his own release, and I follow, pumping into her, riding out the waves of our shared orgasm.
We collapse in a sweaty, heaving tangle of limbs, her body sprawled across Cassian’s chest, me behind her, and my cock slides out of her ass.
My hand finds her hair, pushing the damp strands away from her face. Her eyes glazed and sated. A small smile plays on her lips, and it’s a punch in the gut, that smile. It’s trust and vulnerability, and something in me roars with the need to protect it.
Cassian’s hand comes up, cupping her cheek. His thumb brushes against her skin, and his eyes—they’re soft. It’s a look I rarely see on him, but it’s there now, stark and naked. “You good?”
“Yeah,” she says.
“Damn, Jess,” I say, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna kill us both.”
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, really smiling, for the first time tonight.
We sandwich her between us, breathing hard, chests rising and falling like we’re synchronized swimmers.