Cassie draws back, and I stare at her reddened mouth, my pulse pounding in my throat, in my hands, in my dick.
“I know a place.” She grips my hand and pulls me after her. I follow without a ques
tion. I’d trust her with my life.
She leads me into a small room down the hall, turns on the light, and closes the door behind us. I get an impression of shuttered window, piles of boxes, and a couch, and then we’re crashing on it, kissing and touching and fumbling with buttons and zippers and belts, need taking over rational thought.
Despite the fucking mess that is my life right now, I need her, need more than anything in the world to be naked with her, to be inside of her, and she’s here, warm and supple in my arms. That’s all that matters.
***
Her hands slip the shirt from my shoulders, then drag down my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my nipples, turning them into tiny, throbbing points. The sensation throws me off for a moment, the shadows crowding inside my head, and I grab her and push her down on the sofa, pressing my hard-on into the softness between her splayed legs.
Cassie.
Real.
“Shane…” She arches up against me, her dress half off her, leaving her shoulders and the mounds of her tits bare, the black lace of her bra barely covering her hardened nipples. Her long, creamy legs are bent, and I can see her panties—a thin strip of lace.
Soaked. She wants me. She’s ready.
Fuck, I want her with a need that borders on physical pain. Figures I can never go slow with her, I’m always desperate to get inside of her, feel her clench around my dick, chase away my ghosts and wipe my mind clean.
Make everything all right.
Propping myself up with a hand by her side, I reach down, unzip my pants. I need. Right the fuck now.
She puts her hands behind my neck, pulls me down, licks at my lips. Her taste teases my senses, distracts me, and I stop what I’m doing to bite lightly on her lower lip, suck it into my mouth, drag a moan from her.
Holy shit, she tastes like cake and sex, and I slam my free hand on the couch as I fall into her, our tongues twining together, our hips rocking, locked in another fucking dance. One I can follow, with her, now.
Hell, yeah. I lick her lips, lick the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, trail my mouth down her neck, leaving small bites that make her squirm underneath me. Every twist of her body presses into my painfully hard dick, so I put my hand over her neck, pressing into her throat.
She stills, her chest heaving, and I smirk against her skin.
Then I release her neck and tear down her bra to trace her nipples with my tongue, first the one, then the other. I close my teeth lightly over one hardened nub, and this time I slide my hand over her mouth when she squeals, to keep her quiet. The door isn’t locked, and it’s a sign of exactly how much she distracts me from dark thoughts that I never think to lock up.
That I feel so safe with her. That I’m fucking nuts about her.
With a tiny, breathy moan, she arches off the sofa, pushing her tits into my face, and I suck on them, flick my tongue over the sensitive tips—so damn turned on by her taste, her body, her obvious pleasure at what I’m doing to her that my dick jerks, leaking in my pants.
Fuck. I won’t last much longer. I can feel it in the tightening of my body, the clenching of my abs, the maddening pressure in my balls.
She strokes her hands up my arms to my neck, and her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging. I wince, my vision blurring, the room and her form fading in a wash of gray. Broken white tiles, smears of blood and dirt, flickering overhead neon lights.
No.
Shit, no. I’m with Cassie. She’s with me. She gave me her pendant. Blindly, I reach for it, and pant with relief when my hand closes around it.
It’s okay.
Her hands drift down my chest, light pressure, warm touches, and my eyes slowly clear.
She’s sat up, looking into my face.
Then she grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it off in one movement.
Christ, this girl. Her tits are spilling over her bra, and then she reaches behind her and unclasps it, taking it off. Then she pushes down her panties, and she’s naked and so beautiful I don’t know what to say.