by Lara Swann
My cock starts to harden against the barely-there towel, and my lips lower to hers, nibbling and teasing as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“But…” She starts, even as she’s kissing me back. Even as she’s pressing against my crotch and making me groan with anticipation.
I ease back just enough to let her speak, ignoring the longing to throw her back on the bed and drive her speechless
I want this time to be deliberate.
I can see the confusion written across her face, even as I’m pretty sure she’d rather I take the throwing her on the bed option and leave this conversation hanging over us.
“I’m…I don’t understand, Josh.” She says, uncertain. “What about…what happens when we get back?”
The question she’s been thinking about all day, I’m pretty certain - especially since she relaxes, just a little, after finally voicing it out loud.
“I don’t know, Cassie.” I answer honestly, but try and appear unconcerned about it. “This whole week has been…different. I’m not sure either. But, I don’t know - why don’t we wait until we’re back, to see what happens then.”
It’s not really an answer, but it’s the best I have. I don’t know what’s going to happen, and I don’t think now is the right time to work it out. Not with her family all around and what she thinks this week is all about to confuse everything.
She hesitates a moment, but I know she’ll agree.
All either of us really wants right now is to delay it. A mutual understanding that we don’t need to worry about it now. That we can continue being…whatever the hell we’re being right now.
And do the thinking later.
“Okay.” She finally nods. “We’ll…see what happens when we get back, then.”
“And continue doing this now?” I grin at her, my mouth playing over hers again as I start backing her up to the bed. She goes easily, and I can already tell how eager she is. “Might as well have a little fun while we’ve got the chance, hmm?”
She moans in response, and I’m done talking.
I pick her up easily in my arms, and finally get to throw her onto the bed, watching as she lands on her back with a cry of surprised laughter.
My towel has fallen away in the process, and she’s left staring at me in all my raw, exposed glory.
I give her my best cocky smile and watch as her eyes dilate, her breath hitching slightly.
I move my hand from my hip as she watches, taking my thick shaft in my fist and slowly starting to stroke it. My biceps bulge with the motion, and I know what seeing my firm hand around my cock does to women. Cassie is no exception, except she actually acts on it - her legs spreading and her own hand creeping down under her jeans.
I moan at the sight of it, at the tempting hint of what’s happening under there, knowing her juices will be flowing freely now, and hearing those little gasps and noises as she starts to enjoy herself as well. Her eyes are fixated on me, partly fascinated by my own motion, and partly challenging me to join her.
It’s not an invitation I can pass up for long, and as my cock starts to throb hard in my grip, I nudge closer towards her on my knees.
“You’ve got…entirely too many clothes on.” I say, guttural and intense.
“D’you think?” She asks, in a sweet voice that almost makes me question those hot, fuck-me eyes.
I smile dangerously, coming forward to land over her, my mouth on her lips, her throat, her chin.
“Let me help you with that, baby.” I murmur, my tongue and lips making her start gasping against me.
“I…don’t like…you calling me baby.” She breathes, but she’s kissing my neck now too, trying to press up against me and feel more.
“Mm, well…I like it.” I say, distracted by the indent just above her collarbone, and the way she shivers every time I breathe over it.
“Fucking…asshole.” She mutters, her hips coming around mine now, before I’ve even started tackling her clothes.
“That’s what…you wanted, right?” I laugh against her, and barely catching her flipping me off before my mouth dips lower.
A thrill ripples through me at the banter. The kind of thing we’ve always shared. Just…not usually during sex.
Somehow, it makes it even better.
I slip open the buttons on her top as my mouth reaches it, her firm breasts pressing through and up against me and the delicate lacy bra she’s wearing exposing them perfectly. I groan at the sight, and barely manage to finish with the buttons before I’m ripping the top off and kissing and nibbling the top of those beautiful tits.
She gasps, and then she’s reaching behind to unhook her bra and throw it off too, thrusting her chest up into my face and practically demanding more.
I’m only too happy to oblige, and my mouth finds one nipple a moment later, while my hand strokes and teases the other. I suck hard, groaning at how good it feels, my cock full and pulsing against her while I make her gasp and squeal under me.
She wriggles under me, and then I feel her shimmying out of her jeans and kicking them off. I chuckle even as I roll her tits in my fingers and she gasps up at me.
“I’m…doing…a better job with the clothes than you.” She mutters.
“I’m a little…distracted.” I grunt in response, caught between amusement and desire.
My tongue and mouth flick between her breasts, my hands running down her soft, delicate skin and the feel of it driving me crazy with need.
She bucks up against me, and I can feel the wetness of her entrance against my hard, aching cock.
“Fuck…I want you.” I groan as I press myself against her, remembering just how fucking good she felt last night.
Looking down this time and seeing her bright, hot eyes looking up at me. Aware and wanting this. Wanting me.
“Then…fucking…take me.” She gasps, her pulse jumping in her throat as I growl in response.
I’m done with the niceties - with the idea of a slow tease or drawn out pleasure.
I know exactly what I want, and I’ve waited too long today to get it.
I position myself right in front of her, then grab her hips and slam inside.
