12. Cassy #3
His lips part mine, and it’s not gentle anymore, it’s heat and want and weeks of something we didn’t say, crashing all at once. The kiss deepens, growing hotter by the second.
I pull his hair at the back, dragging him closer, feeling the intensity build. Blake's grip tightens around my waist, pulling me up as he stands. Our embrace tightens until there's no space left between us.
As I tilt my head back, he grazes his teeth down my neck, then licks against my skin, sending absolute quivers to my core.
Now feeling flushed, the heat between my legs feels damp and slowly resonates with a dull pulse, turning me on more and more.
My hands fumble with his tie, somehow managing to unknot it as our tongues clash, each movement more desperate than the last.
His fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress, slowly pulling it down as I work on his shirt buttons, one by one, revealing more of him.
The kiss turns mad, and our teeth and tongues go wild as he shrugs off his jacket and pulls my dress down over my shoulders. I shimmy out of it, the fabric hitting the grass as he somehow gets out of his shirt.
His lips find the nape of my neck, and he undoes my bra with a flick of his fingers.
“Oh, Blake,” I breathe as my hands tremble, grasping the cold metal buckle of his belt, desperately trying to get it undone.
He kicks off his shoes, his breath hot against my skin. In one fell swoop, I fling my bra off, launching it somewhere, anywhere, as he leans down to kiss circles around my chest, his touch sending waves of heat through me.
“Jesus Christ, Cassy, you have no idea how much I want you.”
“Oh, I think I do,” I smirk as I undo the button on his pants, then the zipper.
He kicks them off, kisses my nipple, and turns me so my back is against the table. I lie back, the starry night filling my vision, and accidentally knock a plate off, which goes crashing to the ground.
The sound of shattering porcelain cracks the air, but neither of us cares. His hands and lips are on me, and the world around us just disappears into a blur.
“Uhh, uhh,” my breath quickens as I feel the cool breeze blow across my naked breasts. Blake's lips hover down my tummy, making me squirm on the table.
His mouth moves lower and lower, and I scrunch my fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingers.
He takes the top of my panties between his teeth and pulls them down slowly, teasingly. The sensation shoots shivering pins right through me as he slides them over my thighs and the rest of the way down with his fingers and off over my heels, which I quickly kick off.
“Damn, what are you doing to me?” I moan, the words escaping in a breathless whisper. A dizzy feeling runs through me as he kisses just above my mound, his breath hot against my skin.
“Blake, Blake,” I breathe, my voice barely audible.
He moves lower, his tongue brushing against my thigh, sending waves of pleasure through me.
I slowly and sensually open my legs, rummaging my fingers through his golden locks.
That's when I feel his hot breath, as I part them further, and he opens my lips, kissing them.
“Fuck, yes, YES...” I grip his hair tighter, feeling his tongue glide over my clit. The sensation is something way beyond simple sexual pleasure, a rush that consumes my entire being.
“Oh, shit...” The feeling intensifies as I squeeze my eyes shut and push his head further into me, losing myself in the moment. As his tongue flicks my button and the inevitability of my climax starts to build, I moan.
One of his fingers skims over my opening, and then he slides it in, making me shake with anticipation. I'm getting closer and closer as he works it in and out while sucking my clit.
“Yes, YE-E-ESSS...” My orgasm hits me like a dizzying suspension full of icicles, the pleasure so intense it's almost unbearable. He carries on, and another wave lifts me, leaving me frantically shaking in ecstasy.
Catching my breath and slowly floating back to reality, I sit up, grip his shoulders, and lean over him, breathing hot air down his back.
I shove him backward, and as he gets to his feet, I drop to my knees, my face in line with his erection beneath his boxers. My fingers brush over it, then I grip the fabric.
Looking up at him with teasing eyes, I say, “Mitchell, I'm going suck your cock now and I want you to fill my mouth with your cum.”
Pulling down his boxers, I just stare as his cock springs out in front of my face. I blow on it while wrapping my fingers around the shaft, examining it.
It's thick and hard, the skin smooth and taut, with veins pulsing along the length. I cup his ballbag, giving the head an occasional kiss.
“Ohh,” he moans as I start running my fingers up and down. I'm fixated on a pearl of pre-cum seeping out the top, and suck off the stickiness, rubbing my closed lips over his head, feeling the texture as he tenses. “Umm...”
