by Jamie Hunter
Victor.
The name once sent shivers of anticipation through Cassandra’s body. Now it was acid in her mouth. It yanked her away, distracted her from the task at hand.
Victor Ramsay.
Oh how she hated him.
Tyler was going all out now. Slamming himself home. His moves were simple, quick, efficient. At least he wasn’t over-thinking it.
It still wasn’t enough.
Cassandra leaned forward, removing herself from the equation. She rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide for him.
“Come here,” she winked, pointing downward.
Tyler positioned himself between her legs. He brushed back a thick mop of blonde hair with one hand and guided himself inside her with the other.
Cassandra lay back and closed her eyes. Last night’s date with Victor had ended in disaster. Not only had she been left panting and unfulfilled in her own apartment, but while she’d been busy getting ready for him he’d flash-cloned one of her servers onto a turbo thumb drive.
And not just any of her servers. The server.
Whatever he wanted or needed with the information, she didn’t know. She didn’t even care. The only thing that mattered was getting it back before it was too late.
Tyler shifted. He lifted her legs up, putting them over his shoulders. The angle was better, and it finally started to feel good. Cassandra smiled silently at him in encouragement. Tyler smiled back.
How could I be such a fool? she thought. Cassandra gritted her teeth in frustration. I did everything he told me to. Played right into him…
She wrapped an arm around Tyler, clawing his ass to pull him deeper inside her. She bucked harder. Screwed faster.
Cassandra didn’t realize how close he was until it was too late.
“No…” she breathed. “No, wait…”
Tyler knelt between her legs, his breath coming in increasingly faster, more ragged gasps. His mouth was open, his eyes glazed. Cassandra could only watch as his face scrunched up in the undeniable grimace of climax…
“Ahhhhh…”
He pulled out at the last second and came all over her. Cassandra was merely a spectator as rope after rope of Tyler’s hot cum splashed across her taut, tan belly. She reached up as an afterthought and tugged gently on his balls. He groaned in pleasure before finally floating back down to Earth.
Right away he knew he’d screwed up. His face went long with apology.
“I— I’m sorry…”
Cassandra sighed and smiled up at him. “Relax,” she said. “It’s okay.”
“No,” he offered. “It’s not okay. That’s not cool at all. You didn’t… I mean, I should’ve—”
She cut him off with a smirk. “Hey, it is what it is.”
Tyler smiled apologetically and collapsed back into the bed. He lay next to her for a bit, his chest rising and falling, the two them staring up at the ceiling.
I hope he doesn’t want to talk, she thought. If so, Cassandra knew it would be hard to mask her disappointment. She just wanted to lay here for a few minutes, thinking about her next move with Victor. But her adrenaline was still pumping. Her mind still unfocused…
She was jolted back to reality by a noise. A snore.
Tyler was asleep inside of three minutes.
Two
The hallway was dark. Cassandra waited for her eyes to adjust, then made her way down to the bathroom at the far end.
A small night-light flicked on, filling the room with a dim yellow glow. It was much nicer than having to use the light switch. Cassandra pulled a bath towel from the rack, cleaned herself off, then dropped it to the floor in a crumpled heap.
That’s what you get for not having a towel in your room, she thought.
For a moment she admired herself in the full length mirror. She’d put her thong back on, but nothing else. Her body was still warm, flush with sex. And between her legs, that tantalizing ache… still there.
She was suddenly angry. Mostly at Victor, at herself, and even at Tyler. She had no idea how late it was, but the last twenty-four hours had been wholly unsatisfying.
On the way back through the hallway, she heard it: a noise.
The other bedroom door was open. But just a crack.
His roommate. Still up.
Quietly Cassandra brought her face to the opening. Her eyes closed in pure bliss as a definitive coolness wafted out from inside.
Air conditioning. Even better.
There was a small yellow light coming from inside the room. Another night-light, probably. Or maybe the television was on.
