Raff at last pulled back, but not far. I was still in his arms and all I could see in my field of vision were his dark, rich eyes. For a moment he just stared at me as if in awe. I had no idea what to say. What could I or any other person possibly say when they had someone looking at them the way that Raff was looking at me?
“Let me take you back,” he whispered.
I nodded. I was completely swept up in the moment—or at least that was the excuse I would be telling myself later on.
The walk back to the hotel was silent, but not uncomfortable, just like before. Raff kept glancing over at me, and I felt like there was tension building between us the closer we got to the hotel, a collection of sparks that was ready to burst out of us in a fiery explosion that I couldn’t deny, couldn’t walk away from.
As we walked into the hotel, Raff took a judicious step away from me, so that we were walking together and not close enough for anyone to construe it as romantic.
I was touched by the thoughtfulness. I hadn’t expected Raff to think about that, and I doubted that a random hotel clerk was going to purposefully tell on us, why would it be their business, but what if someone saw something and then casually made a comment later to us and Kelly overheard? You never knew. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Raff thinking about that warmed my chest. I knew that I should really be calling this off now. We’d had our moment, we were back in the hotel, and yet… it didn’t feel quite like we were back to reality. It felt almost like the dream we had started when we’d kissed at the fountain was still continuing. I felt giddy and lighthearted, like we were sneaking around behind Mom and Dad’s backs, not like we were doing something that could get us in professional trouble.
We took the elevator up, and once we were safely on our floor, Raff took my hand, intertwining my fingers with his.
He raised my hand up to his mouth and kissed the knuckles, his eyes on mine. I could see the question in his gaze, and I nodded.
He tugged me along and led me to my room, my heart pounding in my chest. I had made a decision and there was no going back from that, and yet I was still so caught up in the moment I didn’t mind. Maybe I would mind in the morning, but it wasn’t morning right now.
Raff kissed me again the second we closed the door behind us, taking my face into his hands and giving me another kiss as soft as the first. This one, though, had a dual purpose. There was an intent behind it that meant we would be moving this kiss into something more very, very soon.
I didn’t mind that at all.
The last time that we’d done this, it had been rough and fast. We’d been pissed at each other and we’d taken it out on one another during sex. I hadn’t even given him a second to bask in the afterglow. He’d pulled out of me and fallen to the side on the bed and I’d lit out of there like a bat out of Hell.
And frankly, I’d been right to do so. I would be right to do so now. I had to leave. I knew that. I was his assistant, and he was my boss. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Just this once, I told myself. Just this once, believe in the fantasy.
For one night, with Raff kissing me so gently, I could pretend, couldn’t I? I could make believe that this was just a romantic night between the two of us. That we were together the way I’d always imagined, and we were just getting to express our feelings.
Just this once, play pretend. Let yourself have this.
I looped my arms around Raff’s neck and pressed myself up against him, moaning as he slid his hands down to grab onto my hips instead. Unlike the last time, he seemed to want to take his time with me and I wasn’t going to object to that at all. He was a thorough kisser, his tongue stroking every inch of my mouth, and I could feel myself melting against him.
I had no idea how long we kissed like that. It could’ve been hours. Time seemed to melt away from me. All I knew was the strength and warmth of the man against me, holding me.
At last, he tugged me towards the bed, his fingers working on my zipper, trying to get me undressed. I laughed into his mouth. “Which one of us has more layers to deal with, huh Mr. Fancy Suit?”
“Hey now, this is bespoke,” Raff replied.
“Blah, blah.”
He looked offended but also amused and I laughed again. I liked that I could amuse him.
I playfully pushed him back onto the bed and then began to peel my dress off on my own, taking my time, revealing each inch of skin bit by bit. I watched Raff’s eyes go dark and hungry, his face flushing as he watched me slowly push the fabric away until I was in nothing but my underwear.
I toyed with my bra strap. “How about you?” I teased him.
Raff took his sweet time, too, which I supposed was only fair. God, I wanted to get my hands on him. But I watched as all of that gorgeous skin and firm corded muscle was revealed. I hadn’t really gotten to enjoy it the last time. Raff had kept himself mostly clothed and then I had been on my hands and knees with him behind me—although that had been hot as sin and I’d come so hard I’d seen white, I was glad that this time I’d get to explore his body and actually see him.
Fuck. Clearly, he worked out. As if the fact that he’d been able to lift me against the wall the other day hadn’t made that obvious.
I stepped forward the moment that he finished getting his clothes off and slid my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, squeezing his biceps. Fuck, he was so hot. I couldn’t believe that this gorgeous man wanted to sleep with me.
Raff hummed and gently slid my bra off, unhooking the back and letting it fall to the floor. He took my breasts in his hands, squeezing, kneading them, like they delighted him, like he just couldn’t get enough. I whimpered and began to kiss his skin in response. He’d gotten to put his mouth all over my back, my shoulders, and my neck last time. I wanted to get my mouth on him now.