I kiss it, caressing it against my face and cheek, the softness of his skin against mine feeling so damn good. Looking up, I see him smiling down at me, his eyes filled with desire. I begin to lick, to make out with it, my tongue exploring every inch.
My lips part and stretch, my mouth opening in a silent howl as I guide it in and start sucking.
Jesus Christ, he's so big , I have to concentrate on not gagging as my head bobs back and forth. I stroke with my fingers at the same time, concentrating on the feeling. It's intoxicating, making my pussy throb and such a fucking turn-on.
He puts his strong hands on my head, pulling me up and down, his breathing getting out of control. “Cass, Cass,” he groans, as I suck him off.
Then, he moans, “Fu-u-uck...” as his body tenses, and oh, my God, without warning, he spills, unloading his thick, warm cream in my mouth. So much cum is pumping that some dribbles between my lips, and I pull his cock out, gazing as more oozes out the end.
Gently I rub his wet dick on my nipple, and he leans down, picking me up, making my legs straddle around him.
Our lips meet. It’s all teeth, saliva, and tongues exploring with hunger, need, and fire.
He carries me across the backyard, through the sliding doors, until we enter the living room, and Blake backs me up against the wall, biting my neck with a primal intensity.
The sensation of his warm breath against my skin sparks a rush of exhilaration, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
His erection brushes my pussy so naturally, and the sensation shimmies tremors of euphoria through me. “Fuck me, please, just fuck me.” My voice is hoarse with desire.
He licks behind my ear, whispering, “I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do more.”
My eyes close, and then suddenly open, staring at him with real helplessness. “Uhhh...” I moan as he pushes my leg aside and sinks deep into me.
Holding my legs, Blake slowly grinds himself in and out, ever so slowly at first. His tongue sweeps my mouth again, and my hips undulate, demanding more, craving the fullness of him.
My hands grip his buttocks, my nails digging, feeling the strong muscles beneath his skin tense and relax with each movement. The sensation builds momentum, each thrust more intense than the last.
“Ohh, fuck... Cassy...” His growl reverberates against my chest as he gives me everything he’s got.
I arch, forcing him to speed up to a faster pace. His hand clenches my thigh, and he moves harder, deeper, shafting me in long, fast strokes. We're moving like mad now, my back slamming against the wall.
Every second, my orgasm builds. Fast and hard. “FU-U-UCK ME. Yes, yes... OOHHH...” I scream as my peak lashes into me. Lightning flashes through my veins, one wave after another, and another.
My eyes are shut, and I feel his body tense as he lets out a big roar, and his motion stops, his body jolting with every spill of his sperm.
Exhausted and spent, my skin’s hot and damp from the exertion of my orgasm as he breathlessly kisses me, smiling, and carries me over to the sofa, and lays me down.
He lies next to me, our bodies still entwined, our breath slowly returning to normal.
There’s a strange kind of peace that comes after chaos, the wild, desperate kind that leaves you dizzy and marked and way too aware of every inch of your body.
His arm curls around my waist like he’s afraid I’ll slip away, and my fingers, entirely of their own accord, start drawing lazy, mindless circles on his chest.
“Mm,” I murmur, not even trying to move. “Well, Mitchell. You’re no good at cooking lasagna, but damn...you’re good at making love.”
His laugh rumbles under my cheek.
I tilt my head and look up at him. “Did you mean it?”
He blinks. “Mean what?”
I arch a brow. “The giant sky-written declaration of idiocy you had trailing behind that ridiculous plane.”
He grins. “It was a banner.”
“Semantics.”
He lets out a breath and pulls me in tighter, pressing his lips to the top of my head before murmuring against my hair, “Yes. Every word. Damn, Cassy. I do. I’m hook, line, and sinker in love with you.”
My throat tightens, stupidly. I bite the inside of my lip, mostly to keep it together. Because I want to smirk, throw some sarcastic remark back at him, but I also want to curl into him like I’ve finally stopped running.
I tip my face up and kiss him. It starts soft. But we don't seem to be any good at soft, not for long anyway.
His fingers find the edge of my jaw and guide me in closer. My hand slides to the back of his neck. His mouth opens under mine, and just like that, we’re tumbling again.
Heat coils low in my stomach. His palm drifts to my hip. I slide my leg over his, drawing him in.
No lasagna. No bets. No father. No ex.