With one hand, Cassandra pushed open the door. Just enough to see…
Tyler’s roommate lay face up on his bed, over against the opposite wall. He looked bigger, broader than Tyler. Not at all like she would’ve pictured him. From the waist down, he was covered by a thin sheet. His eyes were closed. And the hand beneath the sheet, slowly moving… up and down…
She didn’t hesitate. With one silent motion Cassandra pushed her way inside and closed the door behind her.
The man’s eyes blinked open. He sat up in the bed so fast the sheets slid right off him. Cassandra could see he was naked underneath.
“I— what??”
She put one slender finger to her own lips. Made the universal “shushing” signal.
“Wait, who?” he whispered. His eyes adjusted. Realization eventually dawned over him. “Oh.”
Cassandra stood in silence at the foot of the bed, totally naked except for a thin black thong. Her long hair fell over her shoulders. She could only imagine how she looked right now.
“Hi,” she finally whispered.
She smiled in amusement as his eyes went to her breasts. For a long moment neither of them spoke.
“Uh, hi,” he swallowed thickly.
“What’s your name?”
“Nathan.”
Cassandra took a step forward. Nathan sat up straighter, gathering the sheets in his lap. He had a nice chest, wide shoulders. Big arms.
Things were just getting better and better.
“What were you doing Nathan?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he answered quickly. “Uh, sleeping.”
Cassandra moved even closer. She was in front of him now, long legs planted slightly apart, her arms crossed over her chest. She was almost on display.
“I don’t think you were sleeping, Nathan.”
He didn’t say anything, so Cassandra studied him. He was handsome. Dark, close-cropped hair. Light eyes.
“I think,” she went on, “that you were taking care of yourself under that sheet.”
He glanced back at her, looking her up and down. Cassandra thought she saw the slightest hint of a crooked smile.
“I think maybe you heard us fucking,” she said, emphasizing that last word. Making it sound even dirtier than it was. “Tyler and I.”
Nathan locked eyes with her and didn’t look away. She liked that.
“It’s a small place,” he shrugged. “Thin walls.”
“Yes, well I wasn’t exactly trying to be quiet.”
Cassandra sat down on the edge of the bed, right next to him. Her legs were sexy and warm against his.
“Your roommate and I had fun,” she said. “But we weren’t exactly finished. For some reason he fell asleep.” Cassandra pulled back her hair, fully exposing her beautiful, C-cup breasts. “Can you believe that?”
“No,” Nathan replied.
“Me neither.”
Cassandra reached out and took hold of the sheet. He didn’t stop her. Slowly she pulled it away, like unveiling a statue.
Nathan’s still-hard cock popped free. It was fantastic. Thick and long, with a large, beautiful head.
Cassandra gasped in pretend surprise. She looked up at him and smiled.
“That’s big, Nathan,” she whispered sultrily. “You know that?’
“I guess so.”
Cassandra shook her head. “No, don’t guess. Be sure. That’s a
nice dick. A really nice one.”
She reached for it. Again he didn’t stop her. Cassandra relished the feeling of her hand closing over the thick warm shaft. That familiar tingle started again, somewhere deep in her stomach.
“Do you want to have fun with me Nathan? Like your roommate did?”
He paused. Nodded. Slowly and deliberately, Cassandra started pumping her fist up and down.
“I—I just…” he finally said. “It’s just that Tyler really likes you.”
Cassandra smiled. “I like him too.”
“Yes, but…” It was cute, watching him fumbling around for the right words. “He— He just thinks—”
“That he’s going to have a relationship with me?” Cassandra finished. “Be my boyfriend?” She chuckled. “No. No boyfriends. That’s not what I’m looking for, Nathan.”
She bent down, moving her mouth closer to her pumping fist. Her lips hovered over him.
“This is what I’m looking for.”
Cassandra closed her mouth over the head of Nathan’s cock. She had to stretch her jaw a bit to get over the head, and then it was nestled comfortably in her throat.
