Chapter 12
12
H e waited while Cassie retrieved her shoes. Even the pain when she slid her feet back into them couldn’t kill the mood, or the insistent throb between her legs at the warmth of his hand at the small of her back, through the black satin, as he guided her out of the marquee.
There was a small set of stone steps that led up to a terrace. Through huge open doors was a room made entirely of glass, the hotel restaurant, where people were clustered around the bar.
‘There’s a door at the other end so we can avoid the crowd,’ the man said, steering Cassie along the path that ran parallel to the terrace.
‘Why are we avoiding the crowd?’ Cassie asked as it occurred to her that she hadn’t spoken to Lucy or Russell all night. At the very least, she should thank them.
‘Because I want you all to myself,’ he said, stopping, so Cassie stopped too. They were almost in darkness as he backed Cassie up against the stone wall, then pressed his lips against her shoulder again, his tongue darting out to taste her. ‘Now, your room or mine?’
Cassie had never done this. Because she was about to do this . To make love to a man she’d only just met.
She couldn’t have put a halt to it even if she’d wanted to – and she didn’t want to. If he could make her feel like this, every inch of her flesh quivering in anticipation, even though he hadn’t even kissed her, then she could only dream of how good it would be in …
‘My room.’ She was about to be reckless and though he was a guest and he knew Russell’s parents, still, it was probably better to go back to her room. That seemed like the sensible thing to do.
‘And what room is that?’
She fumbled in her tiny clutch bag for the room key. ‘417. Top floor.’
There was a flash of even white teeth as he grinned. ‘The top floor? They put you in the servants’ quarters? Well, that’s a travesty.’
‘It’s a really nice room,’ Cassie protested, as he took her hand and gently pulled her through a side door which opened onto a long corridor. To their left was a busy kitchen, the sound of laughter, the clink of plates and glasses.
It was the nicest room she’d ever stayed in. Also, it was costing her just shy of two hundred and fifty quid, nearly a week’s wages, so Cassie was determined to love every centimetre of its pretty flower-sprigged wallpaper, its sloping ceilings, the big bed plump with pillows. It even had an ensuite bathroom.
‘I like any room that has you in it,’ he said in that voice that made Cassie almost take leave of her senses. They were hurrying down the corridor, her heels clicking over the parquet. ‘We’ll take the back stairs.’
‘You have an accent?’ Cassie asked.
‘Barely. I’m half French,’ he said as he opened another door to a narrow flight of stairs.
Cassie didn’t know what she’d done to attract this handsome, sophisticated man who was half French. It kept getting better and better.
‘Say something in French,’ she said as they began the long climb up to the fourth floor.
‘ J’ai hate de te baiser ,’ he purred. Cassie wanted to melt into a puddle. She’d done German as her language option, which had never once made her limbs turn liquid. ‘ Peut-être que je vais te faire me sucer d’abord .’
‘What does that mean?’
‘I’m just saying how beautiful you are. Let’s save our breath now for when we’re kissing,’ he said, which Cassie was relieved about, because climbing these stairs in these heels …
She was out of breath by the time they reached the top floor. Maybe it had nothing to do with all those steps and everything to do with the way he pressed himself against Cassie as she tried to fit the key into the lock. He lifted the hair that had escaped from her beehive to sear kisses along the back of her neck.
Cassie finally managed to turn the stiff key and almost fell into the room as the door opened. His arm around her waist saved her.
‘So eager,’ he said, closing the door behind him, then pushing Cassie up against it. The wood hard behind her, him hard in front of her, as he took her hands to gently pin them above her head.
The room was in darkness and a part of Cassie couldn’t believe that she was doing this. She wasn’t that kind of girl, but when he ground his hips into her, she made a noise in the back of her throat that wasn’t a moan of protest. It was far needier than that.
It made him smile in the shadowy light.
‘What’s your name?’ Cassie asked, her voice giddy.
He let go of one of her hands and smiled again, when she kept her arms raised. Then he put a finger on her lips. ‘ Pas des noms. Juste un homme et une femme .’
