Bad Reputation

by Nicole Edwards

  Cassie turns to look at me, her eyes wide. “What happened to you?”

  “Edward,” I grumble.

  She laughs.

  The little minx fucking laughs.

  “You poor baby.” There’s zero sympathy in her tone.

  If I had any strength left, I’d swat her on her ass for teasing me. As it is, I barely manage to get to the barstool.

  “Well, so much for making steak and baked potatoes,” Cassie says sweetly. “I prepped everything, but I needed you to start the grill.”

  Cocking one eyebrow, I stare at her, noting her innocent expression. “Since when don’t you know how to start the grill?”

  Laughing, Cassie brings me a bottle of water.

  “Thank you.” I down half of it although I’ve had more than my fair share of water today.

  “Dinner will be ready in five minutes,” she says, grinning. “I am woman, hear me roar.”

  “That’s more like it.”

  “Be careful there, mister. You be nice, or no cheesecake for you.”

  I growl. She knows how much I love cheesecake. “What kind?”

  “I bought that Cheesecake Factory sample box you like.”

  Another growl escapes me.

  Cassie chuckles. “Sit right there and I’ll get the steaks. Maybe if you’re really nice, I’ll even give you a full-body massage after dinner.”

  For whatever reason, that gives me the strength I need to get to my feet. “I’ll get the steaks.”

  Laughing, Cassie picks up her wineglass. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

  After dinner and dessert, Cassie insisted that I get into her bed so she could work her magic fingers on me.

  I can tell you, I didn’t fucking complain.

  So, here I am, flat on my back, my boxer shorts the only thing keeping me decent. I’m not sure where Cassie wandered off to, but if she doesn’t hurry, I’m going to be asleep before she ever gets started.

  I fight the urge to close my eyes and a few seconds later, I’m thankful I refrained because…“Christ Almighty.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “What? The idea of you massaging me while you’re completely naked?” I hiss out a breath. “Fuck yes.”

  “I thought you might.”

  Cassie holds up a bottle of what I assume is massage oil as she prances over to the bed, gloriously fucking naked.

  “We won’t be needing these,” Cassie notes, her fingers slipping into the waistband of my boxers as she tugs them down my hips.

  My muscles revolt as I assist her, lifting my ass slightly off the bed.

  Apparently, my cock doesn’t get the message from the rest of my body that I’m too tired to move, because he’s bobbing up and down, eagerly awaiting her touch.

  “Turn over,” she insists.

  With a rough growl, I manage to roll over.

  Cassie straddles me, sitting on my ass. I can feel the warmth of her skin against mine and the first thing I realize is that this is vastly different than any other time Cassie has massaged me. For one, we’ve never done this naked.

  Again, not complaining.

  “I swear to you, I’m going to return the favor one of these days,” I pledge, loving the way her fingers knead the tight muscles in my shoulders.

  “I’ll hold you to that.”

  I have no idea how long she works on me, her hands doing wondrous things to every muscle in my body, from my shoulders to my feet. Somehow I manage to remain coherent, which helps when she tells me to turn over once more.

  “If you straddle me again…”

  She does.

  The wicked woman straddles my hips and presses her pussy along the hard ridge of my dick. I groan again, but this isn’t due to any discomfort whatsoever.

  My cock pulses and I know she feels it.

  My theory’s proven when she smirks. “Not yet, big boy.”

  “If this didn’t feel so damn good, I’d think you were purposely torturing me.”

  Her hands don’t miss a single inch of me, starting with one hand, up my arm to my shoulder. She works the kinks out of my biceps, my triceps, my pecs before working her way across to the other side and repeating the motion.

  By the time she’s starting her way down, inching her butt down my legs, teasing my aching dick with every movement, I’m hanging by a thread.

  When she meets my eyes, I see a sparkle there and realize she’s doing this on purpose.

  It takes all the willpower I possess not to grab her and pull her down on my dick. Instead, I fist my hands in the blanket while she works the massage oil into my thighs and shins, working her way down to my feet.

  “There seems to be one body part left,” she notes, crawling back up my body.

  “Yeah?” Trust me, I noticed.

  “Mm-hmm. And I think I know exactly what’s needed to relax you.”

  “Do you now?”

  “Oh, yeah. But first, I want you to close your eyes.”

  Wicked woman, I tell you.

  Cassie

  There’s no arguing that when I decide to do something, I give it one hundred percent.

  That’s exactly what I decided to do when Chase and I agreed to resume this sexual escapade after we got back from Vegas.

  Now, I’m not known to be a wild woman by any means, but when I’m with Chase, he makes me feel safe, secure. As though I can let my hair down and be as wild and crazy as I want without him judging me.

  In this instance, I think he’s reaping the benefits.

  As am I. Trust me, it is no hardship to massage the masculine beauty before me. Plus, it makes me feel powerful, as though I have him in the palm of my hand.

  Which, technically I do at the moment.

  After lubing my hands with the massage oil—which I picked up online at one of those sex toy sites when I was looking for something to enhance our time together—I start stroking him.

  “Keep your eyes closed.” I can tell he wants to open them, but I want him to get the full effect of simply feeling what I’m doing to him.

