His cock presses into my side as his fingers trace the dimples on my back. Before I can stop myself, my hands find the hem of his boxers, pulling them lower and lower.
Dom retreats just a few inches, taking in my body. He gives me that smile that drives me insane, whispering in my hair, "Come on, darlin', pull a little harder. I want to play."
His mouth is on my throat next and traveling downwards. I'm having trouble breathing when he reaches my breasts, his breath hot on my skin. I beg him to go lower, and he reaches my pebbled nipples, sucking one into his mouth.
Dom's tongue plays with my bud, licking it gently and tugging just hard enough to make me gasp with both pain and pleasure. "More," I beg him.
He does as he is told, while the hand that isn't on the small of my back finds its way down to my pussy. He plays with me, his fingers dipping inside and driving me insane. Finally, he massages my lips gently as I moan against his mouth.
I can't believe this is happening. It's so wrong, but how can I stop, when it feels just right?
I banish the thoughts, too involved in what's happening. His fingers are playing with me, and it doesn't take him long to find my clit, stroking a place only I have touched before.
"Dom," I mumble against his mouth. "Dare me again."
He doesn't take long to respond, grabbing my chin and pulling me closer. "Take my cock in your hand and put it in your mouth."
My eyes widen, but I can't help it – I want to do what he says. I reach for the hem of his silky boxers, pulling them down before I can change my mind. I make my gaze stay locked with his for just a moment longer, and when I break contact, unable to resist, he chuckles.
I look down, my fingers trembling as I reach for him.
His cock is huge. And that is not an exaggeration.
He's thick and long, throbbing with want for me, several veins lining his length. And the very tip is pierced, two silver metal balls on each side of it. I swallow hard, looking back up.
And that smirk is back on his face, like he has nothing to hide. Like he wants me to look. Just that smirk might make me come right this very moment.
"Don't be shy," he says with a rough voice, and I reach for him, obeying like a good girl. My fingers wrap around his impressive girth, one of them stroking the tip with the piercing.
He groans, and I love that I made that happen, so I drop to my knees. The sand is harsh under me, and I'm now realizing how exposed we are out here. It's nighttime, and there's no one nearby, but if someone came across us, we'd have nowhere to hide.
For some reason, that thought makes me shiver with excitement.
Dom gives me a confused look as I stroke him, my fingers surer of their path with every motion.
Slowly, I lower my mouth to his cock, my gaze locked with Dom's, but I'm too shy to do anything else.
"Dare," I whisper instead, hoping he'll give me what we both want.
His fingers wrap in my hair, bringing my head so close to his cock my lips are almost touching it. I look up, begging for the release both of us need so desperately.
"Lick," he orders me, and I do as I'm told, my tongue licking the metallic silver ball first, then touching his tip, giving it a taste.
I mumble something incoherent and he groans, making my head stay in place as I get a proper taste. I lick the sensitive underside, his cock throbbing under my lips, begging me to take all of it in my mouth.
I try to do so, but choke when his cock isn’t even halfway in and Dom curses out loud.
"Don't, Cassidy," he groans. "Don't do it, I won't be able to hold back."
He pulls me up, half by my hair, half by my arms, wrapping me up in his strong arms, his throbbing cock pressing against my belly.
He kisses me deep and hard, prolonging what we both know is about to happen.
"You sure?" he asks, even though I'm sure neither of us could stop now. I nod and he moans, lowering me to the sand and positioning me on my back. His hands are traveling all over my body and we're both breathing heavily.
He grabs his jeans, taking from the back pocket a small packet and ripping it. I realize it's a condom, and my heart starts to pound as he rolls it on his thickness.
Dom grins at me, his hand slipping between my legs and finding me soaked.
He has his cock positioned at my entrance, and I realize I have to come clean.
"Wait!" I say in a small voice, and he looks down at me with lust-filled eyes. "Dom, I…"
"I'll stop," he says, his voice shaky. "I'll stop if you want me to."
