The Seduction of Cassidy Flint

by Samantha Lucas

  He reached around her, unfastening the skirt and then sliding it over her hips and down her long sexy legs, placing kisses on her knees and leaving her in only her panties. Ironically the only article of clothing she hadn't been wearing the last time they were together.

  At a leisurely pace, he removed the rest of his own clothes, marveling at the amount of control he had over himself. But Cassidy watched him closely, so he took his time. First sliding down his zipper, then pushing both his pants and briefs over his hips, kicking them off when they reached his ankles. A sense of satisfaction flowed through him at Cassidy's small smile and large blush.

  "Touch me."

  He wasn't surprised by the need in his tone, or at the desperation he felt, though he was a little appalled by it. If she refused him, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He took a step closer, one knee placed on the bed.

  Cassidy stared, first at his powerful erection, then at him. He wasn't sure how many naked men she'd seen, but something in her eyes assured him she'd never seen one that pleased her as much as he did.

  Crazy though it was, that thrilled him.

  "Touch me, please, Cass."

  She came up on one elbow, reaching her beautiful fingers toward him. A bead of moisture formed on the tip in anticipation, and he dearly prayed he'd be able to control himself if she actually did touch him.

  The first sensation that flooded him when her gentle touch registered was relief. He ached, his blood was flooded with need for her, but he'd held firm at her touch. He wanted to be inside her so badly half his brain cells had shut down because of it. He'd never felt this need, this much desire, such urgent longing. He needed her to make him whole as much as he needed the blood to continue to cycle through his heart.

  Her fingers circled him, and he groaned and wondered at the wisdom of his request.

  She squeezed and whispered, “Velvet."

  He knew he had to pull back.

  He lay down beside her again. This time his finger began tracing the top edge of her panties, just beneath it and across the edge of her feminine curls. Her hand touched his face. He turned his head, placing a kiss in her palm.

  "I've never met anyone like you."

  He met her gaze, troubled that she'd sounded so surprised. He wondered what type of idiots she'd been dating that couldn't see how amazing she was. Desire raced through his blood so strongly and so swiftly. He circled his hand around his own cock, stroking it to relieve some of the pressure. Her eyes widened as she watched his hand run the length of him and back.

  He wondered about just making himself come and letting her watch. It would give him the chance to pleasure her. He groaned, the feelings so intense they were nearly crippling.

  "Can I?"

  He swallowed and removed his hand.

  "Please do."

  She pushed against his shoulder, and he went willingly until he laid flat on his back. She moved down the bed and straddled his thighs, the sight of her sending frissons directly into his cock. He watched intently as she reached out with one hand. One finger ran the length of his cock and gently over the tip. It was a brush so light he barely felt it, but fucking hell, it turned him on.

  Her open curiosity as she brushed that one finger over the base and tip of his shaft was both endearing and infectious.

  "Is it terribly sensitive?"

  He choked on a laugh.

  "Uh, yes.” He drew a tense breath through clenched teeth. “Do you ever touch yourself, Cassidy?"

  Her gaze flickered away, and her finger kept brushing over his cock. He reached out and closed his hands over her fingers, wrapping them around him.

  "Squeeze me. Like this."

  He pressed his hand over hers. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.

  "That doesn't hurt?"

  He laughed again.

  "Not hardly. Tight is gooood. Trust me.” He licked parched lips. “Squeeze and move your hand to the tip, then back."

  She did, hesitantly at first. He delighted in the sweet torture she applied, needing a release desperately.

  "Do you want to take me in your mouth, Cass?"

  Her eyes flared, her hand stopping its movement as she stared, first into his eyes, then at his cock. He was about to take back the question when she leaned over and tentatively took the tip of him into her hot mouth.

  "Oh, good Lord, yes! Fuck me with your mouth, Cass. Do you know how?"

  She didn't answer, simply settled herself more directly between his thighs and slowly sucked his entire cock into her mouth.

