“I’m going to make sure you never think about him again,” Blaine growled, sliding his hand inside her panties.
She let her head drop back. What had she been saying?
Oh, right.
“But when I showed her my beaver costume, she told me it wasn’t what she’d had in mind. Apparently beavers are not sexy animals. Unlike, say, bunny rabbits.”
“A beaver is more original.”
“That’s what I said. She vetoed the buck teeth, though. I guess I can see her point.”
“You’d look sexy in anything.”
“Well, it’s only you who thinks that.”
But one day, she would find someone else who saw her the same way. Someone who hadn’t crushed her heart to gravel.
He slipped two fingers inside her, thrust them in and out.
Someday, she would find someone else who could touch her like he did.
Someone who wasn’t so mean that he removed his fingers—yet again—when she was getting close.
He pushed her to her knees. “Open your mouth and take me inside. Then I’ll touch you again.”
“Asshole,” she muttered.
“You like it.”
True. Her heart beat faster as he ordered her around.
She’d missed this.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock through the opening in his boxers. He was already hard for her, which gave her a thrill of satisfaction. She swirled her tongue around the head as she squirmed against the cold tile floor. She desperately needed to get off.
But she would do exactly as he said.
She wrapped her hand around the base, pumping up and down, then wrapped her lips around him. His fingers sifted through her hair as she sucked on him. He didn’t pull her hair, like he sometimes had. This time, it was simply affectionate.
She took him deeper. She did love to have her mouth full of him.
He groaned. She had so much power over him, even if she was the one on her knees.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that. Look at yourself in the mirror.”
She glanced to the right. The closet doors were mirrors, and there she was, kneeling on the ground, her lips around his cock.
It was so fucking hot.
And then she ruined the mood by bursting into laughter.
He pulled her hair, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed.
“I’m a beaver,” she said, “and I have wood in my mouth.”
His lips twitched, but he seemed determined not to laugh.
“Take off your costume,” he said. “I want a naked woman sucking my cock, not a beaver. That sounds dangerous.”
“I also had a log. I whittled one end to a point so it looked like it had been cut by a beaver.”
“Cassie—”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take off my clothes.”
Still on her knees, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, followed by her bra. A pretty one, like her panties, just in case she’d gotten somewhere with Johnny tonight. Not Blaine.
Although she couldn’t deny that she’d been thinking about him as she put on the underwear earlier. Whenever she thought of anything sexual, she always thought of Blaine. She couldn’t help it.
She stood up and toed off her boots. Next she slid her shorts—beaver tail and all—to the floor, followed by her leggings and her panties. He didn’t help her, just watched, his arms crossed over his chest, his cock jutting out of his pants.
“Okay?” she said.
He took off her headband and threw it aside. “More than okay. As you well know.” He pulled her toward him, eyes blazing. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Even though she was rather average looking and far from slender, she truly believed that’s how he saw her.
His hands firm on her shoulders, he dipped his mouth and kissed her, his cock bumping against her stomach. She shut her eyes and took in the sensations, until he forced her to her knees again.
She glanced at the two of them in the mirror as she wrapped her hand around his erection. Now she was naked on the floor before him, and he was fully dressed, his hand holding her where she belonged.
She shuddered.
She squeezed her hand up and down, and a bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock.
“Lick it,” he said, and she did.
And then she took him in her mouth, as much as she could, until she felt like she would gag, before pulling back. She kept her hand around the base as she sucked him in and out, and she couldn’t help but writhe in frustration. She felt empty. His hand tightened in her hair, and he moved her head up and down on his cock.
“That’s good,” he said. “Yes. Just like that. Take all of it. You missed this, didn’t you?”
His expression was cool and hard, but there were still the faint groans, the tightness of his hand in her hair—and, of course, his erection—to tell her that he liked this very much.
“Have you sucked off another man since you were with me?”
She released him with a pop. “No.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since me.”
It was not a question. It was a statement. But it was incorrect.
“I have,” she said. “It’s not like you ruined me for all other men.”
“No?”
His cock bobbed in front of her face, slick with his pre-cum and her saliva.
The truth was, he had ruined her. The two times she’d had sex in the past year hadn’t been anything like what she’d wanted.
Because she wanted exactly what Blaine gave her.
Just…not with him.
“No,” she said, trying to sound sure of herself. “I’ve had sex since you left me, and I enjoyed it just fine.” Anger began to spread through her. “Are you mad that I didn’t remain faithful to a man who walked out on me? You’ve no right.” She squeezed his dick, and his eyes rolled back.
“I’m not mad.” He was breathing harshly. “But I’m not going to pretend I like it. And I’m not going to pretend that I don’t know it wasn’t as good as it was with me.”
“Is that what you say to all your women?” She ran her tongue up his shaft. “You’re so full of shit.”
“You need a good hard fucking to get your head on straight. To shut that impertinent mouth of yours.”