"Don't," I shake my head vehemently. "But, I…"
I stare at him, my eyes dancing over his features as I think of the best way to deliver this news. "Truth," I choose, and he gives me a confused look.
"I'm a virgin," I spit out, looking away.
He reaches out for me, his hand gripping my throat lightly, making me look at him. "You sure you want this?" he asks once again, and I nod. I've never been so sure of anything in my life.
"Well then," Dom groans, licking his hand and making me even wetter when he fists his cock. "How about we make some memories?"
I arch my back to be closer to him, desperately needing that beautiful cock inside me. He plunges inside in one long, swift motion as I gasp.
"You're not a virgin anymore, darlin’," he says hoarsely, filling me up. I stare at the night above us, my eyes wide with shock. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good.
"More," I beg Dom, and he pulls out his whole length, then plunges inside me again as I gasp. The feeling is something I'm getting addicted to by the second stroke, my body shaking with the need for more.
I keep repeating his name as he pumps inside me, one hand holding the small of my back, the other braced on my side. He curses out loud as he fucks me, and I'm seeing stars – not just the ones in the night sky.
"You feel so good, Dom," I whisper in his ear.
He groans against my mouth, shutting me up with a deep kiss, then moving away and looking at me with concern. "Does it hurt?" he asks worriedly.
I gulp as I ride another wave of pleasure, my walls tightening around his thick shaft, ready to milk every last drop of his hot cum. "Yes," I whisper. "But I love it ..."
He curses out loud and fucks me like it's the first and last time, until I'm sure we're both about to pass out. Finally, he looks at me and grips my hair in a fist.
"I'm going to come inside of you now, okay, Cassidy?" he asks me, his voice pained. I nod, begging him to do what he said.
"Be a good girl," he orders me. "I want you to come on my cock, too."
I writhe under his touch, getting off on those words alone.
"Can you do that, Cassidy?"
Before I can answer him, my body erupts in ice and fire and everything in between and I cry out, feeling the waves washing over my body. "Yes," I whisper. "I can, oh, Dom!"
He curses against my hair and his body tenses as he pumps one last time. He groans and I can tell he's going through the same thing, shaking, and calling my name in a broken whisper.
His body convulsing, Dom collapses on top of me, his cock still inside me. He looks down at me, his smirk ever-present on his face as I pant in exhaustion.
"Wasn't that fun, darlin’?," he groans against my lips, giving me a deep, sated kiss.
Chapter twelve
DOM
I wrap Cassidy in my arms as she stares at the night sky, not quite believing this happened. She snuggles closer to me, and I kiss the top of her head.
"Shit," she laughs, as if she's just realizing what happened. "I can't believe we did that." She giggles uncomfortably, squirming in my arms, but I pull her closer. Now that I've had her, there's no fucking way I'll let her get away.
Because what just happened… was amazing. I still can't quite understand why she let me be her first, but I'm glad. And I'm hoping it was just as good for her.
"You already regretting it?" I tease her, my fingers circling the skin on her smooth, tanned belly.
She smack
s my arm and looks into my eyes. Those green eyes of hers will be the end of me some day, I swear. "No," she says, her voice strong and unrelenting. "Not even a little bit."
Then she laughs and escapes from my arms, pulling her dress back over her naked body. "Catch me if you can," she shouts in my direction before running off towards the beach house, which is a short distance away.
I get up in a rush and get dressed as fast as possible before going after her. It seems like all I've been doing since the moment I met Cassidy Lynn is running after her, chasing her down… But now, I've caught her.
We end up in my room, snuggling up in the bed.
Fuck me, I am cuddling a girl, and not even to get sex…
"I'm sore," she whispers in my ear, and I soothe her by rubbing her back, to which she replies, "That's not the part of me that's sore."