  * * * *

  Cassidy never knew there could be so much power in pleasing a man. In bringing such a strong, dominant man to his knees. She was learning quickly. Sex was fascinating, and she was becoming a very eager student.

  Although still feeling awkward, she stroked him with her mouth, eventually adding her hand to the mix. He leaked semen into her mouth, the taste of him was pungent and intoxicating. She wanted more. She licked, sucked and stroked, reveling in his moans and curses. She'd never thought of herself as the type of woman to turn a man on, but she was doing exactly that. Funny thing was, the more turned on he became, the more turned on she became.

  "It's enough!"

  She froze. His harsh tone abraded her sensitive feelings.

  "Wh-what did I do wrong?"

  She tried to look braver than she felt. In the space of a heartbeat he had their positions switched, and she was pinned to the bed beneath him.

  "You did nothing wrong, gorgeous. But I was about to come in your mouth."

  As his words washed over her and sank in, he was removing the panties from her body for the second time that day. However, this time, when he had them off, he settled between her thighs pressing them and spreading them wide open before burying his mouth in her wet heat.

  One lick and her body stiffened. She gasped, but his tongue quickly silenced her. Another pass of his tongue over her extremely sensitive flesh and she was arching into him.

  He moved her one leg over his shoulder and slid his hands up her thighs, grabbing her hips and holding her still while he carefully used his mouth to bring her to the edge.

  She moaned and whimpered, tossed her head and bucked him. There was that damned wild woman again. She had no idea she could get so ... so ... enthusiastic.

  He had a masterful tongue. That article about being in charge of your own orgasms didn't know what it was talking about. Apparently the editor of that magazine had never met Aiden Grand and his remarkable mouth, or she never would have allowed that article to go to print.

  He brought her to the edge again and again, teasing her, and then pulling back until she thought the death of one of them was imminent.

  She gasped, crying out louder than she cared to, but there was no resisting the urge as once again he brought her to the edge. Finally her need was greater than her embarrassment and she pleaded, “Aiden, please. Please, finish me."

  She thought she actually felt him smile against her skin.

  "You want to come, Cassidy?” His voice was smoother than silk, and she could have hit him for being such a smart ass now.

  "Yes,” she answered breathlessly, shaking her head just in case he needed visuals.

  He ran his fingers down her inner thigh, placing soft kisses there before looking up into her eyes. “I want you to say it. Tell me to let you come."

  She swallowed. Lifted her head slightly off the mattress to more fully meet his gaze. At first she thought to argue, but then she thought, why the fuck should she do that? She did want to come. “Let me come, Aiden."

  He growled, taking a small nip at her inner thigh. “It would be my pleasure."

  His tongue went back to her, pressing between her folds, sliding inside her while his thumb moved along her clit which was beyond sensitive. Applying just a hint of pressure, but it was enough to make the tiny shivers wracking her body congeal, becoming one enormous shiver, sending her over the edge into the greatest orgasm of her life. It tore through her body, not
leaving any fiber, nerve ending, nor skin cell untouched.

  She closed her eyes, arching against his mouth, which kept up just enough pressure and movement to make the orgasm continue. Instead of a sharp peak and a rapid drop, it was like catching a perfect wave and riding along it all the way into shore. When she finally calmed, knowing she'd never be able to move for at least a week, he moved his tongue over her tenderness, causing a residual spasm. One more time and she came again, shouting out in her shock along with her complete and thorough satisfaction.

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  Chapter Six

  "Is it always supposed to be like that?"

  Lying on their sides, wrapped in one another's arms, Cassidy was still a bit breathless as she snuggled her body a little closer to Aiden's. She couldn't remember ever feeling so happy in all her life, and she wanted to climb right inside him and take up residence. He brushed his fingers over her temple and into her hair. She sighed at how tender it was and how good it felt.

  "I think so.” He kissed her softly. “Although, I don't think it ever has."

