She’s soon kneeling between my legs, flicking her tongue at my piercing, and my cock is throbbing for release.
“Fuck me, Cass,” I tell her, reaching to the nightstand for a condom and passing it to her.
“You want me to put this on?”
“Of course,” I tell her, planting my hands behind my head and enjoying the moment.
She rips open the packet, gets to grips with the thing and, after a couple attempts, she’s rolling the condom into place.
“Perfect,” I tell her.
She giggles, hitches a leg and starts to climb on. I tell her no. “Turn around, get on backwards.”
“Okay,” she says, sounding a little unsure.
My balls are practically bursting as she turns her tight ass in my direction, her pussy already glistening wet as she nudges at my pierced tip.
I can’t help but groan as she eases her way onto me, and groan some more as her breaths quicken and she grabs hold of my knees and starts the ride.
I take hold of her hips and join in with the rhythm, loving the yelps she makes as flesh hits flesh. Loving it as she comes all over my cock, and loving just how hard I bang that pussy as my balls erupt.
And loving, too, how she falls into my arms afterwards, neither of us wanting to get up.
Finally, at around noon, we both know we can't put this off any longer. Tony has already left a message on Cassidy's voicemail, letting us know he's returning with my mother in the early afternoon.
So, we get up, grudgingly, showering and getting ready. We come to a stop in front of the door that leads to Cassidy's bedroom, looking at each other with a heavy dose of awkwardness. I don't think either of us wants this moment to end.
I wish I could keep her in this secret room, make the beach house our happy place… No judgment. No witnesses. Just her body and mine, our lips crushed together.
"I guess we should be in our own rooms when they come home," I tell her hesitantly, and she nods, since we both know it's the right thing to do.
Tony's a protective man, and I'm sure any guy who had feelings for his daughter would be in trouble. The fact that I'm Cassidy's stepbrother pretty much condemns me from the start.
"I should go then," I say more firmly, but my eyes are asking Cassidy to say no. When she raises her eyes to me, her gaze is full of sadness. "What's wrong, darlin’?" I ask.
"I just…" She breathes a heavy sigh, and I take a step closer. My fingers travel up her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake on her perfect skin.
"What?" I ask her, needing her to confide in me. And I know she will, the change in her already remarkable after just a few short days together. She's a different girl, and the thought of how much better she could get with my help makes me happy.
"I'm worried," she admits, her voice breaking over the words. "I'm worried this ends now. You got me, you didn't have time to grow tired of me, so it would be perfect… To just cut it off, before it hurts even more."
She flutters her eyelashes in an almost violent way, and I tip her chin backwards with my fingers, making my little doll look at me. "Stop, Cassidy," I order her. "You're saying that so you don't get hurt."
She tries to look away, but my fingers slide over her lips next, and her eyes become glued to mine, her mouth parting in a sigh. "I know you still want me," I say confidently, but before she can roll her eyes, I go on. "I won't leave you. Because I want you just as much, and I have every intention of making this work – one way or another."
A small smile lights up her face, and I lean down, unable to resist one last kiss while we're free of our parents' company. My lips land against her mouth, and she opens those lips up for me like she's parched for my touch.
"Darlin’," I groan against her lips, pulling her closer as she grinds her body against mine. This is going to be a problem, because there's already just one thing on my mind…
I give her a long, hard kiss, tasting her, knowing I'm getting more and more addicted with each lick she lets me have.
And then I hear noise downstairs and spring away from her like she's just burned my mouth with those full, pouty lips.
Cassidy's eyes widen in anticipation, and I clear my throat, standing awkwardly in the hallway. Our parents call to us from downstairs, and I know we'll have to greet them sooner or later. I smile apologetically at my baby doll, then motion towards the staircase with my head.