Chapter 3 #2
“Christ,” I hiss as she opens her mouth wide and sucks me in. Her tongue is warm and makes the sweetest cushion for the head of my cock. She pulls me in deep, and I look down, expecting to see her eyes watering.
Instead, she draws back and grins up at me. “I was hoping you’d be like this.”
“Like what?”
She licks her lips, and I see her start to hesitate again. It’s clear she’s not used to talking dirty, to describing in explicit detail what she wants from a lover.
But it’s also clear Cassie is a fast learner. Her eyes flash as she looks up at me. “I hoped you’d have a huge—”
She grins, trusting her expression will fill in the blank. But I want to hear her say the word. It’s not for my ego. It’s for the thrill of watching her bust out of her quiet, studious-girl mold.
“A huge what, Cassie?”
Her cheeks pinken, and for a moment, I think she won’t say it. Then her gaze drops to the object that’s right in front of her. She runs the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, then meets my eyes again.
“I was hoping you’d have a huge cock.”
Good God. I don’t know if it’s the words themselves that turn me on or the fact that it’s her saying them.
I don’t have a chance to respond, because she’s sucking me in again, taking me all the way back into her throat.
One hand slips between my legs to tickle my balls with fingertips blessedly devoid of sharp girl-claws.
I close my eyes and enjoy the ride, moaning when she sucks harder, then releases me, then does it again.
When a prickly sensation creeps across the back of my neck, I open my eyes. If I’m not careful, she’s going to bring this to a hastier conclusion than either of us wants. Either she senses it, or she’s ready to move on to the next act, because she draws back half a second before I tell her to stop.
“Just wanted to make sure you’re ready,” she says, teasing me with my own words. She reaches for the condom and tears it open. I expect her to put it on with the same bravado she just used to suck my cock, but she seems unsure for a second.
I reach for her hands and help pinch the tip while she rolls it on. “Teamwork,” I say, which makes her giggle.
But she stops laughing when I reach for her again.
Grabbing her waist, I roll her onto her back. I ease myself onto the sheets beside her, cupping her breast like I’ve done it a million times before.
“How do you want it?” I peer into her eyes. “This is your fantasy. How did you picture it?”
She looks a little sheepish as she moves her hand down the side of my body. “Lots of ways, actually.”
“What was your favorite?” I put my mouth close to her ear, wanting to feel her squirm as I talk dirty. “Did you picture someone pinning you on your back and fucking you hard while you wrapped your legs around his back? Or maybe you wanted to climb on top and ride his cock until you came?”
It feels weird talking this way, like I’m speaking about myself in third person. But Cassie’s too worked up to notice. She’s squirming and writhing beside me like she’s aching to have me buried inside her.
That makes two of us.
“Actually,” she says, her breath grazing my shoulder, “I pictured it from behind.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. But that’s not what I want anymore. I changed my mind.”
“A woman’s prerogative.” I brush her hair back from her face, dying to ask what prompted the switch. But I’m also dying to be inside her, and the quickest way to get there involves less talking. “So how do you want it?”
“I want you on top of me,” she says. “I want to see those big arms on either side of my shoulders and feel your chest pressing into me while you pin me down and fuck me hard.”
Her words send a jolt of fire through me, and I realize this is what I want, too. I can’t believe she’s turning out to be like this in the sack. She was adorable in the shop, then shy on her couch. But the way she’s talking now shows me a whole different version of Cassie.
I like this version a lot.
I push her back onto the bed and ease myself down on top of her.
Her legs fall open wider, and I slip between them.
I hover like that for a moment, nudging her wetness with the head of my cock.
She arches up to meet me, and we stay frozen like that for a few heartbeats.
I move my cock a fraction of an inch, almost inside her now.
Her head lolls back and I see her eyes begin to close, but I touch the side of her face.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
Her eyes flutter open, and I get lost in them for just a second. What was I going to say?
Oh, yeah. “I want to watch your face as I slide inside you. I’m going to do it nice and slow, and I want you to keep your eyes open the whole time.”
She nods, but doesn’t ask questions. It seems she’s game for anything. Judging from her list, maybe that’s true.
I ease myself back down, nestling the head of my cock into her slick folds. How does that saying go?
Just the tip.
That’s it, and she seems to love it. Her hands clutch at my back, trying to draw me deeper, but I’m determined to take my time. I pull back just a little, hesitating there long enough to watch her forehead crease with urgency.
“Please,” she murmurs, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I slide deeper this time, slipping the head of my cock all the way inside her. She arches up to meet me, legs twining around the backs of my thighs. Again, she tries to pull me deeper.
This time I let her. Two inches this time, give or take.
“Keep your eyes open,” I urge, holding myself steady. “I want to watch as I slide all the way inside you.”
“Okay,” she whispers, and I get the sense she’d agree to damn near anything at this point.
I draw back, taking my time, hesitating right there with the head of my cock at her opening.
“Do it!” she gasps.
This time, I comply.
I drive in deep, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, and for a second I think I’ve hurt her. But her ankles are locked tight behind my thighs and she’s thrusting her pelvis up to take me in. Her eyes are wide and liquid, and I lean down to kiss the column of her throat so she arches up.
She smells sweet—like honey and cloves—and her dark hair curls around the edges of her ears.
I start to move with a steadier rhythm then, thrusting slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. She doesn’t lie passively beneath me.
She fucks back, reaching up to grab the slats of the headboard for leverage.
It looks like it’s made out of some sort of recycled barn wood, and I focus on that to keep from blowing my load too soon.
This girl is driving me mad, and I’m starting to feel lightheaded.
The next words out of her mouth nearly send me over the brink. “I’m close,” she gasps.
Her hips start to rise, and I drive into her harder. I can’t believe she’s coming this quickly. I can’t believe I am. None of this is what I expected.
I feel her break beneath me and her eyes go wide again.
“Oh, Jesus, yes!” she screams, letting go of the headboard to rake her nails down my back.
That’s enough to tip me over the edge, and when the first wave hits me, something grabs hold of me and pulls me under. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I drive into her again and again. Her sex grips me tightly, milking me dry, as I groan and thrust and come my brains out inside her.
When we’ve both caught our breath, I roll to the side and pull her against my chest. Her heart is beating fast, but her eyes are closed. I wonder what she’s thinking.
Then her eyelids flutter open. “Well,” she says and grins up at me. “Looks like we managed to tick one thing off the Fucket List and one thing off the extra-credit list.”
“There’s an extra-credit list?”
“I just made that up in my mind.” She grins, and I get the sense Cassie and I were a lot alike in high school. That we were both the geeky, hyper-focused student intent on getting one straight A after another. I never imagined those qualities would translate to sexual compatibility, but whatever.
“What’s on the Sextra Credit list?” I ask, making her giggle again.
“G-spot orgasm.” She blushes a little when she says it, and I feel an unexpected swell of pride.
“No kidding?” I grin and brush a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead. “I wasn’t even trying for that one.”
“Me neither. You must’ve had the angle just right.”
Something about her words embolden me. Or maybe it’s Cassie herself. Or maybe I’ve just gone crazy. That’s the only excuse for the next words out of my mouth.
“Let me help you,” I tell her. “I want to do the rest of The List.”