Chapter 18 #4
“There you go,” he murmurs, reaching up to swipe at the tears on my cheeks.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, Winnie. And your mouth is perfect, just like I thought.
You know what else I think, though?” His hands fall to my hips, and slowly he urges me to sit until I feel the brush of his length against my folds.
“Cass, wait, I’m—”
“I think what you need is repetition. To remind you of what your mouth is really meant for.” His words are a soft growl as he forces me down onto his length, rolling his hips upward so he can sink into my body in one smooth motion.
It’s so much that I can’t help burying my face against his shoulder, my entire body trembling as he just holds me there, as deep inside of me as he can go. “You’re so fucking big,” I whine against his shirt. “I’m never going to get used to—”
His hands on my hips urge me upward, and I have no choice but to let him control our movements as he fucks me, interrupting my words by crushing his lips to mine.
“Yes, you will,” he promises against my open mouth.
“All you need is more practice. I’ll fuck you every day, Winnie.
I’ll make sure I’m the only person you crave, and the only one who can make you feel good.
You’ll get used to my cock because I’ll make you want to beg for it. ”
He kisses me again, grip like iron as he fucks me, until I’m moaning into his mouth and writhing in his grip. My hands are on his shoulders, and without thinking, I tug on his shirt until he lets me yank it off of him, before I find his mouth again.
It hits me how fucking turned on I am just from him fucking my face. And how close I am now, with the drag of his cock as he continues to fuck me as thoroughly as humanly possible. I can feel him panting against me, making his own soft, needy noises as his movements become a little less controlled.
“Cass?” I whisper, pulling back and panting, hands braced against his chest.
He lifts a brow, not stopping, though his movements become a bit less rushed and a bit more fluid.
“I’m…” I don’t know why I need to say it right now. But I do. “I’m really glad you came back.”
Surprise flickers in his eyes, and he gazes up at me from under his lashes. When his hands freeze on my hips, the sharp sound of our breathing is the only thing I can hear in the room.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, finally starting to move again, though I can feel that he’s holding himself back; trying not to be rough just yet. “You sure you aren’t just—”
This time I’m the one to grip his hair, and I yank his face toward me so I can kiss him hard. He tastes like perfection, like everything I’ve always wanted in a relationship but never found.
He tastes like home, a home I’ve never found in Hayden Fields without him.
Without warning, Cass’s grip tightens, and in a surprisingly graceful motion he gets to his feet with me in his arms, just so he can slam me down on my back on the bed, causing me to gasp in delighted surprise.
He’s not far behind. In seconds, Cass is over me, yanking one of my legs up over his hip and burying himself inside me with a growl. “Fuck, Winnie. If you’re trying to convince me to let you leave…” he trails off with a groan, and I can feel how desperate his movements are. How frantic.
“You’re doing a really shitty job of it.
Come for me, come with me, sweetheart.” His fingers find my clit, stroking it harshly and driving me straight towards my release.
“There you go. Just let go. Let me feel your cunt squeeze around my cock when you come.” He keeps going, praise and encouragements falling from his lips as he fucks me and rubs my clit in a way that’s driving me crazy.
“Cassian!” I don’t get to finish the sentence. Whatever it might be. My spine arches, head thrown back against the bed as I nearly scream with appreciation at the pleasure rippling through my body as my orgasm hits.
But any other sounds are lost in his mouth as he kisses me, thrusting into me once more before he shudders and rolls his hips into mine with small, rocking movements while he comes.
“Next time,” I pant, while my head is spinning, but I’m still holding him against me with my arms thrown over his shoulders. “You’re taking off your fucking clothes. All of them. Or I’m putting mine back on.”
Cass chuckles and nuzzles against my throat, tugging me onto my side as he rolls onto his.
He keeps going, pulling me over him until my head is pillowed on his chest. “Next time you can have whatever you want,” he tells me.
“And just for my own sanity…your phone is in my nightstand. I’ll take you home once we have a plan, all right?
” His eyes glitter and he grins down at me.
“So you can stop planning on how you’ll strangle me in my sleep. ”
“I wasn’t going to strangle you in your sleep,” I argue, nipping lightly at his shoulder. “I was going to tie you up with your own bedsheets and ransack your apartment, obviously.”
His breath hitches as I bite down, and then Cass snorts. “Obviously,” he agrees, voice dry. “What was I thinking?”