“Sure,” Cass said. She sounded excited. “I haven’t been to a nightclub in years!”
Huh. That was odd. Cass had always loved a party when I last knew her, even though she’d loved her studies even more. What had changed?
Well, I wasn’t about to let Cass miss out on something that she was looking forward to. We were definitely going out, it seemed.
The club that Furio took us to was clearly a popular one, although we had arrived early enough that it wasn’t too crowded yet. I snagged us a table and we ordered some drinks—and one of Furio’s employees immediately asked Cass to dance.
“Ah, no thanks, I’m not quite ready just yet,” Cass replied. “But thank you!”
I could see several other men eyeing her up, and I had to swallow down another growl as I realized just how many of them were clearly thinking of coming to ask her to dance. I couldn’t blame them for admiring her, of course. She looked fucking gorgeous in a sexy, tight-fitting red dress. It was a lot more sexy, a better club-suited dress, than the blue one she’d worn last night, which had been flowing and elegant. I could see every one of her curves like this, and her breasts were tantalizingly pushed up by the fabric, and fuck, I wanted her.
The problem was that so did every other man.
I stood up after Cass had finished her drink. “Shall we?” I asked, holding my hand out to her.
Cass looked surprised and glanced around her at the other people who were dancing, or seemed ready to start asking her to dance. “What about Kelly and Furio?”
It was a valid question. We couldn’t have them seeing us dancing or there might be speculation. Kelly could report us to Parker and while Furio wouldn’t be under any obligation to do that as well, he might very well say something if he was annoyed that Cass was with me and not him. Who knew?
Either way, we needed to be discrete about this…
Wait.
I looked around. “Do you see either of them?”
Cass looked around as well. Her eyebrows rose. “I don’t see them.”
I peered through the dancing crowd. Maybe they were out on the dance floor already? While Kelly probably shouldn’t be publicly dancing with a client like this, I couldn’t judge or I’d be hypocrite thanks to my behavior with Cass, and what Kelly was doing probably wasn’t as bad as sleeping with the person who was her assistant. Furio wasn’t her boss and she wasn’t his.
They weren’t on the dance floor either.
“Huh.” I looked over at Cass and grinned. “Looks like it means that you and I are in the clear, if you want to have a dance.”
Cass blushed and looked for a second as though she might hesitate, but then she put her hand in mine. “Sure, why not?” She held up a stern finger. “Just one dance, though.”
“Just one dance,” I promised her.
I led her out onto the dance floor, and immediately pressed her close to me. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the last time we’d been together like this. The night of her 21st birthday when we’d been at the bar together. Of course, it was wildly different from then—that had been a bar in our small town. This was a pretty exclusive, popular nightclub in Rome.
But we were still dancing together in a crowd, and she was still wearing some tight clothing and pressing all up against me and Jesus Christ, there is no way that I could resist putting my hands on her.
Cass turned around so that her back was against my chest, wrapping her arm around my neck so that I could dip my head down and we could hear what the other one was saying.
Not that I had any intention of really talking.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and moved against her in time with the music, glancing around to see a couple other guys glaring at me. Ha. Too bad, boys. Cass wanted to be with me, not them. A possessive, triumphant thrill ran through me. Cass was gorgeous and she knew it. She could’ve told me no way and gone to dance with someone else, but she’d let me dance with her instead.
Cass’ head fell back against my shoulder and I had to bite back my groan of pleasure at watching her lose her mind against me. Her hips and ass were moving sensually against me and there was no way I could keep myself from getting hard.
I ground against her and dipped my head down, kissing at her neck. Cass moaned—it was too loud in the club for me to hear it, but I could feel it vibrating against my whole chest—and tipped her head farther back, giving me more of her neck to kiss.
God, I wanted her so badly. Last time we’d done this I’d gotten to fuck her, and I wanted to do that again—it felt like I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath. I tightened my grip on her waist and Cass ground against me. We were barely dancing at this point, more like we were just grinding against each other, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep things publicly appropriate for much longer.
I knew that Cass could feel how hard I was. My pants were tight and every tug of the fabric against my cock had me feeling like I’d burst at any fucking moment. And Cass wasn’t stopping. She was encouraging me, grinding against me, holding onto me.
“Let’s go back,” I blurted out, my lips catching against her ear. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”
It was a risk. Cass might be comfortable with some sexy dancing but not going all the way again. She’d kind of given me the cold shoulder after the last couple of times.
But instead of pushing me away or saying no, Cass shuddered and nodded. “Yes,” she breathed out, staring up at me, her blue eyes dark and hungry.
Fuck.
We slipped out of the club and headed back to the hotel. “Ready to do another kind of dancing?” I teased her as we got onto the elevator.
Cass burst out laughing. I loved being able to make her laugh. It wasn’t easy when she was so focused and determined as a person. She’d never been easy to make laugh even when we were much younger. I knew it was a cheesy line, but hey, I wasn’t trying to be serious here. I grinned in triumph.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she replied as we exited the elevator and headed back to my hotel room.
