“No,” Titus says a little too quickly. But I agree. I don’t want to be around a bunch of rowdy guys.
“Thanks, guys. I’m just going to stay home and rest,” I tell them and wave before climbing the long stairs up the hillside to the lake house.
I don’t even object when, halfway up, Titus scoops me up in two arms. I’m so tired. It’s all over, and I’m so completely wrung out.
“You okay?” Titus presses a kiss against my hair, and I let my head fall against his shoulder.
“Hmm.”
I don’t ask what I’m going to do now. I don’t ask how I will support myself if I get back into college. I don’t ask where I’m going to live. I don’t even make a joke about how strong he is, to be able to carry me up these stairs. I melt into my man’s strong, protective arms and count myself lucky.
When we arrive at the house, Titus starts a shower for me, helps me undress, and washes me. He washes my hair, massaging my scalp. He towels me off, then sets me down on the bed, next to my pajamas that I didn’t even see him lay out for me.
This guest room at the lake house is huge, with an enormous king-size bed and the coziest duvet I’ve ever slept under. I fall asleep with Titus spooned up behind me, and I don’t realize we’re alone for the first time—maybe ever—until I’ve slept for several hours.
When I wake up, the fire in my belly is all-consuming. I am going to devour this man.
Foreplay? What’s that? My mouth and my hands are on his length before Titus startles awake.
I’m a madwoman, licking my hand to wet his cock where my mouth and throat can’t reach.
“Wh-what…Cass! Oh shit, oh…holy shit…Cass.”
I love this. I love shocking him like this, pleasing him, making him twitch, growl, and shove himself into my mouth. I love the way he grabs my hair.
This man, my best friend, is so gentle with me. All the time, he’s so considerate of my feelings. He made good on his promise to take care of me. He loves me; I can feel it. I don’t need him to say it because I know it by the long hours he has sacrificed. He could be making money at his dad’s shop, but he’d rather be beside me, supporting me, keeping me sane.
He’s done too much, and I’m so grateful.
I suck him deep, so deep, until I’m gagging. And then, I open my throat and go deeper until I can’t possibly go any further. His fingers fist in my hair, and he pulls. The sting of it sends sparks of pleasure radiating through my body, wetting my slit.
All I feel is need, and that need can only be met with rough hands, powerful arms, and a pounding dick.
“No,” he rumbles, tugging at my hair and pulling me off his cock. “I want to finish inside you.”
I scramble to my knees, where he’s risen to meet me with a searing kiss. I meet his fierceness; we’re a mess of groping hands, stabbing tongues, and needy moans.
Titus’s hand dips between our bodies, and I grunt like a wild woman, almost resentful for the separation. He cups my pussy, and he pulls his mouth away from mine. He’s breathless, his face slick and pink from our kissing.
“You’re so fucking wet, Cass.” I hiss as he strokes my cleft, his thick finger sinking into my channel.
“Titus,” I can feel him wiggling it there, the tip of his finger stroking the inner muscles. My cunt clenches down needily. I grit my teeth as the stroking of my G-spot rips out a quick but powerful release.
The tension that leaves my body at that moment feels like I’m expelling some demon that’s been holding on to me for months.
“There’s my girl,” he murmurs, “My Cass. Squirt for me, dirty girl. That’s it.”
I cannot handle it when he calls me that. His words make me want to do wild things, like give in to the urge to shove this man down the bed and smother his face. A moment later, he’s flat on his back, my thighs squeezing his head as he groans. His big hands grip my ass and pull me in tighter until his tongue finds my sensitive clit. I move over him, guiding that wicked mouth until it devastates me with a bone-shaking orgasm. I scream his name without fear. No one is here. We’re not fucking in a dorm room, a sorority house, or a guest room with somebody’s parents just down the hall. It’s just Titus and me, connected. Filling each other up until neither of us has anything left to give.
The orgasm breaks me, and I cry. Of course, I do. It’s our safety bubble, and I can do what I feel without fear of judgment, teasing, or misunderstandings.
I’m not sure why I’m crying, but it’s a mixture of happiness, relief, sadness, grief, and overwhelming joy.
“I’ve got you, Cass.”
I’m on my stomach now, spread wide. Every inch of this man’s tight, warm body covers me, weighing me down. And then, he slides into me because I know he needs it, and I know he needs to get as close to me as possible.
The slow, satisfying slide gives way to fierce, feverish thrusting. He knows what I need, and he knows how to give it.