by C. L. Parker
“I want you to shut up and do what I tell you to do.”
She leveled me with a narrow glare as she continued, but I could see the smooth alabaster of her skin warm to a luscious pink. She was turned on. So was I. This was how it had been for us in the beginning, back when pissing each other off had been every bit a form of foreplay as oral sex or hand jobs.
The memory of the way we once were, coupled with the sight of all those curves being revealed before me, heated my own blood. As if my body had become a stand-in for that which I was forbidden to touch, I pulled my own shirt over my head and threw it to the floor, kicking my shoes off afterward. Fearing I wouldn’t be able to resist taking her, I left my pants on.
Cassidy had finished undressing, standing among a pile of her own clothes with her panties still covering her bare feet. Her body had filled out more since birthing Abe, but those curves were in all the right places, a voluptuous smorgasbord of “touch me here, taste me there.”
“Turn around. Slowly.”
She did as I said, and I was nearly brought to my knees at the sight of her backside. It had always been one of her sexiest assets, but now…my God, now more than ever I wanted to grab two handfuls of those juicy cheeks and spread her wide while fucking her ass.
“You’re so goddamn tempting,” I told her.
She faced me once more. “Am I? Is that why you’re touching yourself again?”
I looked down, the bulge protruding from my groin almost capping the waistband of my pants to give the object of its lust a not so proper greeting. And, yeah, I’d been palming it again.
“Get on the bed.”
Cassidy went over to her side and lifted the corner of the duvet to climb under.
“Stop.” She froze in place at my command. “On top of the covers, not under them. I want you laid out before me.”
She did as I said, stretching her length down the center of the bed, though she crossed her arms over her gently marred stomach. Those faded stretch marks had been the result of carrying my son in her womb. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, Cassidy. Your body is mine, and I crave all of it. Now put your arms at your sides and don’t move until I tell you to.”
With a protesting huff, her arms found their place as directed. I stood at the foot of the bed, taking my time looking her over and letting the anticipation build. The thin patch of strawberry blond curls at her mound would be soft to the touch—if I’d been allowed to feel them—but the plump folds glistening with her wetness would be like silk on my fingers, like honeysuckle on my tongue. Lifting one knee, I placed my hands flat on either side of Cassidy to crawl over her.
Cassidy’s eyes shot wide as the mattress sank with my weight. “What are you doing? You’re not allowed to touch me.”
“I’m not touching you.” I stopped with my face inches from her pussy, letting her feel the warmth of my breath on all that sensitive flesh. Tempted. I was so tempted to taste her, but I refrained, leisurely edging farther up her body. “What did she say to you, Cassidy? What did Katya whisper into your ear? Did she say anything at all, or was it merely an excuse to put her breasts on you?”
Her breaths were coming quicker now. Ah, yes, she’d been affected. “I…I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t?” I stopped to hover over one very pert nipple, the same peachy pink as her mouth, and let my warm breath tease it. “Or won’t?”
“Both.” Cassidy arched her back, nearly causing my lips to brush the bud surrounded by the puckered flesh that screamed for my attention.
I drew back to a safe distance and then gave her a chastising tsk. “Careful. If we break the rules, we’ll have to stop. You don’t want to stop, do you, Cassidy?”
She rubbed her thighs together, her fists clenching the duvet as she shook her head back and forth.
“Good girl.” I ducked my head, careful not to graze her with so much as a hair when I peered down to see what the fuss was about. Cassidy was positively drenched, slick, and, if I had to guess, silky soft to the touch with all the self-lubing going on.
Inhaling the scent of her arousal, I let a long, audible exhale release through my nose. I knew she felt it on her stomach, and, with any luck, it had traveled down to provide a cooling sensation to the wetness at the center of her mound. “Jesus, I bet that little clit of yours is every bit as swollen and hard as my cock is right now. Isn’t it?”
She moaned and rubbed her thighs together again. I looked up, finding her eyes hooded and her teeth scraping the meaty morsel of her lip.
“Do you need to be touched?”
“Y-you can’t touch me,” she reminded me once more.
“That’s not what I asked you. Do you need to be touched?”
“Yes.” Her answer was a breathy whisper.
I could hear my own voice, low and husky. “Then do it. Let me watch as you touch yourself.”
“I don’t know how.”
“You’re lying. You’ve been taking care of your own needs all this time that I’ve failed to do so for you. So show me.”
“Shaw—”
“If you don’t sully our sheets with your come, I’m going to break the goddamn rules and fuck you with a vengeance. Either way, you will come. Now, show me.”
She lifted her hand, timidly moving it across her abdomen before making the detour to the intended destination. My own anticipation began to build as her fingers pushed through the soft and curlies and the pad of her middle digit made first contact with that tiny bundle of nerves.
I moaned. Me. I was the one that fucking moaned. “More,” I rasped.
That middle digit’s two neighbors joined in the fun as she pushed farther south, finally coating her fingers in the wet and wild before starting a circular motion.
“That should be my tongue on you, Cassidy,” I told her, drawing a moan that had not belonged to me this time. “Have you ever wondered why I chose sweetness as my pet name for you?”