“You’re not supposed to use words like ‘impertinent’ when you’re getting a blowjob. And if you think I need a good fucking, then why don’t you give it to me?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you. But not until I see my cum dribbling out of your mouth.”
She parted her lips, and he shoved his cock inside. She sucked him quickly, her pussy clenching with each bob of her head. She slipped one hand between her legs to touch her clit. After all, there was no reason she couldn’t get off now, too. But he jerked her wrist away.
“No,” he said. “You focus only on me.”
The hard, satiny skin of him filled her mouth, but she couldn’t focus just on him—need was building between her legs as she sucked.
But since he’d told her to stop, she didn’t touch herself again.
He squeezed her shoulder. That’s what he always did before he came in her mouth. A moment later, warm liquid flooded her, and she tried to swallow as much as possible. But she didn’t worry too much about getting it all.
Because he liked to see it leaking down her chin.
“That’s so fucking pretty,” he said, pulling back from her face. He used his thumb to wipe some of his cum from her lips, sliding it into her mouth before tucking himself back into his pants. “Now let’s celebrate my first blowjob in more than a year by having some wine.”
Dammit. He wasn’t going to get her off yet.
And then the rest of what he’d said registered.
“You haven’t done that since you left me?”
He shook his head. “In the past two years, the furthest I got with a woman—other than you—was a single kiss.�
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Chapter Six
Blaine’s revelation shocked Cassie. He hadn’t been with anyone else in all this time?
The man was pretty damn attractive. He had Justin Trudeau’s hair. And seriously, didn’t women love Justin Trudeau’s hair? Okay, he didn’t seem as friendly and charming as the Prime Minister, but she would have thought there’d have been at least one or two women.
“I only wanted you,” he said.
“And yet it took you sixteen months to come for me.” Not that she was counting.
Okay, yes, she was counting.
“Can we talk about that later?”
She nodded. She would get answers out of him, but they had all weekend. She reached for her T-shirt, which was lying on the floor by the closet, but Blaine shook his head.
“I thought we were having wine?” she said.
“Yes. You will be naked while we drink it.”
“And you’ll be fully clothed?”
“Precisely.”
“That hardly seems fair.”
“Nothing in life is fair,” he said. “As I told you before.”
She ground her teeth. “We should at least strive for fairness, don’t you think?”
“Not when it comes to this.”
She pouted for a moment before standing up.
“I have blueberry wine.” He walked into the kitchen, and she followed. “My mother went to Vermont recently, and she brought some back for me.”
“Blueberry wine is sweet, isn’t it? I’ve already had more than my share of sugar today.”
“Chocolate dip donuts at Tim Hortons?”
“No. Candy at the Halloween party.”
He smiled as though her comment was quite amusing, then pulled the bottle out of the cupboard. “The label says it’s dry wine. I have to confess, I rarely drink wine, and this is the only bottle I have. Is it okay? We could drink scotch, if you prefer.”
“The wine sounds good.”
He pulled out two wineglasses as she looked around the kitchen. The house was older, but the kitchen had been redone. There was a large island in the center with a black countertop.
He brought the bottle over to the island and started pouring. Seeing the direction of her gaze, he said, “The contractor called it black granite, which made me cringe. So-called black granite is usually gabbro.”
She laughed. “Did you tell him that?”
“Of course. He was not interested in my professional opinion.”
He handed her a glass, and she had a sip. It was fruity but not sweet.
“Mmm. I like this,” she said.
He clinked his glass against hers. “Cheers to us.”
She had no idea how to respond. She didn’t want to be with him, not anymore. She was only here for the weekend.
It had been such an odd day. Six hours ago, she’d gotten off work. Then she’d gone to a Halloween party dressed as a beaver and kissed Johnny. And now she was standing in the kitchen of a man she’d thought she’d never see again, naked and drinking blueberry wine.
Suddenly very conscious of her nudity, she covered her breasts with one arm.
“Oh no. We can’t have that,” Blaine murmured. He stepped toward her and moved her arm down to her side. “I’ve never had a naked woman in this house before. I need to get the full experience.”
She clenched her thighs together, need pooling between her legs once more. “You are welcome to take advantage of that naked woman whenever you like.”
“I’ll make her wait. Just a little. I’m still recovering from a most excellent blowjob.” He slipped his hand between her legs and ran his finger once over her slit. But nothing more.
“You’re a jerk,” she said.
“I thought you already knew that.”
“I did. I just felt the need to remind you.”
“I’m not really a jerk. Most of the time. Which I hope to show you this weekend.”
He pressed his lips to hers, the taste of him mingling with the blueberry wine. It was intoxicating.
Of course, he drew away a moment later. Because he was an ass.
“How long have you lived here?” she asked.
“Only three months. I still have a little unpacking to do. Would you like a tour?”
“I feel rather uncomfortable walking around your house without any clothes on.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage. Don’t worry. All the curtains are closed.”
