by Bekki Lynn
“Yes! Yes!”
The slap of flesh hitting flesh, the sloshing sounds of his cock flying through her wetness filled the room. And there it was, the current from cock to pussy signaling he was going to come. He stopped. She couldn’t. Waves rolled through her and need consumed her. Holding onto the vanity, she moved back and forth as hard and fast as she could, consumed with the spiraling fire driving her.
“Don’t move!”
Chapter 9
The demand in his voice stopped Cassandra. It hurt. She was too close. She shuddered. Elan groaned. He thrust and shot his load deep within her, taking her over. Sounds from the depths of her soul bounced off the wall and surrounded them as speckles of colored light floated through the darkness of her closed eyes.
His hands ran through the slickness replacing the beaded water on her back while her muscles contracted with the aftershocks. She felt her legs give way and the next thing she knew, he had her laid out on the bed with his face buried between her thighs. With her lungs straining for relief, her body spent, she was shocked when his tongue revived a need for more.
She bunched the comforter in her fists as his tongue swirled between the hot, swollen lips, flicking the sensitive tip of her clit, touching her quivering skin in his quest up her body. Under lowered lashes, she watched him, aching for his mouth to reach hers. Unable to resist, she caressed his cheek with a finger. His mouth turned into it, licking, sucking, and kissing the tip before resuming his slow trail over her skin. He ran his tongue under her breasts, teasing and torturing aching nipples wanting drawn between those soft, pliable lips. She wanted to feel him sucking her nipples, pulling on the need pipelined to her core. She needed…she gasped, letting her lashes close as his mouth latched onto an aching bud. “Harder, deeper,” she whispered.
His lips pulled and he suckled. Fire raged. She rose into him. “Oh, god, please—”
He rammed fingers into her pussy and thrust, deeper and deeper until she was sure his entire hand was inside her. She reached over her head, gripping the pillow as she arched up on her heels. Her moans came from deep inside her as she dared a glimpse at him through a haze. He swirled her other nipple with his tongue, watching her with deep, dark eyes so intense, she thought she passed through into the darkness. She met his thrusts as he set back on his knees, intent on what he was doing to her. Muscles contracted around him and his eyes closed and opened.
With his free hand, he pulled her knee out igniting spasms and latched onto her clit with his lips. Her breath caught. Her lids shut him out as she succumbed to the intense rise. He flicked the tip of the bud, and then backed off.
Cassandra groaned, but he didn’t give her time to hate him. He took her mouth with fierce hunger as he rolled them. She straddled him, taking his cock deep within her tunnel, her body moving without her telling it to. She fell forward, her hands planting on the bed as she rode up and down, trembling with each thrust as the tidal wave built and built. Her eyes roamed over his face and she saw it all mirrored in him. Intense satisfaction in their mating as two people new to one another could be. They were becoming one in every aspect of the physical sense. The communication between her body and his slammed into her and she went over in a mist of swirling lights and collapsed against him.
* * * *
Cassandra woke, shivering and reached out before she dared open an eye. The feeling of having loved and wanting more of it was all too familiar. She prayed she met male flesh and when she met warm firmness beside her instead of cold sheets, she opened one eye to peek first. Elan faced her, but his expression eluded her with the light from his nightstand right behind him. She lifted on one arm, looking around. The digital clock said it was two in the morning. “We’re still together, here, in you’re bed,” she whispered, surprised and pleased. She moved her hand over his hot flesh.
“Where else would you be?”
“Alone, my bed, aching for more,” she told him, moving closer to him. Nipping his lips, she felt his arm snake around her, pulling her closer. She lifted a leg over him and he moved her hips and slipped inside her. Her body sighed. He gave her slow, easy, deep full thrusts.
The nerves in her body came alive with a sensuous need. She caressed his cheek, ran her fingers through his hair as shudders swept through her. “Nothing, no one, has ever had my body craving what yours does. Real or not, I will savor and memorize everything about you.”
