Chapter 8 Nia #2
“Oh, you will, but not before I’ve gotten a taste of you.” He crashes his mouth to mine, and as I close my eyes, he moves his hand from my hair and hastily pulls me flush against his body. “You look hot in a camisole and shorts, but they’ve gotta go,” he growls.
I gasp when he practically hauls my clothes off me, and as I kick them away, he lifts me up and places my back against the door.
“Damn-fucking-it.” He looks at me with a crazed desire on his face, then starts trailing bruising kisses from my neck, all the way down to my chest. Every touch of his lips and scrape of his stubble on my skin is an imprint of promise – of what he can do to me and my weak lucidity.
He sets me down, then gets down on his knees in front of me. “Take a step forward,” he says.
I do.
“Widen your legs.”
Again, I do as I’m told.
“Good.” He runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, then spread my pussy with his fingers before grinning up at me. “You still don’t shave often, huh?”
I shrug. “You know I don’t like it.”
His grin broadens. “I love it that you don’t like it.” He flicks my clit, and I cry out.
“More,” I moan.
Cass chuckles. “You got it.” He bends and sucks on my folds, then takes my clit in his mouth, and I almost lose my balance with the way that makes me feel.
“Spread your legs wider,” he orders in between licks.
I open myself up further.
He cups my ass and squeezes, and then shifts forward, which gives him better access to me.
“Cass…” I bunch his hair in a fist and rock my hips in time with his tongue. “Ah, fuck. Cass…”
“Mm.” He lets go of my clit, then starts eating me out faster. “Ride my face, Nia,” he says. “Ride my face like the good fucking girl I know you are.”
With a groan that is very unlike me, I start rocking against Cass’s mouth as he continues to lick and suck my sensitive pussy.
I can feel myself falling over; feel myself getting to the pinnacle I know will give me the orgasm that I’m craving so fucking badly. But…but I don’t want this to end, not until he’s inside me again.
“Cass.” I tug at his hair. “Cass, stop.”
He looks up at me. “You okay?”
“Yes, of course.” I let go of a breath. “It’s just… It’s hot; you’re hot. And everything inside me is just…”
“Too heightened to control?” he completes.
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “Fucking yes.”
Cass gets to his feet. “I know what you mean,” he says, then runs a knuckle over my painfully hard nipple.
I slowly drag a finger over his treasure trail as I lower my gaze, and relish the feeling of his abs tightening in response.
“I could never even compare to you,” I say absentmindedly. “You’re…you’re beautiful, Cass.”
He cups my face and bends to look into my eyes. “You can’t, but that’s only because you’re already ranked way above me.”
My heart beats rapidly at that. “Flawed compliments will take you nowhere.”
He grins. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m an honest guy, then.”
I chuckle around a shake of my head, then tilt my head to the side. “Touch yourself,” I tell him.
If he’s shocked by my command, he doesn’t show it. He simply smirks and fists his cock, and I see my name on the inside of his wrist moving with every single pump of his hand.
“Fuck.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he strokes himself.
“Jesus Christ.” He works himself more, and I watch as a thick bead of precum slides down from his slit and onto his piercing.
“Nia…” He slows his pace, then places a hand on the wall next to my face before leaning close to me.
“I love how you taste on my tongue,” he says, then bends to suck on the skin beneath my ear, making me moan.
“Mm, you smell so good, baby.” He grazes his lips over the shell of my ear. “So good.”
I spread my legs further and cup the nape of his neck. “Fuck me, Cass,” I order.
He moves back and scans my face. “You sure?” he asks.
I nod. “And before you ask: yes, I’m clean, and no, we don’t need a condom. I’m on a pill.”
He grins. “So eager…” He rubs his crown over my clit. “Oh, and by the way, I’m clean too.”
“Lovely.” I bunch his soft hair in a rough grip. “Now, put that cock inside me and fuck my pussy, because I’m quite literally losing my mind right now.”
He lets go of a surprised laugh. “Aye, ma’am.” He lifts me up, and as I wrap my legs around his waist, he rocks his hips forward and enters me in a single thrust.
I hiss as he stretches me, and when the cold steel of his piercing meets my skin, I clench around him in a silent request for him to give me more.
He grabs my waist and pushes forward, burying himself deep inside me.
“God, yes,” I breathe, pulling his mouth to mine.
“Feels good, huh?” he says, thrusting into my harder.
“More than,” I reply, just as breathless as him.
He moans against my lips before kissing me, then rotates his hips and pushes into me with abandon.
I groan and tighten my hold on his hair because God, that piercing of his is driving me mad in the most delicious way possible.
He grunts and pushes into me deeper. “That’s right; clench that cunt ‘round my cock,” he hisses. “Fucking clench it, baby.”
I hum and do what he wants me to, which makes him grin.
Is this what complete, utter bliss looks like? Is this how it feels to be entirely unhooked from reality, to be lost in something – someone – who worships you for who you are?
Is it safe for me? For him?
For our hearts?
The sounds of our heavy, uneven breathing, and of our thighs slapping against each other’s as Cass fucks me, are the only things I can hear as my ears buzz and warmth fills my belly.
I place my left hand on his heaving chest. “Faster, Cass,” I whisper, and curse when he delivers. My back arches off the door, and sweat trickles down my temples as my orgasm washes over me in a blinding wave.
“Shit,” he spits out, and starts moving inside me a bit unsteadily.
I massage the back of his head, and watch as his lashes shadow his cheeks when he closes his eyes. He bunches his jaw and touches his forehead to mine, and with one last thrust, he calls my name before coming inside me.
I can feel, and hear my pulse as I try to catch my breath. I run the pads of my fingers over his abs, and he nuzzles his nose against mine.
“So…” He lets the word hang in the air.
I chuckle and kiss his sweat-slicked lips. “So…”
He smiles, and our eyes meet. “You’ve officially left me crazed once again, Nia Connell,” he says.
My throat tightens at his words. “And you, Cass Madden, have officially left me craving for more, just like before.”
“Hmm, I kinda like the sound of that,” he muses, then slowly pulls out of me. “Let me help you clean up.”
And there goes my heart, fluttering helplessly with the wind.
“Okay.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again. “Thank you.”
“What for?” he asks.
I shrug. “For being you, I guess.”
He grins. “Well, in that case, thank you to you, too.”
I arch a brow in question.
He searches my face while holding onto me tighter. “For giving me a second chance,” he tells me.
And as I struggle to find the right words to say to him, I keep looking at the candidly beautiful man in front of me – who has made me feel alive again after years of staying shadowed by my fear of disappointing those I care about.
I’ve always lived my life for others. Never for myself, but only for those around me. With Cass, though, it feels like I’m living for me. Like I’m breathing and laughing and smiling for myself.
Fuck, I’m falling irreversibly in love with this man for the second time around, aren’t I?
Why yes; yes, I am.