  “It’s not as easy as it looks,” he grumbles, his teeth clenched together.

  “I take it you like what I’m doing?”

  “Fucking love it…Ah, damn.” His hips raise slightly when I squeeze his cock more firmly.

  I keep working him for a while, fondling his balls and enjoying watching the way he’s holding himself back.

  His eyes squeeze tighter. “Cass…Baby…I don’t want you to stop, but…”

  Moving forward, I slow the pace of my hands, continuing to massage the full, thick length of him. Although I love torturing him, I have managed to work myself into a frenzy simply by touching his naked body for the past half hour. And the urge to feel him inside me is too great.

  “Keep them closed,” I warn as I scoot up his body, positioning myself over him.

  As I settle myself on him, slowly easing down on his cock, I bite my lower lip.

  I don’t notice immediately that his eyes have opened. Not until his hands slide up my thighs, drawing my attention to his face.

  “Fuck yes,” he hisses. “You’re so goddamn beautiful like that. Ride my cock, Cassie.”

  My stomach trembles from his words, my body catching fire as I rock forward and back, trying to get the momentum going. His hips are slippery, so I can’t get as much traction as I’d like. It won’t help to put my hands on his oily chest either.

  Chase seems to realize I’m having trouble so he links our fingers together and holds his hands up, allowing me to press against him, rocking more, taking him deeper. My head falls back as he fills me completely, the angle providing the perfect friction against my G-spot.

  “Chase…” My voice is raspy because I’m overcome by sensation. Exquisite, delicious sensation.

  “That’s it, baby. Keep doing that. Ride me. Aww, fuck.”

  His hips thrust upward and I cry out as the impact nearly sends me over the edge. He continues and I allow gravity to do the work, our bodies ne
ver separating as he drives into me, pounding harder and harder.

  “Don’t move,” he warns, releasing my hands.

  I’m still sitting astride him, but I don’t move. His hand grips my hip as he continues to fuck me from underneath. And when his thumb finds my clit, I know I’m not going to last.

  “That’s it, Cass. Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

  His words, combined with the deep rumble of his voice and the perfect penetration, send me spiraling out of control, my orgasm crashing through me with the force of a tsunami. It steals my breath.

  When the strength leaves my body, I fall forward, holding on to Chase as he continues to fuck me, driving inside, the waves of sensation raging on and on until he comes with a roar, his hands digging into my butt, holding me to him.

  I finally relax completely, lying on top of him, content to stay right here for as long as I possibly can.

  I need a few minutes to recuperate.

  Maybe then I can worry about changing the sheets.

  Chapter 26

  Chase

  I’m setting the table outside when Cassie arrives. It’s my turn to cook dinner, but she warned me that she would be a little late. Apparently she had an interview at five o’clock, which didn’t sound normal to me, but what do I know about the corporate world.

  “How’d it go?” I ask when I nearly run into her in the kitchen.

  “It sucked,” she grumbles, heading right for the bottle of wine on the counter.

  Rather than grabbing the food, I change trajectory and go right over to her, pulling her into my arms and hugging her. I kiss the top of her head, then tilt her face back so I can plant one on her mouth.

  Cassie sighs, her body relaxing somewhat. “Thank you,” she whispers, her breath fanning my lips.

  “For what?”

  “For being you.”

  I smile when she does. “You hungry?”

  Taking a step back, I keep watching her as she nods her head. I see her visibly shake off her melancholy mood. It’s an interesting thing to observe, but Cassie does it well. I know the past couple of weeks have been hard on her. She’s had several interviews, none of which have panned out. I have done my best to keep my nose out of it because I know she’ll talk when she’s ready. Instead, I’ve done my best to keep her mind off it.

  “Starving.”

  “Good. Take your wine and go outside.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says, grabbing a glass and taking the bottle with her.

  I made teriyaki chicken stir fry—mainly because it was easy and because I know Cassie likes it. I also fried up a few spring rolls, so I toss them on the plate with the stir fry before heading outside to join her.

  “You want to talk about the interview?” I ask, setting her plate in front of her before taking a seat.

  “Not really.” She takes a sip of wine. “They bombarded me with questions about my qualifications, which I passed with flying colors. However, then they wanted details as to what happened with my previous job. Since I can’t talk about it, they kindly dismissed me.” She meets my eyes. “They’ll call me, is what they said.”

  Clearly she doesn’t think they will.

  “But enough about that,” she states firmly, picking up her fork. “This smells amazing.”

  I wait for her to start eating before I chow down.

  “What’d you do today?” she asks.

  “I talked to my dads.”

  “Oh?” That seems to have piqued her curiosity. “How’d that go?”

  “Good. Chief was curious as to why our impromptu marriage hasn’t made the news yet.”

  “That’s a good question. Why hasn’t it made the news yet?”

  I shrug. “Who knows. Does that bother you?”

  “Nope,” she states immediately. “Not one bit. I’m not sure I can deal with the media unearthing all my secrets right now. I’d rather just get it annulled and we all move on with our lives with no one being the wiser.”