He led her into the living room, where there was a fireplace, a couch, a couple of chairs, a TV, and several bookcases. It was surprisingly warm and homey. She wandered over to the bookshelves, glass of wine in hand. One bookshelf was fiction. The second was non-fiction. The third had a few more rows of non-fiction—mostly science—as well as one shelf of fossils and one of vibrant green rocks.
“What do you collect?” she asked.
“The green mineral is malachite. It’s my favorite mineral.”
“You have a favorite mineral?”
“Don’t you?” He chuckled before handing her a piece of polished malachite. It had concentric bands of different shades of green. “It’s very distinctive. I think it’s quite pretty. It makes me think of a rainforest.”
After she put the stone back, he dipped his head and swirled his tongue over her nipple. It tightened to a stiff peak. Once again, one of his hands dropped between her legs, and he ran his finger around her entrance.
“The other shelf,” he said, still touching her casually, although he’d lifted his head from her breast, “contains ammonites. They’re an extinct mollusc with a spiral shell.”
She studied the largest specimen, but he drew her attention back between her legs when his finger pressed inside her, just barely.
“They’re a type of cephalopod,” he continued, “and—”
“Blaine. Shut up.”
“Language, darling.”
“Are you more interested in fossils than my pussy? That’s what it feels like.”
“Then I gave you the wrong impression. I am most interested in pissing you off and then fucking your brains out. I thought you liked playing by my rules?”
Oh, she did like it, this dance of theirs. And she knew it would be worth it in the end, even if she was annoyed with him at the moment. The thing about Blaine was that he somehow made her both submissive and insubordinate at the same time.
“I seem to have rendered you speechless,” he said. “How interesting. I should conduct a scientific study to determine what led to this miraculous event.”
When she flipped him the middle finger, he took the wineglass from her hands and set both of their glasses on a side table.
“I’m normally a quiet person,” she said. “But when I’m with you…”
She trailed off as he cupped her ass and pressed her against him.
“With you,” he whispered, “everything is exponentially better. I can still scarcely believe you’re here.”
He swept her off her feet and into his arms, and he carried her across the room to the couch. He knelt before her and parted her thighs.
“Is this what you were looking for?” He slipped two fingers inside her.
She arched back and moaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He thrust his fingers in and out, and then he added his mouth.
Oh God.
When he circled his tongue over her clit, she clutched his hair. She’d been ready for this moment for hours, since he’d fondled her in a bedroom at Jenna’s house.
His dark head bobbed between her legs. She tilted her hips toward him, wanting everything he could possibly give her. It had been far too long, and it was him, the man who’d haunted her erotic dreams, even though she didn’t want to think of him at all.
He removed his fingers and slid his tongue over her entrance, making her even wetter. He explored her with his tongue for a minute, and although his attention was all on that single part of her body, she felt it everywhere, zinging up and down.
“Blaine,” she murmured.
The two times she’d been with Leo, she’d feared she would say the wrong name. But now she could relax. There was no danger of her saying the wrong name with this man.
He looked up, his expression wicked.
“There are still cephalopods alive today. Such as…” He tilted his head. “Shall I continue?”
“With making me come? Yes, you should. Most definitely.”
He raised himself up and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you.”
She shut her eyes.
She’d told him that, once before. The day she’d begged him to give them a chance.
He hadn’t said it back, not then.
But now…
I love you.
She didn’t love him. Not anymore. But damn, she really needed him to get her off.
He slipped his fingers inside her again, curving them slightly as he flicked his tongue over her clit, and pleasure exploded through her body like fireworks. She made unintelligible sounds as she came apart in a way she hadn’t in a very long time, wiping away those thoughts of love.
She still hadn’t finished shattering when he slipped his hands under her ass and picked her up again.
“Now I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
Chapter Seven
Blaine carried Cassie upstairs. He loved having her in his arms again.
“Mmm,” she said. “I needed that. You’d deprived me for far too long.”
“But not anymore. Don’t you worry. I’ll take such good care of you that you won’t be able to walk afterward.”
“Sounds lovely.”
She looked peacefully blissed out now, not squirming and on edge as she’d been before. But he enjoyed her like that, too. When he could so easily tease and provoke her.
He’d been sated—briefly. But after watching her walk around his house in the nude, and licking her pussy until she came, he needed to be inside her.
He laid her down on his bed, in the large bedroom where he’d never brought a woman before but where he’d thought of her countless times.
“Roll onto your stomach,” he said. “Stick your ass in the air.”
She obeyed him.
He left her like that, not touching her but enjoying the view as he shed his clothes. Once those were on the floor, he walked around the bed, inspecting her from all angles. When he’d been with her before, she’d had a tan, but now her skin was pale against the brown hair that flowed down her back. Her ass was ample, enticing. He squeezed it before kneeling behind her and touching her pussy again.
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