20. Theo Fairview
Alexa Play: Constant Craving by Hiroki Tanaka
Idon’t know if she was aware she said it out loud, but Cassandra breathed out the softest ‘Fuck it,’ I’d ever heard.
Before I could register what was happening, she wrapped her hand around my nape and pulled me in, closing that last inch of distance between us for good.
My immediate reaction was to freeze as she pressed her soft lips against me.
My entire body exploded with adrenaline, but I stayed perfectly still, terrified that if I made any sudden movements, she would realize it was me she was kissing and take it all away.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she molded her lips to mine, and though she started off tentative, she quickly grew more confident.
She traced her tongue across the seam of my lips, and I nearly expired on the spot.
“Cass…” I choked slightly on her name, unable to wrap my mind around the fact that she was kissing me as she released the sexiest, neediest little groan.
Jesus Christ.
I felt dizzy.
I could barely process what was happening, but Cassandra seemed to already be fully committed to whatever this was.
She literally crawled into my lap and pressed me back onto the couch.
Unable to refuse this woman anything, I quickly complied, and she slid her lethal, perfect body over mine until she was straddling my hips.
The hand that’d been tracing sinfully teasing circles across my abs slid further up my t-shirt, and I wasn’t sure which one of us gasped as she cupped my breast over my sports bra.
“Fuck…” I hissed into her mouth as she seemed to instinctively find the tip of my nipple.
Oh my fucking goooddd…
She rolled the peak firmly between the tips of her fingers, and I suddenly regretted putting a bra on at all.
I moaned, and she took that as an invitation to shove her hot, wet tongue directly into my mouth.
The taste of her flooded me, and I was amazed to learn that she did taste like vanilla. Vanilla and sex and something safe and warm.
Something like home.
My hands were suddenly wandering, and I couldn’t have stopped them if I tried. One hand sank into her thick dark hair, and I curled my fingers into her roots, pressing her closer so I could suck her tongue deeper into my mouth like I’d dreamed of doing since the day I’d met her.
It was her turn to moan, and to my delight, she rolled her perfect hips into mine, almost as if she couldn’t control the movement.
She was still in her skirt and blouse from work, and the skirt had ridden up to bunch at her waist. When my left hand found her thigh, I skated my palm up until my thumb brushed the edge of what felt like a lace thong.
She whimpered as I lightly stroked that sexy crease between her thigh and her pussy, and the sound sent me into fucking orbit.
My eyes rolled back in my head as she nipped and bit at my lips, her body grinding almost helplessly down into mine, and I hated that I couldn’t feel the lace of her panties through my shorts.
She pinched my nipple again, and I hissed as heat pooled between my thighs at an alarming rate.
I was suddenly more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. Every roll of her hips seemed to rock directly against my clit, and I realized with a start that if I didn’t shift her position, I was going to literally come just from letting her dry hump me like some needy teenager.
No. I couldn’t let it end yet.
If it ended, it might never happen again… I’d waited so long to feel what it would be like to have Cassandra in my arms like this. I wasn’t ready for it to be over.
Dropping my hands to her hips, I shifted her with a jerk. She gasped as our lips broke apart, and I smirked as she let out the most adorable little growl in protest.
“Shh, you’re alright,” I soothed her as I settled her back down, this time so she was straddling my thigh.
Taking advantage of this new position to feel as much of her as I could, I tugged up the hem of my shorts until that scrap of hot, damp lace connected directly with the flesh of my thigh.
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as I gently used my hands on her hips to encourage her to continue grinding herself on me.
My gaze fell to her lace-covered pussy like a magnet, and I groaned as I realized they were white, and I could literally see just how soaked they were.
“Jesus, Cassandra…” I rasped, guiding her hips into a slow, lazy rocking motion. “So fucking wet for me…”
“Theo…” she whined, and I glanced up at her, searching her face for any indication that she was uncomfortable or having second thoughts. All I saw was dark, lust-drunk eyes rimmed in long, gorgeous lashes.
“So fucking beautiful,” I hummed, sliding my thumbs closer to the pretty creases marking each side of her pussy.
I wanted to rip that scrap of lace off her.
I wanted to drive my fingers deep inside her and fuck her until she screamed for me.
I wanted to make her come so hard she would never want anyone but me to ever touch her again.