  His voice was thick and slow, the need for sleep seemingly creeping in. She smiled. Sleep she understood since she was feeling the lethargy trying to steal her from this moment as well. Regardless that she'd been up nearly twenty four hours, she wasn't ready to let this moment end yet.

  He kissed her nose and her forehead, and wrapped his arms a little tighter around her. She'd never felt so warm before, either. It was as if a fire was burning deep within her somewhere keeping her cozy. Still, she wondered over his last words and finally gave voice to her insecurity.

  "It hasn't?"

  He gave a little laugh. “Sounds like a line, doesn't it?"

  She tucked her arms up against his chest, inhaling his scent, and then pressed a soft kiss to his throat. “I don't know.” She was using all her effort to simply stay awake. Figuring out whether or not he was using a line on her wasn't at the top of her “to do” list right now.

  His lips pressed against hers. Ever so slowly, his mouth opened, his tongue engaging hers in a slow and highly erotic kiss that made her shiver.

  Aiden smiled. “You're shivering again."

  "I am."

  This time she kissed him, deciding she liked the shivers. In fact, she liked sex and she most definitely liked Aiden. That would be a problem at some point. At the moment, though, his naked and—unless she was more ignorant than she thought—once-again aroused body was pressed against hers. She couldn't find a problem with that. She kissed him again, before pulling back slowly.

  "I can taste myself on your tongue."

  Aiden growled deep in his throat. “And you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. But you can't say things like that, Cass."

  She kissed him again, deeply with intent and passion. “Why not?"

  His lips pressed hers, and their tongues met. “Because there are consequences."

  She giggled, then closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Like what kind of consequences?"

  "Like this.” He didn't give her even a hint of what he'd planned, and suddenly she was sitting atop him, straddling his naked body with hers. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but Aiden held them down at her sides, grinning at her like he'd won some prize at the fair.

  "Uh-uh. You're not covering them up."

  "But, but, but they're old. And saggy! They hang down to my knees, for God's sake."

  Aiden laughed so hard she wanted to kick him, but couldn't figure out how to maneuver her feet into a position that would accomplish that. He still wouldn't release her arms, so she did the only thing that came to her. She pouted.

  "It's from too many years in my misspent youth not wearing a bra. I swear, I lay on my back and they completely disappear around the side."

  After another minute of uncontrolled laughter, Aiden started gulping for air.

  Serves him right.

  "Oh, God, Cass."

  Another bout of laughter broke through, and it was a couple of minutes before he was able to speak again. Tears actually brimmed in his eyes from laughing so hard. Cassidy was beginning to go back to her initial impression that sex wasn't worth the aftermath. She didn't have long to consider that however, because a second later Aiden tugged one of her arms, causing her to lose her precarious balance and fall forward.

  She shrieked at the fall, but the sound quickly became a gasp as Aiden pulled one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue tantalizing her nipple, flicking it while he suckled. The gasp quickly became a moan, the moan was soon a whimper, and Cassidy started to feel that delicious ache between her thighs yet again.

  When he broke away he pushed his hands through her hair and around her neck, pulling her mouth to his.

  After kissing her near senseless he ground out against her mouth, “If they're old and saggy, then I guess that's my favorite kind."

  Another round of kissing had her forgetting what she'd ever been upset about in the first place. Aiden Grand had a very powerful weapon with that mouth of his.

  "Sit up again, gorgeous."

  She quickly did as she was told and was rewarded with an incredible smile when she forgot to be embarrassed about her too-old breasts, her vulnerable position, or the fact that she'd never sat atop a man before.

  "Slide onto me, Cass."

  "I...” She didn't know how, but wasn't sure she could tell him that.

  He reached up, caressing her cheek with his fingers, then rested a hand on each of her thighs. The tender look in his eyes made her want to do anything he wanted.

  "How?"

  Without a word, his hands slid to her hips, and he helped her adjust herself over his long, powerful erection. She gasped at the pleasure she felt as she slid down over him and noticed he had too.