God, he was so firm, his skin blossoming into red and purple underneath my lips as I sucked and nipped at him. I wanted him to be marked, I wanted to be marked by him. I wanted there to be evidence that we had done this. Something that couldn’t be explained away or ignored the next day. He wouldn’t be able to pretend this had never happened.
Raff sank down to his knees, pulling away from me, and my fingers threaded through his hair as I realized what he was doing. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, and I moaned shamelessly, helplessly. He seemed to like the noises I made, sucking encouragingly on my breast to get me to do more.
I gasped out his name, and Raff grazed his teeth against my nipple in response before pulling away and then sucking on the other one. I whimpered and then cried out when he tugged on it with his teeth.
“Yes!” I moaned. Oh, God, it felt so good that I might come just from his playing with my breasts alone. “Yes, Raff, oh God, oh fuck—”
He grabbed my other breast and began playing with it too, and I thought I might see stars. Then I felt something brush against my clit through my panties and I realized—it was his fingers. Pleasure jolted through me and I gasped.
“N-no, I’m going to—if you keep up—I’ll come, I’m gonna come—” I warned him.
Raff’s response was to rub his fingers more firmly against my clit through the lacy fabric. Oh fuck, oh God, the contrast was delicious. I sobbed out his name as he rubbed harder, relentless, sucking on my breasts, toying with them, rubbing—rubbing my—oh God, oh fuck—
My whole body tensed up as I came, my vision blurring. I trembled all over and I thought my legs might give out. It felt so good, beyond description. I could feel my panties get soaked. They were probably ruined now, and I might be annoyed about that later, but at the moment I didn’t care. I was lost in the pleasure that Raff was giving me.
Raff was relentless, and I screamed as he kept rubbing at my clit, overstimulating me, forcing a second orgasm out of me. I begged and pleaded, the pleasure almost too much, my knees buckling as I came.
Raff caught me and deposited me neatly onto the bed. I could see his hard, th
ick cock jutting up between his legs, and my mouth watered. I wanted that inside of me so badly, even as I shook uncontrollably from my second orgasm.
But there was no way I could take that right now, not with my body feeling like I’d been plugged into a light socket. And if I couldn’t have his cock in my pussy just yet, then the next best thing would be to take it into my mouth.
13
Raff
Cass was still shaking from her last orgasm, and I was ready to slow it down again and spend some time kissing her. God, I loved kissing her. Watching her orgasm had been so amazing, I hadn’t been able to stop myself from making her come a second time right away. How she’d trembled, the way she’d screamed my name… fuck. I wanted to make her do that for the rest of our lives.
But when I moved to pin her gently to the bed and kiss her, Cass moved away and slung her leg over me, grinning wickedly.
I’d seen that look on her face when she was planning to one-up Trevor, only this had a seductive glint to it that had me flushing with heat all over. She had a plan in her head.
Cass slid down and planted her hands on my hips, then licked at the head of my cock. I moaned, startled, my hips jerking up without thought. God, she was so hot, and the idea of her licking my cock, sucking me, blowing me…
“Are you sure? Cass? You don’t have to.” I didn’t want her to feel pressured in any way.
“Oh, trust me,” Cass assured me with a wink. “I want to.”
She lapped at my cock again with her tongue, like she was just exploring, and I swallowed hard, my whole body heating up. God, she was so sexy, and it had been so fucking long since I’d gotten a blowjob. Hell, it had been before I’d slept with Cass for the first time. My right hand had been the only thing giving me pleasure all these years and I wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up.
Cass didn’t seem eager to rush this and go right for the suction. Instead, she was focusing on exploring, nosing at my balls, licking at them, up my shaft, lapping at the precome that pearled from the tip.
God, she was so sexy, with no self-consciousness, just shameless eagerness, like she was happy to do this. I’d hope she was happy to do this, that she was enjoying it, but it was just so obvious. It made it all so much hotter.
I dared to reach out and thread my fingers through her hair, stroking those thick blonde locks, tangling them up between and around my fingers and tugging slightly.
Cass moaned in encouragement, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth and sucking, and I dared to tug a little harder, holding on as I watched her work her way down further and further onto the shaft. She was patient and had to pull off a few times, but she kept going, more and more until she was able to take most of my cock in her mouth, her hand wrapping around what she couldn’t take in, using her spit to lubricate and slick me up.
Fuck it felt good. Her mouth was slick and warm, the suction perfect. I grunted and struggled to stay still as she brought her tongue into it, licking at the underside of the shaft, swirling it around the head, working the slit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the urge to thrust up into her mouth was so strong. I could feel the heat pooling low in my stomach and spreading through my limbs, setting my very blood on fire. I wanted to fuck her mouth so badly, fuck.
“Can—fuck, Cass, can I—can I fuck your mouth?”
Part of me felt bad for even asking. It was clear from her behavior that despite her thorough application, she wasn’t used to giving blowjobs. I didn’t want to take advantage of her or make her feel overwhelmed.
But Cass just pulled off with a wet pop and grinned at me. “Yes, please.”
She sounded almost shy about it, like she was unsure what to do with the eagerness that she felt. I moved my hand down to stroke her cheek, and then held my breath as she guided my cock back into her mouth.
