Chapter 18 #3
My heart flutters at the realization, and when he finally lets go of my hair, I look down at where he’s stroking himself lightly, jeans and shirt still on. It only serves to make me feel more vulnerable, more….exposed when I’m the only one naked.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my neck and dragging me close to him until I’m on my knees between his thighs, one hand on his leg. “What’s wrong, hmm? You look a little intimidated right now. Surely it’s not because of me, is it?”
Of course it’s because of him.
“No, nope,” I deny, lying through my teeth. “Maybe it’s just my face. I’m not intimidated or—” He tugs me forward, shifting his grip back to my head.
“Stop talking, Winnie,” Cass says with a sigh. “And open that bratty little mouth for me. We’re going to find out just how good it is for the things that matter.”
I don’t really have much of a choice. Not exactly, when his cock slides against my lips, causing me to shudder with anticipation. I open my mouth just enough to feel the weight of him, enough to cautiously taste him with my tongue.
This time, it’s him shuddering with anticipation.
“Don’t tease,” he breathes, watching me with bright blue eyes. “Open your mouth for me. Actually open it. I’ll do all the work; all you need to do is open your mouth.”
“You’re—” His grip tightens, making me wince.
“I didn’t ask for an opinion,” Cass tells me sweetly. “You wanted to push me, so now you get to find out what that gets you. Open your mouth before I put you over my knee and spank you.”
God, that shouldn’t make heat rush between my thighs like it does.
But I’m definitely fucked up enough that I shouldn’t be shocked, I suppose.
This time, I open my mouth without protest, watching his face as much as I can as he pulls me forward, his cock sliding between my lips and sitting heavily on my tongue.
He’s so fucking big.
My jaw aches a little when I have to open my mouth wider to accommodate him, and I release a soft sound from between my lips when it does.
“Poor thing,” Cassian goads, though there’s no pity in his eyes. “Well, I say that, but I don’t really mean it. Not when you look so good on your knees for me. And by the way, Winnie…” His grip tightens in my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts slowly into my mouth, pushing himself deeper.
“In case you ever need more clarification on where your place is?” Fuck, he’s so big and still going. I shudder when I feel him brush the back of my throat, and thank the lord I’ve never had a gag reflex. Or this would be a lot less sexy.
“It’s right here.” With one last roll of his hips, my nose presses against his skin, a full body shudder going through me.
My jaw still aches, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need Tylenol after this.
“Right here. And I’ll prove it to you however many times it takes.
” He pulls my head back with his grip in my hair, until I can take a breath through my mouth, before thrusting into my mouth again, just as slowly and just as deeply.
By the fourth time, my eyes are watering. Breathing isn’t an issue, really, but keeping my jaw and throat relaxed is a feat given how he feels.
“Take a nice, deep breath for me, sweetheart.” His words are accompanied by his cock resting just on my lower lip. “Just breathe.”
“Cass—”
“You’re wasting your air,” he replies, chuckling. “I’ll forgive you this time. But you’d better breathe deeply for me. Otherwise you might not like this so much.”
My stomach twists with nervous anticipation. But I do what he says, breathing deeply through my nose and mouth.
“Good girl.” He adjusts his grip on my hair, his other hand coming up to trace my jaw. “I know you can be so good for me.”
His words send shudders through me, and I’m so focused on the feeling that it takes me a moment to realize he’s dragging my head down again. This time, he’s a little less slow. A little less accommodating, and my jaw is forced wide as he buries himself in my throat again.
“Fuck…” He sighs, keeping me there, not pulling back as he had before. “So perfect for me. Just for me.” He leans back on one hand and tugs on my hair, forcing me back before shoving me down once again, until he’s fucking my face in a consistent rhythm.
It’s a lot different from what he’d done before. Saliva pools in my mouth, but I can’t swallow. Almost immediately, breathing through my nose isn’t quite enough, and my lungs protest as he buries himself harshly in my throat, prompting me to whine in protest.
“I’m barely even doing anything, Winnie.
” Cass chuckles, rolling his hips upward the next time he drags my face down.
The movement causes my eyes to burn, and I feel tears sliding down my cheeks that I want to wipe away.
But I can’t. My hands are gripping his thighs, like anchor points for how he’s using my mouth for his pleasure.
It’s too much.
It’s hot as fuck.
It’s way too fucking much.
A few more thrusts have me writhing, saliva dribbling from my lips when he pulls back just to shove himself back into my mouth. My heart races, lungs protesting even louder, until I start seeing spots in my vision and my hands tremble against his thighs.
I need to—
All of a sudden he yanks me off of him, and before I can do more than suck in a breath, Cassian has me up and straddling him. My hands fly to his shoulders as I meet his bright gaze while I pant for air.