It wasn’t just the pleasure that was rising in me that made me feel euphoric, but the fact I was with Rowdy.
He ran his tongue up and down my throat, his breaths coming in hard pants along my skin.
The fire began to build within me.
“God, yes, Rowdy,” I whispered.
“You like that, Cassandra baby?”
I nodded. It was all I could do.
He moved his hands to my hips, dug his fingers into my flesh, and slowly pulled out of my pussy. He leaned back and looked down to see what he was doing.
“Fuck, watching my cock slide in and out of your cunt is hot as fuck.” He lifted his eyes and looked at me. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me own you, Cassandra.”
I pushed my upper body up and watched his cock, glistening with my pussy juices, sliding in and out of me. I could see my virgin blood on his shaft, as well, and I found that so arousing.
“This pussy belongs to me, baby. No one else can say they’ve claimed you.”
I knew he said this all because of the heat of the moment.
“I want to be the only one that makes you feel good, that claims this pussy.”
I gasped at the sudden pleasure that slammed into me.
“No one else will have me.”
Because I don’t want anyone else.
He thrust in deep, and I gripped his arms even harder and fell back on the bed.
“Yes,” he grunted out. “You’re. Mine.”
God, if only he knew how much I wanted that.
6
Rowdy
This was why I didn’t drink, and I didn’t go around with my trainer’s daughter. Waking up next to Cassandra was a big fucking mistake. Last night had been a big fucking mistake. Perfect in every single way but I couldn’t allow her to think this was going to be anything but a one-time deal.
Damn. I was being an asshole. If someone treated my sister like this, I’d beat the shit out of them.
I did, and his name was Malachi.
Fuck.
She opened her eyes, and I stared at her.
Cassandra smiled, gave a little stretch and then a wince.
I’d taken her cherry last night, and fuck did I feel possessive about it.
Not only had I taken her virginity, but I’d taken her twice.
There was no excuse. I hadn’t been that drunk, and even though I wanted that as an excuse, I couldn’t use it.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brow furrowed.
“What makes you think there is something wrong?” She looked so beautiful.
“You’re looking for a reason to escape, aren’t you?” she asked, sitting up and looking damn worried.
I noticed she pulled the blanket up against her, hiding her delicious tits.
I remembered the way they felt in my hands, cupping them, and how good they looked bouncing as I pounded inside her.
“Last night—”
“Wow, you’re going to do it, aren’t you? You’re going to do the big whole brush-off? Are you even going to blame drink?”
She sat up, and took the words right out of my mouth. I felt like an asshole.
“Cassandra, it was a mistake.” Fuck, had I really just said that?
Those words were going to haunt me. I knew it. Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. But then I saw strength rise up in her. “Of all the things you could have said, that one was the worst.”
Without waiting for me to say anything, she climbed out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and got dressed faster than anything I’d ever seen.
I didn’t stop her as she rushed out of the room, because honestly I didn’t know how to make this right. I hadn’t meant that it was a mistake, but I couldn’t take it back now. The words had left me, and I’d fucked up big time.
After getting to my feet, I got dressed and left the house, feeling like the world’s biggest asshole.
When I got back to my empty apartment, I took a quick shower and headed straight to the gym. I needed to work off this nervous energy. The moment I entered, I waited to see if Cassandra appeared.
Nothing.
It was the first time in months that she didn’t visit the gym. I noticed Eric looked toward the door, frowning as well.
What the fuck had I done?
Cassandra
Three weeks later
Having a guy tell you that you were a mistake was the biggest pain of all. I couldn’t believe it when he said those words and then tried to make excuses. He didn’t voice them, but I knew they were what he wanted.
Instead of being one of those girls that caused a scene. I got dressed and ignored him. I hadn’t been back to the gym, and I didn’t intend to.
I sat at the dinner table Sunday, my thoughts confused, even though it had been three weeks after I lost my virginity. I’d been avoiding the gym and Rowdy like the plague.
“Are you okay, Cass?” he asked.