Fuck, I could feel the shape of it pressing against the inside of her cheek, bulging out against the palm of my hand. It was so hot, holy shit. I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.
I looked down at Cass, who gave me a slight nod, and I started to thrust up into her mouth.
Holy mother of God, that felt amazing. I wanted to keep doing this for hours. I thrust up into her over and over, embracing that tight wet heat, knowing her pussy would feel even better but still in love with the way that her mouth opened for me, the way she just let me thrust up into her like this, the way she was letting me hold onto her hair and keep her head in place, taking control, using her—
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had to pull Cass off of my cock before I blew my load right into her mouth and down her throat. “If you keep that up, sweetheart, there’s no way we’re going to actually get to a proper fucking tonight.”
Cass laughed throatily. “I mean, if you’re sure…”
“I want to fuck you properly, Cassidy, don’t you worry,” I teased her. I crooked me finger at her. “Get that cute ass up here.”
Cass crawled up to me, smiling. I wanted to always be able to make her smile like that. She looked so free and relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen since the first night we’d gotten together all those years ago. The new Cass, the one that worked with me, was so intense and focused, always ready for a fight. She was brilliant but also had her walls up, something about her telling everyone not to try and get close, especially me.
I didn’t know what had happened to make her like that—if it was my abandonment or something more—but I was determined to break through those defenses and get her to be happy and soft again. She deserved that. She deserved to be relaxed and to smile more, to know that she would be safe with me. That she could let herself just be.
I rolled us over, pinning her onto her back. “Time for you to relax,” I teased her.
Like I’d let her do all the work after that fantastic blowjob she’d just given me. I kissed her, my tongue sliding into her mouth and my hands all over her body, squeezing those delicious curves. There was so much of her to love. I wanted to mark up every inch of her with my mouth, to see all of that pale skin become flushed with my ministrations.
But I was now far too impatient for that. Next time, I promised myself. And there would be a next time. I wouldn’t let her run out on me without a word again.
“You’re still so wet,” I murmured, moving my fingers down to stroke her, testing that she was still open enough for me. “Did blowing me turn you on? Did you like having my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes,” Cass admitted, blushing. She looked so damn pretty when she blushed.
I grinned at her and brushed our lips together. “Did it feel good? Hmmm? Nice and thick and heavy?”
Cass squirmed, but her face said it all. She had liked it.
I stroked my fingers inside of her a little harder and faster, getting her nice and desperate for me. I loved how easily I could get her to be desperate just from my words, the way a few comments could make her squirm and blush. It was intoxicating. I wondered if someday I could get her to come just by dirty talking her—if I could even get her to come on command, coming when I ordered her to.
But that was a question for another time. Right now, I was going to fuck her until we both saw stars.
I drew my fingers out of her and spread her legs, my fingers digging into her thigh as I slid my cock in.
Fuck yes, this was better even than her mouth. I loved it. I never wanted to be separated from her. When I was inside her like this, I couldn’t think of anything else. Nothing else mattered. How had I gone so long without this, without her? Why hadn’t I reached out to her months, years before? How had I let myself forget how perfect we were together?
No more. I had Cass in my life again and I wasn’t going to let her go this time. Hell no.
I kissed her over and over, letting her relax around me and get used to the feeling of me being inside her again before I thrust into her. I loved the feeling of her underneath me, of getting to be over her, almost protecting her—even if there was really nothing to protect her from. I just wanted to take care of her, and
I loved that this position made me feel like I was.
Bracing my knee on the bed, I drove into her harder, and Cass cried out, clawing at my shoulders and back. I latched onto her neck, her beautiful pale neck, and sucked at it, careful not to leave any marks where they might be seen tomorrow. I didn’t want her to be embarrassed.
“Raff!” Cass arched up, pushing her hips down, meeting me thrust for thrust. “God, Raff, oh God—”
Did she have any idea what it did to me to hear her saying my name like that? Crying it out in the throes of ecstasy? God, it made me want to come on the spot, and I had to grit my teeth to hold it back. I thrust into her again, again, shifting angles until I found the one that made her shriek and dig her nails into me. Fuck yes, that was it. I wanted to drive her back over the edge again, right into ecstasy for a third time that night.
Cass moaned and tugged at my hair, her blue eyes wide and glazed, unseeing. I reached up and cupped her face. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to see you this time.”
I hadn’t gotten to watch her come the last time, since she’d been on her hands and knees and I’d fucked her from behind. This time, I wanted to get to watch her. Earlier I’d been focused on keeping her upright, and it had been nice, but I wanted the full experience of her coming around my cock while I watched her face.
I reached down between us and rubbed at her clit, and that was all it took. Cass went flying over the edge, gasping, her eyes so dark I could barely see the blue in them. Her face went pale and then flushed all over, bright red, her mouth open on a silent cry. She tightened around me and shuddered with her whole body. I was sure even her toes were curling.
Fuck. There was no way I could hold on after that. I came even as she still finished out her own orgasm, the tight clench of her bod too much for me. It was glorious. My entire brain buzzed, my body coursing with pure pleasure.
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