“Words of passion.”
“And truth.”
With gentle nips, he moved across her bottom lip before delving in to dance with her tongue. Their thrusts quickened as she came fully awake, amazingly aroused by the spiraling sensations, and not in the least surprised by the sudden orgasm. He held a power no one else did. She exhaled and felt her breath bounce off his chest.
He moved and she found herself on top, driving his cock deeper. “Oh,” she breathed. Fresh spasms swarmed the flesh around his shaft and she drug her palms up his chest, rubbing his nipples. She saw his skin quiver and renewed need whirled in her belly. “And they say reality is never better than fantasies,” she whispered.
He touched her lips, quieting her. “Don’t lose sight of the cause.”
She closed her eyes at the reminder this was the one night she’d have pleasure such as he’s giving her. His hands caressed and molded her breasts, sending spidery sensations through every nerve in her face. “So, good,” she mumbled. “I would never have thought sex could be this way.”
“He was not worthy.”
Her eyes flew open at his words. For a moment, she stilled, looking at him, wondering what he meant. Had she said her thoughts aloud? She frowned.
“Forget him.” He flicked the hard tips of her breasts and thrust into her.
“Who?” She matched his movements, never leaving his desire shrouded eyes.
His hands drew her down to him and his tongue washed over her nipples, his fingers skimming over her sides. She pushed down on his cock as he closed around an aching tip and suckled—moans feathered out as electricity shot through her. Her body gave a reflexive jerk and a fresh wetness surrounded his cock. She could feel it as she moved up and down. Strong, yet soft hands moved over her back, pulling her down to rest on him. He gripped her ass and held it still as he thrust upward.
Cassandra turned her face into him and ran her tongue over his ear. She felt her bottom pulled open and his finger moved over her anus, down and back up with her wetness. He massaged in circles and new sensations whirled through her midsection. She nibbled on his ear lobe, willing to let him do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop feeding the craving her body had.
He moved his shoulder and the light went out. In the pitch black, her senses intensified. His breathing, the rise and fall of his chest comforted as he probed with his finger. She ran her tongue over his jaw, stopping to mouth the strong bone. He groaned and thrust with his cock and she knew he was holding back to give her something amazing.
Elan scooped up more of her juices to use loosen her up while she found the corner of his mouth. He put the tip of his finger inside her. The odd feeling excited her. She moved back to see if he’d go deeper, he didn’t.
His fingers caressed her cheek. “Easy,” he said.
She nipped his bottom lip, teased it with the tip of her tongue and delved between them. His mouth moved over hers and the next thing she knew, she was on her back with him pounding her with his cock. She wrapped her legs around his strong thighs, her arms around his neck and their bodies met and separated with a fervor. “Oh, god! Don’t stop.”
Wildly, they moved together, the room filling with their rapid breathing, soulful moans and all of sudden he stopped and pulled out. “Oh my God! Elan!” Her hips still rose and fell with tremendous need. She grabbed at the bed, the pillow while her feet moved across the sheet in desperate hunger. The sound of a drawer opening and rummaging sounds were distant noises though he never left the bed. Familiar cellophane ripping came next and she knew it to be a condom. Then he was back
at her side. The ache pounded within her and she reached for him.
“Spoon with me,” he whispered.
Anything he asked would be fine as long as he took care of her, gave her relief. Cassandra turned her back to him and felt him move downward and his lips brushed over her shoulder. The soft touch sent shivers through her. The snap of the cap told her he’d also taken lube from the drawer. His tongue circled her ear, but his finger probing her anus distracted her. He was more intent as he played and she knew, was anxious for him to be the first to introduce her to anal sex.
The range of sensations became stronger as he worked to stretch her. The deeper he went the more pressure there was and her breath halted when the burning she’d read to expect heightened. She told herself to relax, it’d ease and he’d take her to another level. A moan escaped when she imagined him pumping his length inside her. He added another finger and another, letting her adjust.