He kissed away Cassie’s swoony little sigh, his lips demanding, determined, and Cassie obediently opened her mouth so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue licking into her.
She couldn’t say how long they kissed for but when he pulled away, the tight skirt of her dress was practically up to her hips and he had one hand tangled in her hair, the other cupping her arse.
‘Do you want to show me what else you can do with that mouth?’ he asked huskily, one hand now on her shoulder to press down in a gesture that Cassie would have to be an idiot not to understand.
He stepped back and she toed off her shoes and sank to her knees and looked up at him. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness now but she heard rather than saw him undo his belt. The clink of the buckle, the swish of the leather …
‘You can do the rest,’ he assured her in that dark, treacly voice that Cassie couldn’t resist. ‘Take me out.’
She hadn’t done this a lot. Didn’t really like to, if she was being honest. Not that she’d been honest about it with Bod or the other two boyfriends she’d slept with who’d demanded blow jobs as standard and had never once returned the favour.
But this man, this sexy sophisticated man, clearly thought that Cassie was sexy and sophisticated too. The kind of woman who loved the illicit thrill of meeting a stranger, no names, then undoing his trousers with hands that shook ever so slightly.
Cassie rose up on her knees to pull down the waistband of his boxer trunks and his cock sprang free to meet her. He was fully hard and he gripped the base of his shaft to nudge the head against Cassie’s cheek.
Her tongue darted out to touch the tip and he hummed in approval.
Encouraged, Cassie licked a path down the underside of his dick, along the vein that was throbbing there … she’d read about this last month in Cosmopolitan , one of those ‘20 Ways to Drive Your Man Wild in Bed’ articles. She never thought she’d be putting it into practice.
But here she was, her hands on his hips as she took him into her mouth.
‘That’s it. You can take me deeper than that.’
Cassie’s eyes were already watering but she tried to relax her throat.
‘Such a good girl. Tu es si belle avec ma bite dans ta bouche .’
His hands were in Cassie’s hair, keeping her head still as he pressed further forward and she was trying to suck him, to take him deep, but then he went in too far and she gagged and had to wrench herself free.
‘Oh God, I’m so sorry!’ She had a trail of spit hanging from her mouth, which she wiped away with the back of her hand. ‘I could try again.’
‘You could,’ he agreed. ‘You were doing so well.’
This time Cassie gripped the base of his cock so she could control the depth and with a lot of enthusiasm but not much finesse she licked and sucked for all she was worth. She hoped he wasn’t going to come in her mouth because she really didn’t like that but when his cock pulsed and she thought it was game over, he jerked away from her.
‘Do you not want …’ She gestured at his dick, which seemed harder and bigger than before. Cassie wasn’t even sure how she’d managed to get so much of it in her mouth. ‘I mean, I could …’
‘You could,’ he agreed again. ‘But I can’t have you doing all the work.’
He helped her to her feet; her thigh muscles were trembling from holding her up on her knees for so long. Once Cassie was standing, he turned her round so he could unzip the back of her dress and slide his hands under the satin to cup her breasts and nuzzle her neck.
Cassie bucked against him as he took her nipples between finger and thumb and applied pressure gently, then not so gently when her head fell back on his shoulder, and she gasped.
‘I don’t know where to start,’ he murmured into her skin. ‘I want my mouth on your tits.’
‘I’d like that too,’ Cassie whimpered, but his hands had already left her breasts to slide down the black satin, the skirt still rucked up so in an instant he was stroking along her inner thighs.
His fingers creeping higher and higher up her legs, his touch warm, her skin even hotter still.
‘I bet you’re wet for me,’ he whispered, biting down on the plumpness of Cassie’s earlobe as his fingers slipped under the seam of her knickers and separated her folds. ‘You are, aren’t you?’
It was a rhetorical question. Cassie had never felt so soaked, so swollen, and as his thumb brushed over her clit again and again, a finger twisting inside her, if he hadn’t been holding her up, she thought her legs might give away.