  Aiden's eyes closed.

  "Cass.” He growled out a warning but she had no idea what for. Then his hands slapped down hard on her thighs.

  "What?"

  "Don't. Do. That.” He closed his eyes tight. “I don't have enough control right now."

  "Don't do what?"

  She didn't want to do anything wrong, but she refused to let her insecurity take root.

  "That!” His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and he groaned.

  "Aiden, I don't know what I'm doing."

  He gave her the lopsided smile again, but his eyes never opened. “You're grabbing me."

  She felt completely stupid, and she held both hands up in a show of innocence. “I'm not.” Though she wasn't sure how he thought she could be grabbing him considering he was inside her.

  A sexy chortle was all she got in response. When she felt him expand inside her, she gasped. His eyes met hers as he answered her unasked question.

  "Yeah, like that."

  Cassidy's mouth fell open and wouldn't close. She'd never ... How? Why did ... Oh, forget it. This was one of those enjoy the moment moments, and she fully intended to. She experimented squeezing her inner muscles. He groaned and flexed back, she grabbed him again. This was turning her on and bringing her very close to the edge again.

  "Oh God, I'm going to come.” She moaned.

  Aiden grabbed her hips, his eyes burning straight through her. “Not without me, you're not."

  He started moving her, at first slowly sliding her up and down over his shaft.

  "Grab me when you slide up.” It took her a few tries but she finally got it right and had him moaning and writhing beneath her. She'd never felt so feminine or beautiful in all her life.

  She moaned, coming closer and closer. Aiden's eyes were closed again, and his head pushed deeply into her pillow. He guided her to a faster pace, a sexy sheen of perspiration breaking out over his skin. She rode him hard, and before long they were both tumbling over into ecstasy one more time.

  * * * *

  Aiden woke slowly, a lingering feeling of bone-deep contentment stealing over him. He couldn't remember ever feeling quite like this before and as realization started c
onsuming him, he remembered why.

  Cassidy.

  With a smile he reached across the bed for her, somewhat annoyed that she wasn't still wrapped tightly in his arms, but he would remedy that soon enough. Sunlight was flickering through the California shutters that covered the small windows on either side of the fireplace. He briefly wondered what time it was, then made another pass with his arm only to come up empty. He forced his eyes open and as he feared, he was alone.

  The sunlight, dappled though it was, pierced his eyes, causing him to shut them again. Maybe she'd just gone to the bathroom. That thought made him feel better about her not being in his arms when he woke. He had no idea what a spoiled baby he could be, but right now he felt about five with his favorite new toy taken from him. He smiled, chuckling over the tingles that slid across his skin, remembering everything they'd done. Who could blame him for feeling a little spoiled, a little possessive?

  He remembered a moment from earlier when she'd been still writhing from an orgasm, he couldn't wait another second to join with her. He'd risen up over her, his thumb pressed the tiny nub, assuring she'd still be on her glorious ride for another second, and plunged deep within her. Her inner muscles immediately grabbed him and much to his chagrin, that was all it took. He fell over the edge with her in another earth-shifting orgasm that left this body shaking as much as hers.

  He remembered her in that moment, head forced back into her pillow, her nails digging into his shoulders, she cried out her rapture with such abandon he knew he'd found heaven in her presence, and in the last place he'd ever imagined—a woman's arms. Cassidy was a beautiful, passionate woman, adventurous in bed and extremely satisfying. She'd met his needs like she'd been created for him. Together they'd done things that he'd never even considered with another woman. Intimate things, things that felt sacred. Only sharing them with Cassidy felt perfectly right. Even the way she kissed, so slowly, like she was savoring him. It was hot and he wanted more, now.

  A few minutes later when she hadn't returned, Aiden decided he could use a trip to the bathroom himself. One last squeeze of the pillow that still had her scent on it, and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. A short laugh accompanied the thought that he never would have pictured himself in a bed with sheets covered in roses, but damn if he cared right now.