by Jenika Snow
She smiled up at me. “I feel great.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, cause you’re drunk.”
She shook her head. “I’m not that drunk. I’m just feeling really good, like I’ve broken out of some prison.”
I chuckled again. Was this the first time she’d drank this much? It wouldn’t surprise me. And then I saw the look she gave me, and my cock jerked.
“It’s hot in here,” she said, and I nodded. It was fucking hot, but then again there was a shitload of people crammed in here.
“Can we go somewhere to talk?”
I straightened to my full height and looked down at her. I was about to suggest outside, but before I could say anything she grabbed my hand and started pulling me through the living room and toward the stairs.
“Wait, Cassandra,” I said and pulled her to a stop. She looked over her shoulder at me.
“I just want to talk where we aren’t crammed in like a sardine.”
I didn’t want to presume anything, and I sure as fuck wouldn’t take advantage of her, but I shouldn’t have nodded and let her lead me up the stairs. I should have said we should just go outside.
And then we were walking into a spare bedroom and she closed the door.
“Cassandra, this isn’t right.” But my body was ready. I’d wanted this moment for a long time, to just be alone with her. But I sure as fuck didn’t want it to be while I was buzzed and she’d drank more than she was used to.
“You think I’m drunk and don’t know what I’m doing,” she said but started speaking again before I could answer. “I’m not too drunk to know I’m here with you. I’m just feeling good enough I don’t have to hide anymore.”
I didn’t know what she was getting at, but I kept my distance.
“I hate having to pretend, Rowdy.”
“Pretend?”
She went over to the bed and sat down, staring at her hands that were in her lap. “I might regret this in the morning, but I just wanted to tell you how I really feel.” She lifted her head and stared at me, and the way her big blue eyes pleaded with me could have had me falling to my knees for this girl. Her blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and I couldn’t help but stare at her.
She’s just so fucking beautiful.
“I admit my inhibitions are down, and that’s why I’m even bringing this up. But if I don’t get this out I’ll regret it.” She smiled, but it didn’t really reach her eyes. “I might even regret opening my mouth come morning, but I don’t care right now, Rowdy.”
I held the neck of my beer bottle in my hand and looked into her eyes.
“I care about you so much.”
My heart jackknifed in my chest. “I care about you too, Cassandra.”
She shook her head. “No,” she said and stopped speaking for long seconds. “I mean I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes because I know I can’t have you.”
And right there everything else stopped. There wasn’t anything else that mattered in the world aside from what Cassandra had just said.
Chapter Four
Cassandra
He probably hated me about now. I never should have told him that I love him. The alcohol had completely taken away my filter, and now I didn’t know what to do. He cared about me. That was so sweet but not what I wanted. I wanted more than to be cared for. I’d have even gone for him feeling desire, or something else. Instead, he cared for me.
How lame was that? Some women may like to think of a man caring for them—not me. Rowdy was not the kind of man to fuck a woman he cared about. He cared about his sister.
“Just forget I even said anything. It was really silly of me.”
“No.” He stopped me from moving by holding my arms and making me sit back down on the bed.
Why did we have to be in this room, in private? It was like everything I couldn’t have, and he was taunting me with it.
“Look, I know you’ll never feel the same way about me, and that just sucks.” I stared everywhere but at him. I don’t want to stare at him in case I broke down in tears.
The alcohol had given me a delightful buzz, and now I wished I’d gone home. Partying was way overrated.
“Will you calm down?” he asked, and I didn’t even realize I’d been waffling on.
“I’m sorry.”
“Cassandra, when I say I care about you, it means everything. I don’t even think you realize what that means.”
Staring at him, I didn’t know what to say. When it came to Rowdy I was always confused.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You smile, and just to see it, it lights up my whole world. I’ve never been attracted to anyone more than I am with you.”
“Rowdy?”
“No, let me finish. The way you make me feel, if Eric—your father—was to know, he’d murder me.”
I couldn’t help it, I cupped his face and slammed my lips against his. I didn’t give him time to think about my father, or anything else. I only cared about what the two of us wanted together.
Flicking my tongue across his lips, I moaned as he dived back in again, deepening the kiss. Rowdy took over, controlling the kiss. He wrapped my hair around my fist and started to pull back on the strands. I moaned as the bite of pain rushing through my body from that tug.
“Baby, what the fuck are you doing to me? If Eric catches us, we’re screwed.”