She feels amazing. Blissful. Wet and tight and so perfect as she cries out and stretches to accommodate me.
I lean down to kiss her, not letting up for a moment now, and from the look on her face that’s the last thing she’d want.
I ravage her mouth with mine as my hands pull her into me, fucking her hard and fast and making her cry out again and again. I can feel her pussy trying to grip hold of me, trying to pull me in and suck me deeper, and I don’t even give it a chance, letting the burn of friction between us drive us both higher.
She’s gasping and crying now, moaning desperately as she clutches at my shoulders and urges me on - higher, faster, harder. Everything I want and more.
I take her breasts in my hands, teasing and playing with the hard, sensitive nubs as I feel the build inside me, as my cock throbs with the need I’ve been trying to ignore all day and I can’t stop thinking that I’ve got her. I’ve got Cassie.
She’s underneath me. Taken. Owned. Possessed.
Everything I want, right here.
“Cassie…god…fuck it…”
I’m muttering anything that comes into my head now, and I hear the same on her lips. My name. Again and again as I don’t let up. I tilt my hips, just a little, and it makes every hard thrust bump up against her clit. She gasps, her eyes opening wide as she looks up at me, and I grin devilishly back at her.
“Josh…ohhh…” She moans and it goes right through my body.
My cock pulses hard inside her, and I can feel myself on the edge. Wanting her there too. Wanting to feel her go over with me, to have her clenching around my cock.
I lean down and take her breast in my mouth, suckling hard and tugging at her other tit with my hand.
She cries out, and it breaks in the middle, her hips thrusting up to meet me and our bodies bump
ing together.
“Come for me, damn it.” I mutter, demanding and relentless as she writhes against me.
And, somehow, that’s what does it.
I hear her fly over that edge, screaming my name as her pussy clenches tight around me. That’s all I need to let go, to loosen the tight control I’ve been holding onto for what feels like far too long.
The stress and worry and fear of the day disappear into one endless explosion, as I bury my cock deep inside her and let it all go. Pleasure washes through me, relief and release and a bone-deep contentment as every part of me gives way to that intense wave of lust.
My body weakens a moment later, and I feel my limbs loosen as I try not to collapse against her. I let myself fall to the side, our bodies breaking apart again, and try to catch my breath.
“Fucking hell.”
It takes me a moment to realize that didn’t come from me, and then I glance to the side, blearily, at Cassie beside me.
The look of pure blissed-out satisfaction on her face gives me a buzz I’ve never felt before, and I reach over to take my hand in hers. Her head rolls over to look at me, and she gives me a loose grin, squeezing my hand.
“I…needed that.” I say, my voice still rough and deep.
She grunts in agreement, and then I can’t help it. Even spent and exhausted, my mind still drifting, I roll towards her again. Take her head in my hand, and press my lips against hers.
She sighs softly into me, and then her body is tangled with mine again. Not doing anything. Not quite yet. But moving just a little, just a hint of how much more she could want.
To my surprise, my cock gives a half-hearted twitch of interest too, and I take a moment, just breathing her in.
My recovery time is not usually nearly that quick. I kiss her again, and when she moans at the end of it, I give her a slow smile.
“That was…hard and fast.” I murmur. “How about…this time…we take it slow?”
She moans again, pressing into me and nuzzling against my neck as she nods her agreement.
This time my cock’s response lasts just a little bit longer, and I sigh in appreciation as we start kissing.
Long, and slow, and tender. Our bodies come together, touching gently and unable to help ourselves, even while we’re still recovering. I smile again, warmth spreading through me.
Maybe I will get that ‘unable-to-stop, fucking-for-hours’ thing after all.
Chapter Thirteen
Cassie
I wake up the next morning stiff, aching and sore as fuck.
In all the best ways.
I stretch out slowly, savoring the feel of it as my body reminds me of all the sensuous pleasure of…probably only a few hours ago.
The sun is creeping in under the blinds, and I’ve no idea what time it is, but I can’t say I even feel tired.
Just…sated.
Warm and satisfied.
Josh stirs beside me, and I slip out of bed just a little reluctantly - if I let myself roll into his arms again, there’s a risk we’ll be really late to breakfast this morning.
I moan a little at the way my pussy tightens and clenches as I get up, my thighs aching as I walk towards the bathroom.
Then I catch sight of myself in the full-length mirror and have to stop entirely.
I run my hands down my smooth, sensitized body, my eyes dancing at the thoroughly over-sexed look I’ve got this morning - my eyes dilated and hot, my hair and makeup mussed, and the sensuous curve to my lips that I didn’t even realize I had.
Not to mention the marks.
Oh my god.
I lift a hand to the love bite on my neck, thick and purpling beautifully…then gently stroke over the faint fingerprint-sized bruises on my tender, aching breasts…skimming the almost identical pattern on my hips…and my thighs.
Wow.
We were rough last night.
Another thrill runs through me, straight to my thoroughly used and stretched center, and somehow I find myself getting wet. Again.
That was how this whole thing started. Well, one of the reasons.