  Part of the reason the media hasn’t found out is that I’ve paid my lawyer to do some magic on his end and bury the information for the time being. I did it for that reason exactly. I don’t need Cassie coming under scrutiny. Me? I’m used to it. Her, not so much.

  “Plus,” Cassie continues, “my mom hasn’t heard about it, so that’s good. I figure telling her will only add fuel to the fire. I tried telling her that we broke up, but she doesn’t believe me.”

  I laugh. “But she believes we were together in the first place?”

  Cassie nods. “Of course. She feels as though that benefits her, so she’s going to believe it.” Waving her fork, Cassie obviously decides to change the subject. “What else did you do today?”

  “Edward’s trying to come up with new ways to torture me.”

  This information seems to amuse her because she’s smiling brightly. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she and Edward are working together.

  “Is he succeeding?”

  “I let him think he is,” I tell her. “It’s the only way to keep him from going overboard.”

  “I’m going to tell him you said that.”

  I laugh, grabbing my beer. “Have at it. The more he hurts me, the more you have to work to fix it.”

  “No massages for you tonight,” she notes.

  “Nope,” I agree. “Tonight’s all about you.”

  That gets her attention. “Me?”

  “Yep. I thought we’d go for a swim after dinner, then I’d return the favor of all these massages you’ve given me.”

  She grins. “You know I’m not going to say no.”

  “I didn’t think so.” I point at her plate with my fork. “Now eat.”

  Once we polished off the food and relaxed for a little while, I sent Cassie to change. Since she spends quite a bit of time in my pool, she keeps a couple of swimsuits in one of the guest rooms. Not that I intend for her to be wearing anything for long, but I’ll let her figure that out in due time.

  I quickly clean the dishes, tossing them into the dishwasher before grabbing another beer and joining her out by the pool.

  The sun has gone down, the sky dark, the stars bright. That’s the way it is here in the country. It took a little getting used to at first. It felt too dark almost when I first moved in. But the privacy is something I definitely enjoy.

  “Are you coming in?” she asks as she wades down the steps into the water.

  I’m content watching her, so I nod, but continue to drink my beer. The pool lights are off, but the light in the spa is on, which paints a blue hue over her and the water.

  I let her unwind for a bit, leisurely swimming back and forth. By the time I’ve finished my beer, my dick is straining my shorts. The woman turns me on like nothing else can.

  I relocate to the edge of the pool, sitting on the side and letting my feet dangle in the water.

  “So, you are going to join me.” She stands tall and turns to face me.

  “Take off the top,” I say, my voice gruffer than I expect. I nod toward the bikini top she’s wearing.

  “Out here?” She glances around.

  There isn’t a house anywhere nearby. No one can see her.

  “Yeah.”

  It takes her a second, but she finally reaches behind her neck and tugs at the string. I raptly watch as the scrap of red and blue slides down, revealing her tits. Her breasts thrust forward when she reaches behind her to release the hook.

  I beckon her to me by crooking my finger.

  “What are you going to do?” she asks, grinning.

  “Ultimately, I’m going to make you come.”

  She visibly shivers, which makes my dick jump.

  “But before I do that, I’m going to tease you for a while.”

  “How long’s a while?”

  Lifting an eyebrow, I refuse to answer. The woman is making this into an interrogation.

  She obviously realizes I’ve stopped playing her game, because she laughs.

  And yes, I’m happy to
say, she closes the distance between us.

  Now for the fun to begin.

  Cassie

  Being topless outside feels a little taboo.

  I have to admit though, I like the way the warm breeze caresses my nipples. It’s a foreign feeling, but one I could get used to.

  As I move closer to Chase, I see the heat in his eyes as he stares at my breasts. I’m desperate to feel his hands on my body, touching, teasing. I don’t care what he does to me, I simply need him to touch me.

  Once I’m standing between his legs, the top half of my body out of the water, my nipples pucker tightly. I’m not sure if it’s from the cooler air or the way Chase is eyeing me. Whatever it is, there’s an almost painful ache that takes up residence between my thighs.

  “Chase…” I’m not above begging.

  His eyes lift to mine. “Hmm?”

  “Touch me. Please.”

  I watch his hands as they slowly lift toward me, his palms cupping my breasts, fondling them gently.

  “Like this?” he asks.

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  We both watch what he’s doing to me and I find myself breathing harder, my body coiling tighter.

  “Take the bottoms off.”

  I should have known that was coming, but his words surprise me, making me jerk out of his hands.

  He chuckles and I quickly shove my bikini bottoms down, working them off my legs beneath the water. I don’t even bother retrieving them before I’m once again standing between Chase’s legs.

  “Now what?”

  He’s shaking his head. “Trade places with me.”

  He quickly gets to his feet, then grabs a towel and lays it out where he’d been sitting. I take his proffered hand and walk up the stairs and out of the pool, shivering once more when his hands gently rake over my back, cupping my ass before he swats me. A startled yelp escapes, but he’s chuckling as he sheds his shorts and then gets into the pool.

  “Sit.” He points at the towel.

  I sit.

  “Perfect. Now spread your legs.”

  He steps between them.

  “Wider.”