Cass makes love to me until I'm a shaking, blubbering mess under him. Who the fuck am I right now? This isn't a Harlow I'm used to.
All too soon, I feel another orgasm teetering on the edge. “Cass!” I cry, my voice cracking with emotion.
“That's it, Sweetheart,” he says, sounding like he's holding back his own release. My legs tighten around him as my climax takes over. My nails scraping down his back as I hold on to him for dear life, and then I cum, so hard that I see stars, crying out his name.
With a few more thrusts, he follows after me with my name on his lips like he's uttering a prayer. His cock jerks in me, filling me with hot cum.
When he's done, he relaxes on top of me, holding himself up so that his weight doesn't crush me. Tucking his face into my neck, he kisses me, and sighs contently. “That was better than I could ever imagine.” He smiles against my neck. “Thank you.”
I don't say anything. I just blink up at the sky. I can't breathe. I feel smothered. What the fuck just happened?!
Cass told me he loved me. He told me he wanted to be more than friends. He kissed me. We made... love.
I can't breathe.
“Get off me,” I croak.
“What?” he asks, pushing himself up so that he can look at me.
With panicked eyes, I repeat my words. “Get off me!”
He quickly detaches himself from me, standing up next to the chair, his cock still semi hard. Scrambling to get up, I move away from him.
“Harlow,” he sighs, like he expected this.
“Don't you Harlow me!” I snap, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the fuck was that?” I say, waving my hand around in the direction of the chair.
His face softens. “Har, I know you're freaking out because this is all new to you. This isn't the person you molded yourself into to protect yourself. But I'm not letting you regret this,” he says, crossing his arms.
“Don't tell me what to do.” My voice is rising. “Fuck. My brain. God, my brain is so messed up right now.”
“I know,” he says softly.
“I don't know how to feel this way, Cass,” I say, looking up at him with helpless eyes.
“I know,” he repeats.
“This isn't me,” I say, as I start to pace back and forth.
“I k-”
“Don’t you fucking say I know again, or I'll bitch slap you!” I warn.
He smiles at my outburst and says, “This is all new and scary. But tell me, did you not feel the same? Did you not feel the love I have for you just now?”
“Ugh!” I shout, rubbing my hands down my face. “Yes! Okay, I did.”
“And what did you feel?” he asks.
Looking up at him with frustrated tears, I wipe them away angrily. “I worked so fucking hard toneverfeel that way again, Cass. I can't survive that again.” Tears start to flow for real now.
“What did you feel, Sweetheart?” Fuck, when he calls me that I feel all gooey.
“Mind numbing, soul crushing love,” I whisper, feeling overwhelmed by a slowly spreading sense of dread.
He smiles so fucking bright that I think I'm gonna go blind if I look too long. “I love you, Harlow. Neo loves you, and I'm pretty sure Dean does too. We don't care who you became; we love whatever version of you, you're willing to give us now,” he says, cupping my cheek, and I’m too shell shocked to move.
Like... is no one gonna point out that we're having this grand confession of love butt ass naked on the roof of my club while Cass’s cum drips down my leg...? No? No one? Kay, cool.