Cassidy's wearing a dress over her nakedness, her body writhing against mine in a state of half-sleep. It's as if she still hasn't had enough despite the fact she's hurting. I wrap her up in my arms and she's asleep in seconds, but I'm the one who can't catch a wink of rest.
So many thoughts are swimming in my mind, and at around 4 a.m., I come to terms with the fact that this might be a sleepless night for me. However, I'm content in my bed, as long as Cassidy is snuggling close to me, her breathing steady, a smile playing on her lips.
I'm thinking about what this means. What we did tonight, however much we both wanted it, is going to have consequences.
Because I knew as soon as I had her, my cock sliding inside her – Cassidy isn't a girl I just want to sleep with. She's the girl I want to have everything with. And that might prove to be a problem.
It isn't just the stepbrother thing – even though that's reason enough to worry.
My thoughts are circling around the bet, wishing I'd never agreed to it.
Right there on my bed, with my sweet firecracker in my arms, I decide I need to repair the damage before it even happens. I have to convince her that this is real, bet or no bet. Starting right now.
I'm still holding her close as she opens her eyes hours later. I've used the time I had well while she slept, and I am now familiar with every freckle on that upturned nose of hers. She's fucking adorable, but still sexy enough to have my cock stirring with every move she makes in my arms.
"Morning, darlin’," I greet her, my voice hoarse from being quiet too long. She smiles, cuddling into the crook of my arm. This small fact, knowing that she isn't regretting what happened last night, makes me feel so much better.
"Morning," she mumbles, stretching in my arms like a lithe cat. My fingers graze her exposed skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. It feels good to be able to do this.
We take our time getting up, and she giggles as I tickle her teasingly. I'm relishing the touch of her skin against mine, and for the first time in my life, I'm not regretting waking up with a girl in my bed.
A breakthrough.
Finally, we head downstairs, and I offer to make breakfast. Cassidy agrees, sitting down on a bar stool at the counter, her elbows propped up and her hands supporting her head. She looks adorable with her tousled hair, a smile plastered on her face.
I go for pancakes, the one thing I can make. But they're damn good pancakes, if I do say so myself.
"Smells delicious," Cassidy comments, flipping through a cookbook Mom left on the counter. I keep sneaking glances at her out of the corner of my eye, not quite believing what is going on.
The change in her is enormous, and I can't believe how little it took to get her to ease off the attitude. She hasn't cursed once today – in fact, she's been smiling since she got up.
As much as I like Tony, Cassidy's father, I resent him for leaving Cassidy and her mother. You can tell from the change in attitude she's full of hatred because of what happened.
I set a plate of fluffy pancakes with blueberries in front of her, and her eyes widen. She licks her lips, which makes my cock stir, and I make a mental note to keep calm.
"Yum," she says like an excited kid, reminding me that those three years that separate us make a huge difference. She's still so young, and I've fucked up too many times to count in my life.
It makes my smile fade.
Cassidy digs in with a fork and gushes about my cooking skills, and it helps me to recover my smile.
I watch her closely and I’m surprised when her eyes grow worried after a while, and her motions become slower and slower.
She pushes her plate away after a minute or so, her lips pursed. She hasn't even finished her food.
"What's wrong?" I ask, my voice tense.
"Nothing."
She slips off the stool, walking away from me without so much as a look over her shoulder. I'm getting more and more confused by the second. I clear her plate, then head after her, finding her in the living room, flipping through the channels on the TV.
I sit down next to her on the couch, and she inches away from me. I give her a confused look, but she refuses to meet my eye. Several long minutes go by, until I've had enough of her childish games.
I reach across her lap, pulling the remote out of her hands. I turn off the TV while she crosses her arms in front of her body, already in defensive mode. Her eyes are glued to the blank TV screen, refusing to so much as look at me.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, hardly masking the anger in my voice.
Cassidy doesn't answer, just pouts and mutters something to herself.