“You can stop me anytime. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His words, his breath on her ear helped ease the tension, giving her a shared sense of trust. He circled her ear with his tongue as his fingers began to move. She blew out and inhaled to ease the pain of her lungs fighting for air movement. The feeling was so unbelievable.
“Ok?” he asked near her ear.
She ran her fingers over his cheek. “I am,” she purred.
He slipped from her and moved the head of his cock against the opening. She squirmed against him, wanting to take him in. His hand stilled her.
“Let me control entry.”
She hooked her arm back around his head, her fingers caressing his head. “I want it,” she whispered and his lips touched hers while he lubricated his sheathed cock.
He rested his hand on her hip and eased the head in where his fingers had been. It felt strange, but she took deep breaths and thought about the kisses and nips he spread over her neck and shoulder. More of him slipped inside and she inhaled, holding it.
“Breathe,” he encouraged.
Air swooshed out. “It feels strange. Good. Kiss me.” He covered her mouth, moving over it with controlled hunger. It proved to be the key to her total relaxation, because he slipped deep into her. The fullness, an odd feeling of erotic naughtiness made her feel connected to him beyond their joined bodies.
His hand slipped around and rubbed her clit. “Oh, yeah.” He slowly moved his cock in and out of her as he slipped his fingers into her fevered tunnel. He thrust in time with his hips, picking up momentum. Her head spun with the need to thrust back and to press into his hand.
She reached around and her nails bit into his flesh. “I can’t…aw…oh.” The flood of emotions ripped through her. Her ragged breath expelled with each thrust. His fingers rotated over her clit and she planted her hand in the bed beside her to avoid falling into it with the powerful need to come. “Feels…so good,” she croaked, holding back the shudders threatening to overcome her in order to prolong the new feelings. He tapped her clit. The magnitude of burning need to come pulled her to turn into his hand and he moved with her, ramming as she bucked and writhed. She hovered on the peak.
“Let it consume you. Let me consume you, my jewel,” he panted.
“Oh my god!” He pulled out until she felt only the head inside her and then he rammed it back in as his fingers danced over her clit. Her body stiffened. “Oh…oh…oh…Yes!” She convulsed and rose back onto his cock and back into his hand. He thrust and shuddered against her, emptying his shaft. She went head first down an endless, darkened water slide.
* * * *
Cassandra let herself in her apartment, distraught over the realization she’d spent most of the night with a man she didn’t know, didn’t love. And the things she did with him. Her face heated with embarrassment. She’d never done them with the man she should have been blissfully engaged to. Albeit his choice. A sob escaped her and she dropped down on the sofa. What she did was worse than Rick having a closet blowjob. She had a one-night-stand. She whored herself out, because she was consumed by…something had possessed her.
She’d grown up with her grandfather’s talk of tales and legends. Therefore, with all the strangeness she’d endured since she opened the package, the intense need she had, there was no reason not to believe the truth of what Elan told her.
She curled up around a throw pillow and the next thing she knew a loud buzzing penetrated her ears. Her alarm was going off. It couldn’t be seven already. Pushing herself up off the couch, she saw daylight peeking in around the closed blinds. She swiped her hands over her face, wishing she had a couple more hours of sleep than the two she’d gotten. Her skin was tight and dry from the tears. Sore muscles screamed at her when she stood to go turn the annoying sound off and start a bath.
The air filled with the lavender scent of the salts she added to the running water. It started to sooth the tension until she turned to the sink. “Ugh,” she said when she saw her reflection in the mirror.
Her hair was a tangled mass, and despite having slept, she looked wiped out. No wonder the cab driver, who took her back to her car, asked her if she was all right and kept staring at her via his mirror. She opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out her packet of birth control pills. At least pregnancy wasn’t a concern. Condoms hadn’t been a thought, but for the one time. How irresponsible all this made her?
Cassandra swallowed the little pill then yanked her clothes off, feeling a little peeved over the loss of her favorite, emerald green, lace thong. She gave the clothes a toss toward the hamper.