I knew that it might not matter but I didn’t want her to have to feel awkward about kicking me out later if that was what she wanted. She’d as good as done that this morning after all and it had probably been hard for her. If I was going to show her how good we were together then by God I was gonna do it in a way that made sure she saw I was respecting her boundaries and ready to take some things slow if that was what she wanted.
Cass might not have been able to appreciate it yet, but I was in this for the long haul. This trip to Rome had unexpectedly turned into my opportunity to start wooing her the way I’d been imagining since she’d first walked through my office door. I wasn’t going to just leave it at this. I wanted her to see that I wasn’t going to give up and that I was in this one hundred percent.
But Cass was also easily spooked. Obviously. She was ready to run away every chance she got. So, I’d just keep it to sex for now, since that seemed to be where she was comfortable. And I’d win her over bit by bit. Let her see that I wasn’t looking for just a casual hookup. Hell, I could get one of those anywhere. Cass was special.
I opened the door to my room, my fingertips trailing across her body as she crossed in front of me to enter. I closed the door behind us and grabbed her instantly, pulling her against me.
Her body felt so good against mine. I could never get enough of it. I could spend the rest of my life fucking her—and I certainly planned to—and I didn’t think I would ever get tired of the way our bodies joined together, how they felt up against each other, grinding, rubbing, turning us into almost but not quite one entity.
We kissed passionately, constantly, and for a few moments it felt like we were back in the club on the dance floor, just grinding against each other. I was so fucking hard I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I wanted to just grind away against her until I orgasmed, but I knew that would only provide temporary relief. What I really wanted to do was fuck her again.
Bein
g inside of her was like a fucking drug. I didn’t want anything else. I didn’t need anything else. Just her, only her.
I tugged at her, taking a step back, and we stumbled backwards until the backs of my legs hit the bed. We never stopped kissing the entire time, like we were permanently joined at the mouth. And hey, that didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Except that I wanted to put my mouth other places, too.
I pulled away from her slick lips to plant kisses along the column of her throat, right into the hollow of it, then along her collarbones. Cass rolled her hips against mine, spreading her legs so that she was straddling me. In the process the skirt of her dress hitched up and then it was just her lace-covered pussy against my crotch, against my ever-hardening cock.
Jesus Christ, that felt good. I could feel how warm and wet she was, the fabric between us starting to grow damp and stained from my precome and her slick. Hell yes. As if her moans and breathy sighs hadn’t been enough to prove to me how turned on she was, there was now this, too, undeniable proof that I was making her feel this good. Me and nobody else.
The possessive part of me that went nuts over Cass was pleased, like a monster purring away in my chest.
I kissed back up her neck, then worried her ear with my teeth. Cass gasped and squirmed. She was so fucking sensitive, it was amazing. I squeezed her hips to try and keep her still so that I could grind right up against her clit at the best angle for her. Cass moaned my name.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. You want us to do it just like this? Hmm?”
“R-Raff,” she gasped out. “S-so good.”
“Mmm, yeah, I know baby. You’re so eager for me. Just feel yourself, you’re so wet, fuck. You want me to fuck you?”
“Please,” she begged me. She tugged at my clothes. “Raff, please—”
She put up a stink about us never doing this again but the moment I kissed her she turned into a begging mess. It was a mass of contradictions and I didn’t know what to do about it, but I did know that there was no way I could resist her pleading for me like this.
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” I assured her. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I pulled back so that I could take off my clothes. I wanted skin against skin. Cass hurried to do the same, all of that gorgeous fabric falling away to reveal the luscious body underneath. She had such a good sense of fashion, driving me wild with the sexy dresses she owned, but nothing could be sexier to me than just herself, naked in my arms.
Cass chewed on her bottom lip, looking up at me through her lashes as if she was embarrassed. “Can I—can I ride you? I want to ride your cock.”
Oh Jesus fucking Christ. My cock jerked wildly in response to that, leaking steadily. Hell yeah. “If I ever say no to that, you’ll know that I’m an imposter and I’m really one of those evil plant aliens from space.”
Cass burst out laughing and I grinned in triumph. I loved being able to make her laugh. “So that’s a yes?”
“You’re damn right it is. C’mere, you.”
She was going to take me for a hell of a ride, I just knew it.
I pulled Cass to me and took her wrist in my hand, guiding it down between her legs. “Touch yourself for me, show me how good it feels.”
Cass flushed but did as she was told. My breath felt like fire in my lungs as she sank two fingers into herself, biting her lip. Oh yeah. That was the ticket. I stared at her fingers disappearing into her tight wet cunt, my mouth watering. I could still recall the taste of her all those years ago as I’d eaten her out. What if I did that again tonight?
But first, I wanted my cock in her.
Cass worked herself up quickly, clearly eager to get to the main event, and I couldn’t blame her. Some other night I might make her go slowly, tease herself, take my time watching her play with herself. The very idea of it had me spurting out even more precome. But I wasn’t going to leave her hanging right now, not after we’d basically been having foreplay out on the dance floor.
“You ready?” I asked her.
Cass nodded, drawing her fingers out and then spreading herself wide so that she could guide my cock inside. She touched me with such ease and confidence, stroking my cock a few times, coating it with her own slick before helping me to get inside of her—already she knew my body so well, her initial inexperience and shyness being overcome as we slept together more.