It took every ounce of restraint I had to keep my hands where they were. She hadn’t even been able to admit that she might be queer. I wasn’t about to push her too far too fast.
But fuck did I ever want to.
“Theo…” she moaned again, dropping her hands to my shoulders and using my body as leverage so she could rub herself harder against my thigh.
“What, baby? Feel good?” I rasped, using the muscles in my stomach to bring myself closer to her so I could lick a hot path up the column of her neck.
She quivered in my arms, and her breath was coming out in short, hot pants.
“Yes… fuck. You feel…” She rocked into me again. Her knee pressed between my legs with the movement, and I found myself grinding into her just as frantically.
“How does this feel so fucking good?” She was gasping now, and she dropped her head against mine, her gorgeous eyes fluttered as another full-body shiver seemed to consume her.
For a brief moment, I wondered if this was a horrible idea.
What if I was letting things go too far?
What if she felt ashamed after this and never wanted to speak to me again?
The thought of that was so terrifying, I nearly put a stop to everything right there.
But all my plans flew out the window when she clawed at the back of my neck, turning my face to meet her as her mouth desperately sought mine. The second her lips hit home, she sank her tongue deep into my mouth and stroked me into oblivion as she continued to ride my leg.
My thigh was soaked from how wet she was, and the lace was losing its integrity with each pass of her hips.
What felt like a mini orgasm sparked through my clit as the lace of her panties slipped to the slide with her next thrust. Suddenly, her bare, slick pussy was on me, and the feel of her soaking wet cunt sliding over the flesh of my thigh made something in my brain explode.
“Holy fuck, Cass…” I gasped, pulling back slightly so I could watch her ride me again.
She was fully exposed now, and my mouth watered at the sight of her. I dug my thumbs harder into the crease of her hips, fighting off the instinct to slide one over her pretty pink clit.
Based on the sounds she was making, I didn’t think I was even going to need to stroke her to get her to where I wanted her to go. She seemed to be stimulating herself just fine on her own.
“You think you could come like this?” I rasped.
My voice cracked as the words tumbled from my mouth, and I held my breath as Cass wrapped her hand loosely around my throat to steady herself as she picked up the pace.
She nodded frantically, and another burning rush of wetness flooded my boxers at the thought of getting to see Cassandra Walker come.
“Do it, baby girl. Let me see.”
She was totally gone now, her brown eyes consumed with lust as she took what she needed from me. I lay beneath her, just happy to have the privilege of being used by this absolute goddess.
I greedily took in every detail as her orgasm grew. My eyes didn’t know where to settle, and my gaze darted over every inch of her as she rode me.
I wanted to memorize every moan, map every sound… immortalize every twitch, so I could play it over and over again in my head, especially since it was very possible I would never get to witness this again.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Her climax started slowly. Her rapid breaths began to catch, and her wet, kiss-swollen mouth parted as the first wave of pleasure took her.
She stiffened in my hands, and her back arched. Her peaked nipples stood out clearly beneath the silk of her blouse, and I ran my hands up her waist so I could tease them gently with my thumbs.
This seemed to be the last thing she needed to topple over the edge, and even more wetness flooded out of her. I groaned as she made a delicious mess of my thigh.
Her eyes widened–almost like the orgasm came as a surprise–and my entire body lit up with affection at how adorable she was.
“Th-theo!” she gasped, and I nearly fell over the edge with her as she dug her nails into my shoulders so hard she might have drawn blood.
“Fuck, Cass. That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Show me how pretty you are when you come,” I hummed as she whimpered and moaned my name over and over again.
God, I wish I could bottle that sound up and fucking bathe in it.
“Oh my god…I-I’m coming!” she choked, and a thrill of success rolled through me at her declaration. My body was fully on autopilot now, and I ground her harder into me–only a small flicker of concern blooming for the bruises I was sure I was burrowing into the perfect skin of her hips.
“You are, baby girl. You’re coming so good for me… Jesus, you’re fucking soaking me, Cassandra.”
Her knee shifted again, and I took the opportunity to grind my own aching clit into it as she writhed over me.
It didn’t take much.
Even through my shorts and boxers, the sight of Cassandra falling apart above me was almost enough to make me come untouched, and before I could even process what was happening, my own orgasm consumed me.