Testing the bath temperature, she sighed at the perfect warmth and stepped into the tub, easing down with a slight wince. The water stung when it hit her well-used flesh, but not for long. She turned the faucets off and settled back to let the water envelope her. “Aw, yeah,” she said as she closed her eyes. She had about a half hour before she needed to be down in the main house to start breakfast for herself and her grandfather. And, oh yeah, confront him over his part in setting her up. She didn’t know what she was going to say. She didn’t want to hurt him. He was all the family she had and he’d raised her since her parents died so it was his love which motivated him. She knew and understood the fact, but still he interfered where he shouldn’t have.
She ducked under the water, wetting her hair before shampooing and then reached for the conditioner. Running her fingers through the mass to massage it in the length, she shivered at the reminder of Elan’s fingers working with it. She turned the memories off. The last thing she needed was to go over how her body craved and reacted to him.
Feeling much like crying, she let herself slip under the water and rinsed the conditioner from her hair while she breathed in the scent meant to help her heal and willed it to work its own magic.
After minutes passed, she sat up, poured her favorite lavender vanilla body wash on her green sponge, and ran it up and down her arms, over her chest, her breasts. The feel of the fine mesh was as if Elan’s tongue was washing over it again. Lingering over her nipple, she groaned and started to lie back to enjoy it, but drew herself up. Shudders rattled her chest, and her forehead wrinkled from the sudden need to have him there with her in the bath. So, the sex was amazing. Like for him, it was a means to get her life back in order. He wouldn’t be coming around. She imagined he’d be relieved to find her gone when he woke and the confirmation of his plans intention when he found she’d been free to leave. She finished up and covered her body in loose fitting gray sweats.
The smell of frying bacon wafted through the air as she went down the steps along the back of the house and toward the back door. Its delicious odor had her stomach grumbling. She’d had one slice of pizza last night and before it, a salad for lunch. Opening the backdoor, she saw her grandfather standing at the stove. “Hey, thought it was my turn to cook?”
Without looking around at her, he said, “Good morning, Sandra. I felt like doing it today.”
“Morning,” she answered as she walked over to the coffeepot and poured herself a cup. �
��We need to talk, grandpa.”
“Make the toast, please.”
She grabbed the bread and plugged the toaster in. “I ran into Elan Takoda at Beakman’s last night.” He didn’t bat an eye as he continued stirring the scrambled eggs.
“Did you find the bracelet you wanted?”
The fact he knew about it didn’t bother her, Randy and he were friends. “Yes, I’ll show it to you later.” She retrieved a butter knife from the silverware drawer. “I understand you and Elan’s grandfather did a bit more than sit around the fire while you were there.” She waited and when he said nothing, she went on. “It seems he’s been having trouble sleeping as well—having visions similar to the ones disrupting my sleep. He spoke to a shaman about it.” This brought his head up and his pale blue eyes to hers.
“You need a good man in your life. Someone, who will take care of you when I’m gone.”
“You have a lot of good years left,” she said while dropping bread in the toaster. “The issue right now is you and his grandfather interfering where it’s not wanted. We’re…” She started to tell him they were strangers, but it wasn’t true now. “Neither one of us want a relationship,” she ended up saying.
“The night was good for you, wasn’t it?”
Chapter 10
“Grandpa!” She saw the corner of his mouth twitch. He was in a good mood this morning.
“I heard you come in right before five.”
Cassandra didn’t know what to say. Sex wasn’t something she was comfortable talking to him about though he’d been the one to give her the birds-and-the-bees talk, to a point. So, after a moment, she fell back on the only thing she could come up with was Elan’s reasoning. “It was a means to prove to you both we are not meant to be together. The seal on the ritual was broken and now we’re free. Don’t do it again. Please.” He grinned as he spooned eggs onto their plates. “I mean it. No more interference in my love life, I’m twenty-seven years old not seventeen. I can handle finding my own soul mate.”
