by Cameron Dane
“Excuse me.” She pulled away from her partner, Luke, a guy she had known in high school. He happened to be a great dancing partner because she didn’t have to worry about him getting all “handsy” with her. She was one of the few people who knew that he preferred men. “I need to go check something out.” She smiled as she leaned in and pecked his cheek. “Maybe I’ll see you later?”
“I saw who you were watching.” Luke winked. “Good luck with him.”
Cassie chuckled. “Thanks.”
Cassie wedged her body through a throng of dancers and was able to just make out Connor’s big body as it disappeared into a room at the end of a long hallway. There were clusters of partygoers lining the hallway walls and a small line of people waiting to use the john, but Cassie worked her way past them without comment until she reached the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath for courage -- knowing that she was going to push at Connor in a way she never had before -- Cassie opened the door and stepped inside.
Her breath caught when she saw the shadowed image of Connor where he leaned his shoulder against a window frame, staring out at the night, brightly lit by the light of the full moon. As always, his very nearness made her tremble.
“Go away, Cassandra,” his voice rumbled from the shadows, making her start.
She stepped farther into the room.
“How did you know it was me?” He hadn’t turned when she had come in, and he didn’t do it now either.
“I always know when it’s you.”
“Oh.” Her legs turned to jelly a little bit, but she managed not to sway. “I saw you slip away,” she told him instead, her voice soft in deference to the stillness that sat like another presence in the room. “I know you don’t really like parties. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” he promised, his voice hard. He turned then, and the flatness that Cassie had witnessed so briefly in his eyes was gone. In its place was black fire. “Stay here with me much longer, Cassandra, and your entourage will begin to wonder where you’ve gone. Whose cleavage will they glue their eyes to without you in the room?”
“What?” Cassie’s hands automatically went to her breasts. She was far too shocked by his comment to be offended. A quick feel of her chest reminded her that everything was exactly the same. “What entourage? What cleavage?”
“Don’t play the ignorant girl, Cassandra, I already know how intelligent you are.” Connor’s gaze ran down the length of her body and then back up, leaving goose bumps and hardened, jutting nipples in its hot wake. “You know damn well every man in that room is aching to push those two lines of fabric aside and reveal the charms you’ve so coyly almost shown tonight by wearing that dress. You’ve certainly been flirting with enough men to make at least a few of them wonder if he’s the one who’s going to get the shot.”
Cassie sincerely doubted that. She had hardly any plumpness to her breasts to speak of, which was the only reason she could get away with wearing this dress. Besides, there were at least a dozen other women at this party who were not only sexier and more scantily dressed than she, but also happened to be drinking and flirting up a storm with most of the young, single men in attendance. Cassie had been doing neither of those things, but it was interesting that Connor thought she was.
Cassie moved in closer. She cornered Connor between a vanity, the wall it was butted up against, and her. He’d have to knock her over if he wanted to get away. She was betting on the fact that he would never touch her with violence. She suddenly knew this was her one chance to make her dream a reality. If she couldn’t be brave now, she never would be.
“Every man in the room, Connor?” she wondered. She did something she had never done with any man before, let alone this one. She tried to flirt. “Because you were in there at one point, too.”
Connor’s dark gaze narrowed to slits. “Don’t tease me, little girl. I’m not one of those eager young pups out there lapping at your heels. You push me, and you’re going to get a whole lot more than the flirtatious kisses you’re angling for right now. You toy with me, and I will scare you to death with how much I want and how much I’ll take before I’m satisfied with you.”
Cassie’s whole body became one raging inferno, and her pussy flooded with wetness at Connor’s hard words. Words that were supposed to scare her away, she guessed. All they did was make her eager to learn exactly what he meant.
“And what if I pick you, Connor?” she questioned, her voice holding steady despite the rapid thumping going on in her chest. “What if I decide that you’re the one I want to show my breasts to tonight?”
Cassie watched Connor’s gaze fall to her chest, watched his jaw tick when he noticed that her nipples were already aching points of sensitivity just waiting to be touched. His gaze slid back up to hers, and she gulped.
“Then you’d better be prepared to spread your legs and take the fucking of your young life, because I won’t be satisfied with just looking, Cassandra.” She swore his already black eyes went even darker. “I’m going to want to touch, and take, and brand. I won’t stop until you absolutely cannot take any more. Truthfully, I’m not sure I’d even be able to stop then.”
With that raw declaration that she was sure was meant to send her running to safety, Cassie took the opening for which she had waited five years to find. She reached up, pushed the ruched fabric at her shoulders down her arms, and bared her breasts to Connor.
He took a step forward but seemed to think better of it and moved back against the wall.
“You torture a wild animal, sweet girl, and you will not come out of it without some of your own blood spilled.” He wouldn’t look her in the eye, and the slight stabbed equally at Cassie’s love and irritation. “Put your clothes back on, Cassandra. Go away before you regret the impulsive choices you have made this night.”
