20. Cassidy
Chapter twenty
Cassidy
I busy myself tidying the kitchen while I wait for Tom to get back from Jack’s. This is it. I’m going to spend some time with him now. My hips wiggle with excitement. I had an amazing time with Jack last night and, this morning, I get to have fun with Tom. Who knows—I might have them both together by the end of the day. Jeepers, I must have done something amazing in a past life to deserve this one.
Tom is back quickly and I crook my finger, silently telling him to follow me to my little bathroom.
“My shower isn’t as fancy as Jack’s, but it should do the job,” I explain as he places the clothes he’s carrying in a neat pile on the counter before turning to face me. He shucks out of his jeans and work t-shirt and stands before me—only wearing boxers. I’m glad I’ll get to spend some time with him naked before he covers up his gorgeous body again.
I strip too, unable to ignore the heat of Tom’s gaze.
I always feel more serious vibes from Tom, whereas Jack usually feels like he’s ready for a laugh. I like how different they are.
“We washing this?” Tom’s hand comes up to touch my hair.
“Yeah, I guess so. It’s a pain, but I know it will feel good once it’s done.” Tom tugs on the hairband to release my messy bun. He grabs my hairbrush from the counter and spins me around, easing the brush through my hair. I enjoy the little tugs on my scalp as he brushes. I’m struck by how intimate this is. It’s not something I can remember anyone else doing before, other than a hairdresser. He must be happy that he’s got all the tangles out as he turns me back around. He puts the brush down back on the counter, pulling me closer to him. We kiss, his lips firm as they press against mine. His hands stroke down my back and I move my body, chasing his touch. His cock hardens between us, pressing against his underwear.
“Let’s get clean and then we can continue on with this?” he says huskily as he pulls back from the kiss. I say nothing but give him an agreeable nod. He reaches past me to flick the shower on, testing the temperature before stepping out of his boxer shorts. I lick my lips, thinking how good it would be to sink to my knees and suck him off.
“Shower first, Cassidy.” His voice is bossy and controlled.
“Fine.” I flounce into the shower and let my head fall back as the hot water pounds my body. It’s glorious. I don’t always remember how a shower can make me feel brand new.
“Have you been taking brat lessons from Jack, baby girl?” he asks as he steps in behind me.
“Perhaps he’s been rubbing off on me.” I sigh.
“Baby, he’s definitely been rubbing off on you for a while now.” I giggle. He’s the more serious of the pair, but his sense of humour is wicked and I love it.
I reach for the shampoo, but Tom brushes my hands away and takes the bottle. He pours a healthy amount into his hand, rubbing it into the other one before lifting both to my head. He works the shampoo through my hair from root to tip, giving me the most incredible head massage I’ve ever had. My eyes are closed, my nipples peaking. If he carries this on for much longer, I’ll be close to an orgasm and he’s only touching my head. The man has magical hands.
Once he’s washed and rinsed my hair, he applies conditioner to the ends, leaving that in while he uses my shower gel and his hands to wash my body. He caresses every inch of my skin. The bubbles make his hands slick, and they glide up and over my curves with ease. I’m already on edge. He pulls the shower head down, aiming it all over me to wash away the suds before rinsing out the conditioner.
“Your turn,” I tell him, not realising how husky my voice is until I speak. We switch positions so he’s under the spray and he wets his hair, leaning his head back into the spray. Droplets of water cling to his face as he watches me through half-closed eyelids. He’s the picture of a male book cover model right now. How did I get so lucky?
“You okay with my apple scented shampoo?” I ask with a grin, and he nods. I squeeze a dollop on my hand and rub it into his hair. I’m not convinced I do as good a job as he did, but he seems to like my attempt at a reciprocal head massage, given the groan he makes and his cock brushing against my belly.
Once he rinses off his hair, I spin him around, facing away from me. I squirt shower gel onto my palm and rub it across his shoulder blades. It bubbles under the water and I take my time, soaping up his back, sides and arms before running my hands over his bum. He clenches, making me giggle.
I work my way down his legs and over the top of his feet. I’m on my knees when I ask him to turn him around to face me, which puts my face level with his erection. My tongue pokes out to lick my lips as I look at it.
“Mac, you’re looking at me like you want to devour me.” He rubs a thumb across my cheek. I look up and the spray from the shower bounces off him, misting over me. “As wonderful as you look on your knees, that doesn’t look very comfortable. Let’s take this somewhere you can cushion your knees.”
If I wasn’t on my knees, I swear they would buckle from his low tone and the sexual intent gleaming in his eyes. He helps me get up and I soap his front. I get carried away, using the soapy suds to fist his cock. I feel a sense of achievement when he thrusts into my hand.