“Fuck, Cass,” I groaned out as she sank down onto me. Inch by inch, slowly but surely, until she was completely seated on me, her hips flush with mine. I bottomed out inside of her and had to hold my breath for a second, before letting it out nice and easy. Holy mother of God.
Cass’s mouth was open, her eyes closed, her head tipped back. I could see the flush went all the way down from her face through her entire body, turning her completely pink. It was sexy as fuck. Like I could see all the places where she was lit up with pleasure.
She didn’t waste a second now that I was entirely inside of her, pushing herself up on her knees until I almost slid out of her completely and I just about choked as she slid all the way back down. Jesus Christ I was going to blow my load way too quickly if she kept this up, but Cass had no mercy. She kept fucking me, over and over, pushing herself up and down until my eyes were practically fucking crossed with how good it felt.
She was so tight and slick—the pressure, the speed—oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah—yeah just like that—
I was mumbling nonsense to her, encouraging her, telling her how hot she looked, how sexy she was, watching her gorgeous breasts bouncing with her movements, my cock disappearing over and over into her slick pussy—holy fuck, there was no way I could hang on—and then she started touching herself.
Watching as Cass rubbed her own clit, the way she started letting out these high-pitched cries of pleasure, these little oh, oh, oh noises, yeah, there was no way I could hold back. I came hard, my hips working furiously, emptying myself into her.
Jesus Christ.
16
Cass
Feeling Raff shoot up into me was amazing. Having him under me like this and getting to drive him wild was an amazing power trip that I hadn’t even known I wanted until now.
He was frantic, thrusting into me wildly, without thought, and I rubbed at my clit hard, the feeling of him completely losing control spurring me into my own orgasm. It felt so fucking good, and so triumphant. I loved it. I was addicted to it.
I slowly began to come down from the high, my orgasm washing over me bit by bit, receding slowly like the tide—and then I found myself flipped over onto my back, Raff grinning down at me.
“Oh, no way I was going to let you have all the fun, darling,” he promised me.
The pet names got to me more than I would ever admit. The baby, sweetheart, darling, all those words that seemed to come to his lips so easily. Did he really mean them? Or did he just say those things to all the women he slept with? Were they just empty platitudes to him or something more?
I hoped they meant something. I wished they were real.
But in the meantime, I had Raff kissing me, and I couldn’t really focus on my personal romantic crisis. I wrapped my arms around him, savoring the intimacy in the aftermath of our double orgasm.
Then Raff pulled away, his hands spreading my legs. “I loved doing this to you the first time.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he dove between my legs, licking up my thighs, and I realized—he was going to eat me out. Just like when we’d hooked up all those years ago.
I moaned at the realization, grabbing onto the bedsheets with one hand and his hair with the other. Fuck. His tongue was just as clever as it had been that first time, maybe even more so. I whimpered and moaned shamelessly. He seemed to like when I was loud, which was a good thing seeing as I would’ve had a damn hard time keeping my noises to myself.
Raff licked into me like he was trying to get every single bit of the come he’d fucked into me back out again, like he was devouring himself and my own orgasm, tasting the both o
f us mingled together in my pussy. It was so dirty and so hot all at the same time and it only turned me on more.
He avoided my clit for the most part, teasing me, or perhaps worried about overstimulating me. He focused on curling his tongue in and out of me instead, licking through my folds, and sucking hickeys into my thighs. I had noticed that despite all of his kissing he was careful not to leave any marks on my neck where someone might see, sparing me any embarrassment. I appreciated it. But nobody would be seeing my thighs, and so he could mark them up as much as he wanted.
It reminded me of that first night in Rome, just two nights ago. Had it only been two? It felt like a lifetime. Raff had been so possessive then, wanting to claim me so badly, and he’d succeeded. I wondered if part of him marking me up now, his teeth scraping over my soft, sensitive skin, was to prevent me from getting with Furio or any of the men who’d been so attentive to me tonight.
Raff finally moved up to my clit, as if he had at last satisfied himself that he had licked me clean, that he had consumed all evidence of our coupling and my orgasm, what he’d done to me—and then the real ride began. He pressed the flat of his tongue to my clit and guided me into grinding against it. Oh God. I had never felt anything that was quite like this. The texture and the concentrated pressure on my clit, the softness and slickness and yet the unrelenting feeling, the lack of total give, the tiny little taste buds that created miniscule bumps, an added texture—it was all so fucking good.
I wasn’t even able to grind against his tongue properly. I just squirmed and writhed, completely undone. After my first orgasm and now this—it was too much. I felt like I had been pushed over the edge of pleasure and was now being held hostage there. But I never wanted it to end, either.
And then it was gone.
Raff pulled away, planting his hands on my thighs, his powerful strength keeping me pinned. He began to lap delicately at my clit, teasing me. I cried out, begged and pleaded, but it was no use. He only gave me the lightest of licks, just enough to send sparks through my body and keep me right on the edge, but not enough to really satisfy me or throw me over.
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