“I don’t care. I only want you. Please, please,” I begged.
I don’t mind begging, in fact, I like it.
He tilted my head back and claimed my lips again, only this time he was much more bruising in his demand. I closed my eyes, basking in his tongue as he flicked it across my lips and I opened up for him.
“You have the sweetest fucking lips I’ve ever tasted.”
My pussy was on fire, and I knew that I wanted him to kiss and lick somewhere else. I couldn’t control all of these thoughts, and he was only serving to turn me on even more. I wanted him so bad.
The hand in my hair moved down, and his fingers stroked over my collarbone and then down to my nipple. I blushed as my nipple grew erect. My pussy was so slick, and even though I’m a virgin, I wasn’t afraid. I wanted Rowdy to be my first, and my only.
I loved him with my whole heart, and there was no way any other man would compare to him. In truth, I didn’t want to find another man. I only wanted him.
“I’ve tried to ignore you, Cassandra. I can’t do it anymore.”
He slipped his fingers inside my cardigan, going inside the shirt and tugging it down. I was wearing a plain white lacy bra. I had thought the white was sexy, but now I only saw it as pure, innocent. I didn’t want him to look at me, thinking about innocence. I wanted him to tear my clothes off.
Standing up, I took charge, removing my cardigan, shirt, and bra. I stood before him with my tits hanging free. I knew I’ve been gifted with large tits, and seeing the hungry look in his eyes, I knew it was a gift he’d treasure. Taking hold of his hand, I placed it against my breast.
“I want you, Rowdy.”
“Fuck, baby, I want you too. I want you so much.” He stood up, sinking his fingers into my hair.
He claimed my lips, making me moan his name, wanting more.
Sliding my hand down his chest, I didn’t stop until I grasped his cock and we both moaned. He’s big. Bigger than I thought he would be. And my mouth watered.
Be confident.
Take what you want.
Sinking to my knees, I started to unbutton his jeans.
“Cassandra, if you do this, there’s no turning back.”
I continued to open his pants, knowing exactly what I was doing.
Rowdy
Cassandra doesn’t have the first clue what she’s doing to me. The way she lowered to her knees before me was enough to send me close to orgasm. Her hot virgin body wanted me, and tonight, she was going to get me. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to fuck her.
Maybe I should have stopped this, bu
t the alcohol was flowing, I was feeling good—I know she was too—and I didn’t want this to end.
In that moment I didn’t give a fuck about Eric or anyone else. I wanted what I wanted, and that was being with Cassandra.
She unbuttoned my pants and lowered them down to my knees, releasing my cock. I groaned as she wrapped her fingers around my length and started from the tip going down to the base, then back up again. She worked my dick for several seconds before putting her mouth over my cock.
She knew exactly how to get me worked up.
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of my cock, and I cursed as she licked it up and swallowed it back down. I watched her throat working, and I knew I was going to be coming inside her mouth soon.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I’d be fucking that virgin cunt, making it completely mine.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled her up so that she stood in front of me.
I was going to hell for what I have planned for her. There was no doubt about it.
Cassandra was so sweet, and she deserved someone better than me: someone who doesn’t get off on fighting.
But I sure as fuck was not going to stop this. I couldn’t.
I tore at her jeans, jerking them down her legs, tugging her pristine, virginal white panties along with them. When she was totally naked, I finished removing the last of my clothing, needing to be as naked as her.
I cupped her waist with one hand and with the other, I slid it between her thighs to discover her soaking wet pussy.
“Are you a dirty girl, Cassandra? Did sucking my dick turn you on?”
I was being a filthy fucking bastard with her.
“Yes.” She released a sigh, opening her thighs even more.
I groaned, unable to hold back as I move farther down and circled that virgin entrance.
I didn’t push inside her. When I took her virginity, I wanted it to be with my dick and to feel her stretched around me.
Moving my fingers up, I started to tease her swollen clit.
“Has anyone touched you here?”
“No, just me.”
“What have you been thinking about when you touch yourself?” I asked.
“You. I think about you the whole time that I do it.” She shook a little, and I closed my eyes, imagining her in bed, thighs spread, wanting me.
There had been many nights I’d gone home, fucking my fist to images of her. Nothing would ever compare with the real thing though, and Cassandra was real, right now.