Josh steps up behind me, making me jump as he wraps his arms around me and meets my eyes in the mirror, a similar lascivious smile on his face.
I lean back into him with a soft sigh, enjoying the warmth of his body - until it stiffens against me.
“Fuck.” Josh stares at me in the mirror. “Did I do that? Shit, I’m sorry Caz…”
I laugh and shake my head, turning in his arms to wrap my hands around his neck.
“Don’t be. It’s awesome.” I touch the love bite on my neck and grin. “I love next-day reminders.”
He gives me a skeptical look for just a moment, and then looks down at my body again, his hand following mine to touch every mark he’s left. Heat flickers in his eyes and then he’s kissing me again - warm and sweet and with both of us laughing, just a little.
“I forgot about that.” He says, eyes sparkling. “All those times you’ve tried to show off the evidence of your conquests.”
“Only because you never believed they’d actually happened.” I point out, finally twisting out of his arms and heading into the bathroom.
I hope there will still be something left by the time we get down to breakfast.
“I just never saw where you found the time.” He says lightly, following me.
I turn in the doorway, giving him a wide smile. “You always make time for the really important things in life, Josh.”
And then I shut the door, very deliberately.
“Hey!” He objects, calling through it. “You’re walking around naked, I’ve spent hours feeling every part of you and now you decide to be modest, Caz?” He calls from behind the door.
“I just know what will happen if I get into this shower where you can see me.” I retort.
He pauses. Then…
“Oh fucking hell. And you just had to leave me with that thought, hey?” I hear him walk back towards the bedroom, and his voice becomes too muffled to make out.
I grin to myself, and jump into the shower, forcing myself to make quick work of it instead of lingering and enjoying myself the way I want to. Or changing my mind and inviting Josh to join me.
I catch myself humming as I do, and surprise myself with how much I’m enjoying this.
The banter between us feels just the same as it always has. We’ve always had this irreverent attitude towards talking about sex. It’s just that this time…the sex we’re talking about is with each other.
Which feels a little weird, but…not in a bad way. Not in a bad way at all.
I’m still not sure what to make of it, or exactly what we’re doing, but I think Josh has the right idea - we’re never going to work out just what is going on between us until we’re back home. Away from my family.
And…finished with this fake relationship.
I frown a little at that, still puzzling over my reaction as I get out of the shower and leave the bathroom for Josh.
I call out a short reminder to be quick, he makes some not-so-subtle comment about what I think he might be doing in there, and I root around for fresh clothes with a smile playing at my lips.
This close to the end of the trip, it’s getting harder to find them, but I manage to be dressed before Josh comes out - much to his disappointment, from the look he gives me.
I laugh, and he walks over to me anyway, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.
“You’re still wet.” I wrinkle my nose at him.
“I was hoping you would be.” He gives me an arch look, and I hit his chest lightly, before my hand comes up to tousle in his wet hair.
Fuck, he looks gorgeous like this.
“You really need to stop saying things like that.” I say. “We have to stop this - at least out there.”
I pull away from him to make my point, and he slaps me on the ass. I turn to glare at him, but he’s already looking away with mock innocence, and I just laugh.
I hav
en’t felt this easy and relaxed with any of the guys I’ve slept with, for longer than I can remember.
But then this isn’t just a guy I’ve slept with. This is Josh.
Still feels weird.
“I mean it, you know.” I say, leaning against the wall and watching as he starts getting dressed. “We’re leaving tomorrow - we should be at each others’ throats by now, make it obvious what’s coming. Especially after yesterday - we can’t exactly leave here with them still thinking we’re together.”
Can’t we?
I dismiss that errant thought, and Josh stills as he finishes shrugging on his t-shirt, giving me a look that I almost think says exactly the same thing.
I shrug it off. That was never any part of the plan.
“We can do that.” He says, and that momentary impression disappears as he walks over to me with a reassuring smile. “It’ll be fine. I’ve given them plenty of reasons to be glad when we split up.”
He kisses me, teasing my lips with his as he starts listing them.
“No children…no job…rude…and arrogant…dismissive…”
That shouldn’t be sexy. It really shouldn’t be.
But his touch affects me quicker than I can believe, and I find myself getting turned on just by that casual intimacy. The easy way he describes all the ways they’ll be glad he’s gone.
I kiss him back, deepening it for one brief moment, before stepping away and trying to shake off the haze of lust.
“Josh…” I complain, even though I don’t exactly want him to stop.
For once, he listens, holding up his hands and backing away.
“Okay, okay.” He grins at me. “We’ll dial up the tension. I told you, babe, I’m a good actor - you’ll probably actually be as pissed off with me as they are, by the end.”
“Okay that I believe - wouldn’t be hard.” I laugh, giving him a sweet smile as he scowls at me. “Though…it is meant to be you doing the breaking up. What should I be doing to provoke that?”
He returns my sweet smile with a cocky one of his own, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before heading for the door.
“Oh, I don’t think you need to worry about that, Caz.” He says over his shoulder, laughing. “You infuriate me enough without even trying - I’m sure I can think of a dozen reasons I might call it quits.”