‘Oh God,’ she yelped, though she’d never been much of a talker before. ‘If you keep doing that, then I’m going to come.’
He stopped doing that immediately. ‘I’d much rather you come on my cock,’ he said, pushing her forward towards the bed until Cassie felt the edge of the mattress against her thighs and she put her arms out to brace herself.
He kept one hand between her legs to stroke her clit and the other hand was somewhere else. Cassie heard him swear softly, then the crinkle and tear of foil and a faint squelch, which made her giggle, as he rolled the condom on.
She hadn’t even thought to say something about protection and then she wasn’t thinking of anything, because he was nudging her foot so she spread her thighs wider, still steadily working her clit.
‘Stick your arse out, darling,’ he said. That shouldn’t have been sexy but it was; then he lined his cock up and was in her with one quick but firm thrust, which surprised a squeak out of Cassie. ‘That’s my good girl.’
Cassie hadn’t realised that it was going to happen like this. If she’d been able to think at all, she’d have expected him to undress her, kiss her some more then lay her down on the bed. Him on top of her. They’d do it like that because that was the way she’d always done it.
Missionary position, her eyes tight shut, because she never liked to see her boyfriends’ faces during sex; they looked so ugly, so scrunched up, like they were in pain. Cassie would put her arms around them like she really loved them and try to squeeze them with her muscles so they’d think she was enjoying herself, but really she just wanted it to be over. It didn’t hurt, but it never felt that great either.
So she’d never expected this . Someone, a man whose name she didn’t even know, one hand in her hair, to gently pull her head back, the other hand tight on her hip as he drove into her again and again.
‘ T’es si bonne. Ma petite salope .’
It didn’t feel like making love. It didn’t even feel like they were having sex. They were fucking, and fucking shouldn’t feel this good. Even when he pulled her hair hard enough that she moaned in protest. Though it didn’t sound like a protest and if he’d just touch her clit again, then Cassie was sure that she would …
‘I’m coming,’ he groaned and he drove into her even harder and she could feel him spilling into the condom as her arms gave way and she collapsed face down on the bed, him draped over her, still inside her.
Then he pulled his softening cock out of her, levered himself off her and walked across the room and into the bathroom. Cassie pushed herself up to standing. She was wearing her dress like a belt. The satin was completely crushed, Grace was going to kill her.
She pulled up her knickers, which were around her knees, tugged the bodice of the dress up, then tugged the skirt of the dress down.
Now it all felt so sordid.
Cassie sat on the edge of the bed, everything still in darkness, until he walked back into the room.
She didn’t know what to say, what the correct etiquette was. Should they exchange numbers? Did he want to see her again? Did she want to see him again?
‘That was amazing,’ he said, sitting down next to her on the bed. ‘Sorry it was rather quick, but you felt so good, I got carried away.’
‘It’s OK,’ Cassie muttered, holding herself back as he reached across her, his arm brushing her breasts, which still felt extraordinarily sensitive, to turn on the bedside lamp. ‘No, I thought we were doing lights off.’
She turned her head because fucking someone she didn’t know was one thing but having to look at him afterwards was something else entirely.
‘You didn’t come,’ he said matter-of-factly, his hand on her chin to turn her face back to him. She hadn’t imagined it. He really was that beautiful. Which made her feel even more awkward as her cheeks burned at his statement.
‘No, I did,’ she said quickly because that was what she always said. ‘Of course I did.’
‘Sweetheart, I’ve just been inside you. I could feel everything …’ He was wearing that half-smile, although now it wasn’t turning Cassie on. She tried to look away but he still had his hand on her chin.
‘Yeah, I do remember.’ She wanted to sound nonchalant but she knew that she couldn’t pull it off.
‘Look, I don’t mind that you didn’t come.’ He shrugged, which made him seem more than just half French. ‘But it doesn’t feel fair. So, we’re going to do it again and this time, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you.’