"Fine," I say. I get up from the couch, throwing the remote at the plush fabric and running a hand through my hair. I'm already exhausted from the lack of conversation on Cassidy's part. "I'm heading out. I don't have the time for this."
"I'm sure," she retorts with a bitter undertone to her voice, and I don't understand what's happening at all. She's quick to answer, and I can tell all her barbs are out, ready to hurt me. "Already off to win over another conquest?"
"What?" My expression is one of genuine confusion.
"Oh, right," she snaps at me. "Like I'm so far off."
"Cassidy, what are you saying?" I ask her tiredly.
"The truth," she says, the volume of her voice already rising and ready for the fight which I'm sure she's about to start. "Don't think I'm that dumb, Dom. I know you wanted to get in my panties as soon as I saw you. Is that what I am to you, some sort of game you needed to win?"
I think of the bet, and guilt fills me. She laughs sadly, knowing she is right. What a sad pair we are.
"No need to defend yourself," she says, her voice almost breaking as she speaks. "You got what you wanted, even more. Bet you didn't think you'd be my first. At least I gave you something to brag about."
She gets up from the couch and tries to leave, the anger coming off her in waves of red-hot mist. She passes me and I grab her by the waist, but this imaginary scenario she has going on in her head has given her a new-found strength.
She fights me as I take her in my arms, but I won't let go.
I hold her wrists tightly in one hand, and she doesn't have a chance. I hold the small of her back, pressing her closer to me as I murmur soothingly into her hair. And pretty soon, her shakiness turns from anger to sadness, and she falls apart in my arms.
"Cassidy, darlin’," I whisper against her hair as she begins to sob softly. "What's wrong? Tell me, baby."
She all but falls to the floor, and I catch her at the last second, gathering her in my arms. I walk us over to the couch and pull her into my lap. She curls up like a little kid and it fucking breaks my heart to see how vulnerable she is.
"Talk to me," I beg her, not sure how to help her.
I've never been there for a girl. I never even had a friend of the opposite sex. My philosophy is fuck ’em, then leave ’em. But with Cassidy, it's all fucked up. I know I shouldn't get involved, but I want to help her.
"I'm scared," she murmurs against my chest, her breath hot on my shirtless body.
"What are you scared of, darlin’?" I ask, stroking her hair.
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br /> She's quiet for a long time, but I don't stop my stroking motions. She'll speak when she's ready to tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of hers.
"That you will leave me," she admits, sniffling a little. And that small confession all but breaks my heart in two.
"Why would I do that, Cassidy?" I ask her, kissing the top of her head soothingly. She makes an attempt to break my embrace, but it makes me hold her tighter.
"Let go," she says.
"I won't." I clutch her closer, unwilling to let her go. "Do you hear me, Cassidy? I won't let go."
She melts into my arms, those small few words all she needed to hear. And it makes me hurt for her, knowing she's been let down and has come to expect the worst of people.
"Cassidy," I say. "I'll always be here." I'm surprising myself, but for some reason I can't stop talking. "I'll do what you want. Always."
She gives a tired smile, and it makes me feel much better.
I hold her in my arms for a while, feeling her growing stronger with each moment that passes. Finally, she looks at me with those big green eyes full of wonder. She's so special. So beautiful.
And I'm so fucked.
"Thank you," she whispers, reaching for my head and pulling me down, crushing our lips together in a kiss full of promises.
As I let myself go, tasting those sweet lips, I soon realize I'm done for. Because this girl next to me right now… She might be it for me.
Chapter thirteen
CASSIDY
I don't know what's happening to me. It's like someone flipped a switch inside my head, making my personality change in an instant.
Suddenly, I don't feel the need to bitch and moan. I don't need to curse with every sentence I say. It's not a compulsion anymore, but instead – a choice. And it feels so good.
The last few days have been the best of my life.
It's been all about Dom. Dom and me. The start of our story together.
I know this bliss won't last for ever. Our parents are planning on returning tomorrow, and we're enjoying our last moments together.
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