“Mmmmmm….” she said. It was more of a hum than a word, because he was so deep inside her.
Nathan hissed in pleasure as she went down on him. His hand went through her hair, pulling it aside so he could watch. Cassandra sucked him hard, licking up and down the shaft, pausing now and then to tell him how good it felt in her mouth. He got even harder, if that were possible. In just a few minutes he was like a thick steel rod.
She had to have it. Had to put it inside her.
Cassandra stopped just long enough to climb on top of him. As she did, she kicked off her thong. She stretched herself out, laying her entire naked body flat atop his own. Then she pushed upward, reveling in the feeling of being skin on skin. Her lips parted slightly as she kissed him.
Nathan kissed her back, but only hesitantly. He looked uncertain.
“Oh,” she laughed. “I get it. You’re wondering if your roommate came in my mouth.”
He nodded sheepishly.
“He most definitely did not,” she grinned. Cassandra kissed him some more. “But you can.” She bit her lip seductively. “Would you like to come in my mouth, Nathan? Right here?” She pointed innocently to it with one finger. “I’ll let you.”
His eyes were locked onto hers now. They were filled with pure, unadulterated lust.
“If you promise to fuck me good, you can come anywhere you want,” she said. Cassandra bit his lip gently between her teeth. She pulled on it playfully, before letting it go. “Anywhere.”
Nathan’s entire countenance changed. It was all he needed.
Cassandra felt herself being lifted by two strong arms. Then she was on her back, her legs spread wide, Nathan’s well-muscled body positioned between them. He thrust himself inside her, filling her completely. It felt like the most amazing thing in the fucking world.
“Oh God,” she gasped.
He began fucking her. Sliding in and out of her with long, deep, tremendous strokes. His cock was so hard it almost hurt. It seemed to go further inside her on every thrust, bottoming out on the deepest recesses of Cassandras warm, swollen pussy.
“God, Nathan. FUCK. Do it!”
He screwed down hard on her, driving her into the bed. The bed pushed back. Cassandra reached up and wrapped both hands around the upper part of his strong, corded arms. Clawed her fingers down on them, in a desperate bid to keep him from ever stopping.
Only Nathan didn’t stop. Not even close. He continued plowing her pussy, bearing his full weight deliciously down on her. She could feel his presence. His depth. Every stroke brought Cassandra closer to the pinnacle of her own euphoria, his balls slapping hard against her ass with every thrust of his beautiful, glorious cock.
She started making noises. Low, guttural sounds gurgled up from deep within her throat. Nathan kissed her quiet, covering her mouth with his own. He was pile-driving her now. Moving in and out like a jackhammer, pinning her legs further back over her own shoulders every time he shifted upwards along the length of the bed.
Cassandra’s eyes rolled back. Her vision went grey. “I’m going… I’m going to…”
“Come on my cock,” he whispered in her ear. He moved one hand up and clasped it over her mouth. “Come ALL OVER my cock you dirty little—”
Cassandra exploded. A week’s worth of pent-up frustration… all of the anger, the lust, the horniness… all of it boiled over in a single, glorious instant. Her pussy erupted, clamping down on his thick cock, contracting around it like it would squeeze every last drop of his seed inside her. Only Nathan didn’t come. Instead he kept on fucking, screwing her straight through her orgasm, sending her eyes up into her brain and taking Cassandra’s breath away.
“God…”
Her legs were pushed even higher, her knees driven past her ears now. All to get deeper. All to reach those incredible, unreachable places that triggered a sexual high like few Cassandra had ever known.
Then, without a word, he withdrew. Nathan stood up, knelt over her, and grabbed his own cock. A split-second later he was pumping jet after jet of his white-hot seed all over Cassandra’s face. It went in her mouth, splashed across her lips. Dribbled out over her cheeks, her chin, her neck. He kept coming, kept shooting, all the while grunting and groaning and trying to suppress the sounds of his own orgasm.