“Naughty girl,” he moans before reaching behind to grab the shower head and rinse off.
He switches the shower off and pushes the shower curtain to one side so he can step out, grabbing a big fluffy towel from the hook on the bathroom door and holding it out for me. I carefully step out of the bath and he wraps me in a bear hug with the towel around me.
“Hmm, that feels lovely. There’s a towel there you can use.” I point to the shelving unit that holds toilet rolls and spare towels. He grabs one, wrapping it around his hips. And he uses another to give my hair a gentle rub dry. I feel pampered. There’s something about Tom that makes me feel cherished.
I pat my body dry, then wrap the towel I’ve been using around his shoulders. He looks at me with a hint of surprise as I tug his towel at his waist and drop it to the floor. I follow it and use it as a cushion for my knees. “I have a cushion now.” I try to look angelic as I look up at him.
He chuckles as he looks down at me. “Then, by all means, go ahead.”
I grip his erection at the root, sucking the tip into my mouth and moan at the taste of salty pre-cum waiting for me. I work my mouth over him, caressing him with my tongue while inviting him to control my movements by lifting his hand to the back of my head. He raises an eyebrow at that action before holding my head tight and feeding more of his long cock into my mouth. I flash my eyes at him, trying to show him the delight I feel when he takes charge.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, Mac?”
I moan in agreement around his cock.
“Then hold tight.”
Both of his hands cup the back of my head as he saws his cock in and out of my lips. With each thrust, he goes deeper, and it’s not long before his cock is hitting the back of my throat. I moan around him as wetness floods between my legs. Why is this such a turn on? He brushes my hair back from my face with one hand and pauses his thrusts.
“Trust me?”
I nod around his erection, filling my mouth.
“Then let’s take this through to your bed. I have an idea.” He helps me from the floor, taking a moment to hang the towels up before guiding me through to the bedroom.
“You’re going to sit on my face and I’m going to eat your pussy while you suck on my cock.”
He lays down and guides me to straddle his head so I’m facing his toes. It feels a little awkward getting in place, but Tom gives a clear moan of approval as my wet pussy hovers above his face.
“Come closer, Cassidy.” He grips my buttocks, tugging me down, so I’m seated on his face. I gasp as his mouth makes contact with my pussy.
“I’m going to squash you,” I declare, worried about how he will breathe. He pulls away with a husky laugh.
“Baby, you’re not going to squash me, you’re going to suck me.” He places a hand on my back, easing me forward until my head meets his crotch. His cock bobs as I get nearer, as if it’s waving an enthusiastic hello.
I squirm a little to get the position lined up, bracing myself on a forearm before fisting his cock and feeding it into my mouth. As I suck him, he groans. I feel every single vibration through my cunt. Fuck, that feels good. When I moan in return, he shifts his hips, trying to thrust his dick deeper into my mouth.
I become lost in sensation, unsure where he finishes and I start. He switches his attention between my clit where he rubs his tongue in circles that send me wild and thrusts his tongue inside me. I double my efforts with his cock, relaxing enough to take him nice and deep. His cock hits the back of my throat.
We each hum and moan as my orgasm builds all the way from my toes. It’s impossible to concentrate on his pleasure while his mouth is driving me wild. I’m able to hold his cock deep in my throat and move slightly to give him some friction.
I tremble all over and couldn’t quieten my moans if someone paid me to. I grind shamelessly on his face, my need for release curling round my core. The orgasm washes over me, my pussy dripping all over him. That seems to set him off—he repeatedly thrusts, pushing my deep-throating skills to the limit before the warm release of his salty cum pours from him.
I am completely done. I don’t even know how to move right now. A groan rumbles from him as I ease my mouth from his cock. I kiss the tip before using my hands to push myself up on my knees so I’m on all fours. I look down between my legs, watching as Tom reaches up to give my clit a final kiss.
“Good girl. You take it so well.”
If I hadn’t just come all over his face, that would be the thing that would set me off. This man is dangerous.
He helps me turn around before I collapse beside him. He reaches out an arm, tugging me into his side, kissing my forehead as he does. His chin is glistening with my juices.
“I’m sorry I made a mess of your face.” I blush, biting my lip.
“Cassidy, I love making you come. You making a mess of my face shows me I did a good job.” He adds another kiss to my forehead.
As he pulls away, someone bangs on the door. We look at each other and I sigh as I get up. So much for chilling out after my orgasm and the best 69 of my life. I put on a robe I keep on the hook on the bedroom door and make my way to the front door.
A look through the peephole confirms my assumption. I swing the door open with a sated smile on my face. Jack stands facing me, his hair sticking up in all different directions as if he’s been pulling it with his fingers.