Cassie left the top portion of her dress hanging down from her waist like suspenders, and then made the move forward that Connor seemed unwilling to make. She reached up and unsnapped the first button on his black shirt. With a hunger that she had never experienced before, she watched his Adam’s apple bob convulsively in his throat. She had never wanted anything as much as she wanted Connor Hawkins to make love to her and ease the constant need for him that lived between her legs.
“I think it is you who have regrets,” she told him as she popped open another snap, revealing a fine smattering of hair that covered his chest. She was so close she could feel his heat pushing into her airspace and raising the temperature in the room by considerable degrees. “I think you regret admitting that you desire me.”
“Desire you?” Connor growled. He closed the small distance between them, not stopping until their bodies were riding one another’s like a second skin. He snagged one arm around her waist, turning as he picked her up, and set her on the top of the vanity. He pushed the voluminous skirt of her dress up her thighs with his hands until it pooled around her waist, exposing barely-there white panties. He tore them in half at the crotch as if they were nothing more than paper and pushed the elastic up to her waist to bunch with the rest of the fabric there.
She felt utterly wanton and completely exposed.
“I am harder than I’ve ever been in my life, Cassandra.” Connor’s fingers dug into her thighs. He reached out and grabbed her hand, making her feel the thick, hot ridge in his jeans. “And I don’t know that merely coming inside of your tight little body is going to be nearly enough to make it go away.”
She caressed his cock through his jeans, loving when he squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward to brace himself against the vanity. “Connor?” she whispered huskily.
He hissed when she found the head of his sex through his jeans. “Yeah?”
“I really think you should have sex with me and give it a try.”
Connor chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan. He opened his eyes, and she almost couldn’t breathe at the intensity and fire she saw burning there.
“Good Christ, I
am absolutely certain that you are going to be the death of me,” he told her with a shake of his head. “By the same token, I absolutely cannot stop what we have started this night.”
Cassie popped the rest of the snaps open on Connor’s shirt and shoved it off his shoulders. She ran her hands all over his hard, sculpted torso and stomach, the very heat of which seared her palms. She couldn’t stop touching him and went lower until her fingers hooked over the snap of his jeans.
“Then don’t stop,” she told him, and unzipped his fly. The metal teeth sighed in the darkness as the zipper went down. His hand covered hers, and together they pushed his jeans and underwear past his hips. His hard cock jutted out thick and red and long, and the slit at the tip already had pre-cum pearling a bead there.
Connor glanced up at her then, but his gaze slid from her face to the mirror at her back, and his eyes turned flat once again.
“This makeup…” His gaze left the mirror and came back to her. “It doesn’t frighten you to be so near me in it, doing what we are about to do?”
She reached up and touched the sharp planes of his cheekbones and the harsh ridges that lined his brow.
“I know the real you,” she told him with a gentle smile. “Nothing about you could ever frighten me. The heart that beats inside of your chest is beautiful, no matter the costume you wear.”
Her legs were suddenly pushed all the way apart and hooked over the edges of the vanity.
“You do not understand, but I am a selfish bastard who aches for you right now.” He yanked her body right up to the lip of the counter until her dripping cunt was almost hanging in the air. “So I am not going to correct your mistake.”
“Please,” she begged. Connor fitted his cock to the pouting lips of her pussy. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers, pressing her lips to his for the first time. He clung there, and she felt his whoosh of breath catch against her mouth. Against his open mouth, she whispered, “Do it, Connor. I need you. Right now.”
He bit at her lips and clutched her hips, and with a growl that reverberated through his body into hers, he shoved his cock deep inside her channel, and rent her in two.
Connor stilled inside Cassandra immediately, instantly realizing the irreversible damage his foolhardy passion had done.
Chapter Six
Connor could not believe what he’d just done. What Cassandra had allowed him to do. His throbbing cock was wrapped in the tightest, hottest, most achingly wonderful cocoon he had ever been welcomed to penetrate. His shaft shrieked at him to move, to possess, to feel, but it was all he could do not to shake the woman in front of him and demand to know what foolishness she had wreaked this night.
With a control he had never exerted before, Connor did not ram Cassandra’s snug channel to the hilt and spill himself inside her body, much as the heaviness in his testicles was screaming at him to do. Instead, he clamped her head in the vice of his hands and forced her lips away from his. With a measure of space between them, he searched her grass-green gaze for trickery, or worse, pain. That would kill him. As always, the excitement of life that lived in the brightness of Cassandra’s eyes distracted him, blinded him to anything else, leaving her a mystery that he did not know how to figure out.
“Why did you not tell me that you had never lain with another?” he questioned, hating that his words exposed the rawness he was feeling inside, at least to himself. He quickly regressed to his older, formal speech patterns, a sure sign that his emotions were spilling out of his control. It was a tell that he despised hearing, as he loathed nothing more than losing control. Cassandra had a way of rubbing at his until it snapped, all of the time. “Why did you not tell me that --” He grunted when she moved her hips and delicious friction slid along the length of his buried cock. “Why did you not tell me that your body was untried?”