At last he stopped, spent. His seed was everywhere. All over Cassandra’s face, in her hair, on the sheets and bedding. Her eyes were still glassy, her expression still euphoric as she took hold of his cock again. With a sly grin she made eye contact with him while rubbing it slowly all over her own face.
“You don’t know…” she breathed, “how much… I needed that…”
Nathan collapsed beside her, his breathing still rapid. He looked pleased with himself. “Me too.”
“Yeah but…” Cassandra went on, “… but…”
The words trailed off. For the second time that night she lay there next to her lover, only this time Cassandra was neither hot nor discouraged nor distracted.
Nathan didn’t want to talk, and that was amazing. He lay there in silence, just holding her, tracing slow lazy lines up and down the inside of Cassandra’s outstretched arm. The air conditioning contrasted perfectly against the warmth of his body. She was calm and peaceful. Delightfully sated.
Best of all, her mind was utterly clear.
Victor Ramsay she repeated to herself again. This time around however, there was no more anger. No more frustration.
Cassandra lay there contentedly for a while, basking in the afterglow, searching her mind for the perfect plan. Then she sat up and grabbed Nathan’s phone from his bedside night-table.
“Now I don’t know about Tyler,” she said, programming her number into his contacts. “But you, my friend, are to call me anytime you want.”
She pressed the phone into Nathan’s hand and gave him a long kiss goodbye.
Ten minutes later Cassandra had cleaned herself up for the second time, retrieved the remainder of her clothes from the other bedroom, and was well on the way home.
As she turned the small object over and over in one hand — the object Tyler had given her earlier — Cassandra smiled inwardly.
And that’s because she knew exactly what she had to do.
Three
Victor answered the door on the third knock. Once more Cassandra swept past him, entering his place without being invited.
“So yeah, about the other night…” she said.
For a moment he was caught entirely off guard. He looked uncertain, unaware of what she wanted. Cassandra savored the moment, enjoying having the upper hand before he finally composed himself.
“A trench-coat,” he said, looking her over. “Nice choice.”
Cassandra smirked from beneath her long black coat. It was early evening, and raining hard outside. She took another step forward and shook out her hai
r. While her head was down, and her face was hidden, she scanned the contents of the small foyer.
“What is it that you want, Cassandra?”
“Me? That’s easy. I want to finish what we started.”
Victor folded his arms. He made a face.
“You know why I was there,” he said. “Why I came to your place. I already got what I wanted.”
Cassandra shook her head. “Not everything you wanted.”
She was trying to remain casual, but the suspicion was still there. She needed to dispel it. To get him to let his guard down.
“You know what I took from you,” he said.
“You mean copied? Yes. I know.”
Victor sighed and closed the door. When he turned back around, Cassandra was already in the kitchen. Her gaze shifted around for a bit before opening the fridge.
“Don’t you want to know why?” asked Victor.
Cassandra shrugged. “No, not really.”
“Well it was nothing personal,” he explained. “One of my clients needed some very specific information, from a very particular server in your apartment.”
Cassandra forced herself to laugh. “Well I’m not sure he got it. That information was really old,” she lied. “Very outdated. I hope for his sake it was worth it.”
From over her shoulder, she studied his reaction. Victor seemed hesitant, unsure. It was a good sign.
“Listen,” she said, whirling back around. She had a strawberry in her mouth. “I don’t care about the drive, or the server, or even your client.” She bit into the fruit. “I’m here for one reason only. You.”
She chewed the strawberry for a moment, then pushed forward and kissed him. Victor wasn’t expecting it. He didn’t know how to react.
“We’ve come too far,” she continued. “Played this game too long. I don’t normally chase people, but with you it’s different.”
Cassandra spread her fingers and placed both hands on his chest. He took a half step backward.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Don’t you want it?”
Her hand found his crotch. Caressed him through his slacks. A bulge formed again, just as it did last time.
“Sure seems like you do,” she chuckled. She undid his belt.