Spinning her around, I pushed her to the bed, spreading her thighs. Sinking to my knees this time, I opened the lips of her pussy and stared at her. She was so wet and her clit so swollen. Flicking my tongue across it, we both moaned at the same time. Cassandra jumped a little as I teased her clit. The sounds she made, the noises, it was so fucking hot. I wanted to keep her like this.
“You’re so damn wet for me, baby.”
She only made a soft sound of need.
Damn, just thinking about all the times she was at the gym, watching me, wondering if she’d been wet, had my cock jerking. I couldn’t even describe what that did to me, what she was doing to me.
Pre-cum ran in a long stream out of the tip of my shaft. I didn’t want anything between us, but I also wanted this to be protected between us. We didn’t need any little Rowdy’s running around.
“I need to be inside of you bare, baby.” I groaned and lick her clit again. “I’m clean—”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Good, because I’m going to want to claim this cherry bareback.”
She gasped, and I glance up at her.
“Once I fill you with my spunk, I’m going to want to see it staying inside you.”
“You’re so dirty,” she said on a breath.
“You’ve not seen nothing yet.”
Cassandra had woken a monster inside me, and now it was only her that could tame me. After tonight, she was going to belong to me.
Chapter Five
Cassandra
This was really happening.
Rowdy was between my thighs, licking my clit, and giving me the best experience of my life. I might be tipsy, but I sure as hell knew what I was doing, and who I was doing it with.
Rowdy flicked over my clit, sliding the muscle down to tease my pussy hole, and having me gasp in pleasure. He didn’t push his tongue inside of me, and I wanted to beg him to do it.
“Rowdy, I need you.”
“Fuck, I’ve got be inside you.”
“Yes,” I moaned out.
“You want me stretching this virgin cunt, taking your cherry as mine?”
I could only nod.
He gave my pussy one last lick before moving up the bed and kissing me hard. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and found it highly arousing.
He moved down and ran his tongue over my nipples, and I looked down to watch him do the act. I wanted his cock inside me, wanted him to possess me in all ways.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
I could only nod.
He reached down and took hold of his dick. I couldn’t look away.
I didn’t want to.
“Fuck, I want you,” he groaned against my temple.
The scent of his alcohol-laced breath turned me on even more. I knew we probably should have stopped seeing as we both had been drinking, but I was with it, and I could tell he was too.
But I wanted to make sure.
“Rowdy,” I said his name softly and he instantly stopped and looked at me.
“You know what you’re doing, right?”
He didn’t answer for a second but then groaned deeply. “Yeah, and I’m going to fucking get hell from it from your old man, but I can’t stop, Cassandra.”
I exhaled in relief. Okay, yeah, he was right here with me. “I don’t want to stop either.”
He kissed me softly, but I wasn’t fooled. Rowdy had been a dirty boy with me, and I wanted more.
“Fuck me. Take my virginity.”
He rubbed his cock between my slit, up and down, teasing me, and rubbing my clit with every upstroke. I gripped his huge biceps and dug my nails into his flesh.
I was on fire, and the only person who could put it out was this fighter, the guy I was in love with but could never actually tell.
“Your virgin cunt is going to be mine,” he moaned. “I’m going to own the fuck out of it.”
I gasped at his hot, crass words.
“Tomorrow when you sit down you’ll feel how sore your pussy is and remember why.”
He pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy and stared into my eyes for only a second. And then he slammed every single inch of his thick, wide cock inside me in one fluid motion.
The pain shocked me at first, and I couldn’t deny that the stretch and fill of his cock in me had tears pricking my eyes.
“God,” he groaned but didn’t start moving in me. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern clear in his voice.
I nodded, even if right now it was shocking, to say the least.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so damn sorry.”
I shook my head. “Just start moving, Rowdy.” I needed to feel him thrusting in and out of me.
He made this gruff sound, and after a second he did what I asked. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I dug my nails deeper into his flesh. The pain started to dissipate, and this pleasurable sensation filled me.
“Please tell me this is at least starting to feel good, baby.”
He thrust in me, and he hit something deep, something that had this erotic feeling consuming me. “Yes,” I managed to say.
He wrapped his arms around me, held me close, and really started thrusting in and out. He was slow but thorough.
I swore I felt his cock jerk inside of me right before he groaned. He was so big, so thick and long, I felt every inch of him filling me. My pussy was stretched so wide, and I was so full.
It wasn’t just the pleasure that was rising in me that made me fe
el 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.
Chapter Six
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.