“I knew you wouldn’t do it if I told you.” She slid her hands through his hair then, glossing over his horns as if they were something that she saw sprouting from his head every day. Nothing had ever felt so good or right, not even her slick, tight pussy as it housed his prick. The gentle ease of her fingers as they ran through his hair and came to rest at the nape of his neck made Connor shudder.
“I didn’t want you to hold back, Connor.” She pulled his head down and pressed her lips against his again, and Connor choked back a sob that threatened to break out of his chest and expose his weakness. “I don’t want you to pull back. Yes, it is new to me, but I don’t hurt. I swear it.” She pushed against his shaft with her hips again. “Please.”
Connor slid under the tide. He no longer had the strength to hold his head above the water. He grabbed her smooth ass, holding her in place as he began. His cock sang with joy as he pushed all the way inside Cassandra’s welcoming heat until his pubic hair tangled against her mound of dark curls. Silently, his ego cried out with just as much pleasure, as her channel pulsed around him, making her mouth form a little O as she gasped in response at this new sensation of being invaded by a man.
He looked up from where their bodies joined and met her gaze.
“Cassandra, I could not separate from you now for all the gold in the world.” Then Connor slid back in and began the dance that would slowly drive them both insane.
Cassandra was losing her sanity quickly too. Up until now, her sex had only known the pleasure of her own fingers. To have Connor inside of her, stretching her sensitive pussy, was enough to drive her slightly crazy. It was so much more personal than anything she ever could have dreamed.
Connor pumped his cock in and out of her in deep, steady strokes, and each slide against the walls of her cunt radiated frissons of zinging awareness through every nerve ending in her body.
“Connor…I never knew it could feel so good.” She braced her hands against the vanity top and lifted her hips in time with his thrusts. She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her teeth together as he suddenly pistoned in and out of her hard and fast a half dozen times, driving the needs of her body in a thousand different directions that she didn’t know how to handle.
“You don’t know the half of it yet, little girl,” he promised, his eyes so bright with lust and desire it almost frightened her.
She pushed up her hips and took all of his hard cock into her body. “I’m not a little girl.”
Connor stabbed back at the same time, pushing in so deep that he nudged her core.
“You’re right,” he whispered, his voice raw and raspy, “you’re not.”
He swooped down and latched onto her breast with his mouth, and all thoughts of being afraid flew out of Cassie’s mind in order to make room for what Connor forced her to feel. He laved and licked at her flesh like a man starved, and that was more than enough to start her keening with pleasure. He sucked her distended nipple deep into his mouth, pulling and stretching as he bit at the acutely sensitive tip. She shot right off the table top and into his arms.
He molded her legs around his waist and stagger-stepped backwards, his jeans around his thighs hampering his stride. He turned then, grunting when they bumped into another piece of furniture. Before Cassie could process that it was a bed, her back hit the cool fabric of the comforter, and Connor was shoving her deep into the soft mattress with the force of his pounding.
“Oh God.” She pulled at his hair frantically. “That was so good. Do it again.”
“Do what again?” He pulled out of her hold on his hair and moved up until his face was right above hers. He leaned down and skated his lips across hers, nudging them apart with coaxing touches until she had no choice but to open up. His tongue sank inside and then pulled back, again and again, his timing lined up perfectly with the push and pull of his cock as it invaded her nether lips below. He slowed both the fucking of her mouth and the one he was doing to her body until it finally came to a stop. He panted above her, his hot breaths tingling against her swollen mouth, keeping it alive with tactile sensation.
“Give me the words, Cassandra.” The backs of his fingers
skittered over her nipples, teasing them to hard life. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
She leaned up and captured his mouth, pushing between the seam of his lips until she was inside. She swirled her tongue around his and sucked its nubby length, drawing forth a growl and a slam into the mattress as he jerked within her body.
“You won’t intimidate me with stuff like that,” she told him boldly, feeling more powerful than she ever had in her life, even as she was pinned to a bed, being taken by a man who could crush the life out of her without even breaking a sweat. She felt in control, and every inch of her body screamed at her that she was alive. “You won’t scare me with shocking suggestions or requests.”
Connor slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed over her swollen pussy lips where they were stretched to accommodate his cock, making her shiver. “Then tell me what you want me to do to you.” He took his hand away from where they were joined and brought it to his mouth. He watched her, and licked away the sheen of wetness that coated his fingers. He drank of her essence, and she had never felt more gutturally turned on by anything in her life. His gaze darkened as he sucked on his digits. “I will do nothing else until you give me the words.”
“Fuck me, Connor.”
Her cunt screamed back to life when he immediately complied.
He started that insane, mind-blowing, steady rhythm in and out of her greedy channel again. “What else?”
“Nothing, for the moment.” Cassie bit at her lip as a small series of shooting sensations radiated from her sex up through her stomach like a string on a pull toy. “Oh God,” she groaned as fire-hot nerve endings flayed her alive. “I never knew it could feel this good. Please, Connor, please. Don’t. Ever. Stop.”