‘You don’t have to do that,’ Cassie said, succeeding in freeing herself so she could shake her head. ‘I don’t. I’ve never. It’s cool.’
‘Has anyone even gone down on you before?’ he asked, leaning back on his elbows, every inch of him at ease with himself, with the situation, while Cassie would have loved it if a gateway to another dimension suddenly bore a hole into the fancy mattress and swallowed her whole.
‘Have they?’
‘No,’ she said sullenly.
‘Well, it’s your lucky day, darling, because I love dining out.’
‘I’m fine without you having to do … that,’ Cassie said and he laughed.
‘God, you’re so English. So buttoned up. Even when you’re unzipped.’
Cassie hadn’t been able to zip herself back up and when he ran the tip of his finger down her spine, she couldn’t help but shiver.
‘You really don’t have to,’ she said, as his hands delved into her hair to demolish what was left of her updo. He gently disentangled her Bumpit.
‘What the fuck is this?’ he asked, giving it a curious look and throwing it over his shoulder, which made Cassie giggle, then wish she hadn’t.
‘I don’t expect you to, you know …’ She gestured vaguely at her lap.
‘I know you don’t, but I want to.’ He grinned as he stood up, then pulled Cassie, unresisting though still not entirely onboard, to her feet. ‘It’s my good deed for the day. Let’s get you naked then you’re going to sit on my face.’
‘Oh no, I definitely don’t want to do that,’ Cassie insisted.
Ten minutes later, she was somehow naked and spread out on the bed like an all-you-can-eat buffet with his head between her legs, his mouth sucking on her clit like he hadn’t eaten in days.
She came with a series of moans, which increased in volume, her hips lifting off the bed until he pushed her down with a firm hand.
Then some time after that, once Cassie had begged him to fuck her again, he made her straddle him and ‘take my dick and slide it into that pretty little cunt of yours’.
She hadn’t done that before either. And though she’d been called a cunt a couple of times by angry men when she’d refused their advances, no one had ever called her pussy that. He made it sound like an endearment. So Cassie did what she was told, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she slowly lowered herself onto his hard, condom-covered cock. Holding her breath until she couldn’t go any further. She leaned forward and gasped as she felt him bump a delicious, maddening spot inside of her and her clit grazed against the coarse hair at the base of his dick.
‘God, that feels good …’ She let out a shuddering breath and raised her head to see him staring at her with heavy-lidded eyes, glittering green, his tongue snaking out to wet his lips.
She raised herself slowly, then sank back down again and flung her head back as her whole world narrowed down to his cock in her … cunt.
‘You look so fucking sexy like that,’ he said unsteadily. ‘Go on, again. Do it again.’
Cassie rose and fell, again and again, faster, until she’d lost all rhythm, chasing her orgasm which was just out of reach until he slipped his hand down to rub his finger right there, where his cock was driving into her. Then he pinched her clit hard, let Cassie grind against him, her hand on his chest, right over his heart as she fell for the last time.
Afterwards, she cuddled into him and he stroked her hair and stole lazy little kisses, until he slapped her gently on the arse.
‘I’m parched,’ he said. ‘Have you got any water?’
Cassie was thirsty too. Thirsty was an understatement.
‘Bathroom,’ she said.
‘Be a love.’ He kissed the tip of her nose. ‘I can’t move. You’ve shagged me senseless.’
‘I think it was the other way round,’ she grumbled with a smile. But she got out of bed and although, despite everything, she was embarrassed to walk naked across the room, she managed it.
He probably didn’t think that she was quite as sophisticated as she’d let him believe, but she was still the sort of girl who could be blasé about her nakedness as she fetched a drink for her lover .
Once she was in the bathroom with the door closed, Cassie ran the tap while she had a wee ( Cosmopolitan magazine was also evangelical about peeing after sex to ward off UTIs), brushed her teeth and then, with a towel around her, emerged with a toothbrush tumbler full of water and a bright smile.
‘One glass of fresh tap water coming up!’
But she was talking to thin air.
The rumpled bed was empty and he had gone.