She said nothing, just kept moving those fingers round and round. I was so captivated I couldn’t peer up to see if she’d heard me.
“It’s because of the way you taste,” I divulged. “So sweet my mouth waters thinking about it. Coat your fingers in all that honey for me, sweetness. It’s gathering inside you.”
Still she said nothing, but she did as I asked, dipping her fingers low. I scooted down her body and off the mattress, deciding to get a better vantage point to watch as my woman masturbated for me. Standing at the foot of the bed, I issued another directive. “Spread your legs for me, Cassidy. Let me see you.”
Fucking A, but she did. Not only did she spread her legs, but she also raised her knees to let them fall open even farther to the glorious view. The lips of her pussy were already tinged a glorious pink, her bud begging me to have a suckle, and her opening now filled to the knuckle by her own finger.
I inched back onto the bed, the lower half of my body remaining on the floor as I propped myself up by my elbows and watched Cassidy work herself.
“Add another,” I told her, only then realizing that I was grinding my jean-clad cock against the mattress. Fuck it. I’d stop myself before coming, but easing a little bit of the pressure couldn’t hurt.
Cassidy pushed a second finger inside herself, slowly pumping them back and forth as the heel of her palm rubbed at her clit.
“That’s my good girl.” Goddamn, those should have been my fingers fucking her while I sucked on that pearl.
“Do you remember the first time I touched you there, sweetness?” Her breath stuttered and she plunged deeper into that tight recess. “I do. I couldn’t believe how warm and wet you were for me, how snug the walls of your pussy felt as they clenched my fingers.”
She moaned and I chanced a glance up to see those crimson locks spread out like a halo on the pillow beneath her thrashing head. Her eyes were closed, denying me the green depths of them. “Yeah…you remember. Pull your fingers free. Let me see.”
Cassidy did
as I said, and the light of the room reflected off the slick glistening of those two lucky bits that had felt what I craved.
“I want to taste them,” I told her. “Wrap my tongue around them and suck them into my mouth to lick them clean.”
Her moan was louder this time, her knees drawing up further as she remained spread and lifted her ass, instinctively searching for friction.
“Put them back inside you. Deeper this time. Faster.”
It wasn’t often that Cassidy ever followed my orders. In fact, she usually did the opposite, adamant about maintaining control. But she was at my mercy in this weakened state, more susceptible to my manipulations when the promise of release awaited her at the end.
Harder and faster she pumped her fingers, abandoning the in-and-out to seat them deep, all the way to the knuckles. Her hand moved back and forth and I knew she’d found what she’d been looking for. She arched her back, bringing her palm closer to her clit to double the sensation.
“You found your G-spot, didn’t you? Stroke it harder, Cassidy. You’re on the brink. I can smell it.” I inhaled sharply to punctuate my point and couldn’t help but lick my lips, too, as if I could taste her scent in the air. God, why did the mattress feel so good rubbing against my cock?
“Katya is going to be well pleased,” I reminded her, grunting with a little back-and-forth action of my own below the waist. “She thought we couldn’t do this, but she was wrong, and she’ll be very happy to know you found pleasure while touching yourself, not only at my directive, but at hers.”
It must have been exactly the right thing to say at exactly the right time because all that work she’d been doing on her clit intensified along with the thrusting going on inside her fucking gorgeous pussy. A pussy that would’ve felt glorious wrapped around my cock at the moment.
“Shaw,” she moaned my name, a desperate sort of plea.
“Do it for me, sweetness. Let me watch your come spill out of that pussy with your orgasm. Do it. Do it now!”
She lifted her head, and her abdomen contracted as she partially rose off the bed to look down at the center attraction. When her mouth dropped open and her wrist adamantly sprung forward for a deeper reach, I knew what was coming next. Her.
Cassidy clenched her teeth on the moan that filled the room as she retracted her fingers and the milky proof of her orgasm spilled forth.
“Holy fuck,” I growled, my hips slamming against the mattress as if that were going to beat away the seed trying to make its way up my shaft to join her.
When she’d finished coming, Cassidy looked down at the mess and began to laugh even through all that heavy breathing. “Oh, my God…I…I can’t believe we just…did that.” She fell back onto the mattress with an exhausted huff, throwing her arm over her head.
Yeah, we just fucking did that. I smiled victoriously to myself, but there was still one bit of business left on the table. A prize I’d say I’d earned. The final piece of the puzzle.
Mentally issuing an “at ease” to the soldier boy in my pants, not that he was as good at following orders as the lady of the hour was, I climbed farther onto the bed to lie beside a very satisfied Cassidy. “I believe there was a part two to our assignment?”
She turned her face to look at me past her limp arm. “You want to know what Katya said?”
I reached up and took her wrist, pulling her arm free and stopping with her hand before me. With deliberate motion, I sucked those two orgasm-soaked fingers into my mouth and took my consolation prize. “Tell me.”
Cassidy sat up and twisted around to lean into me, her naked breasts pressing against my chest. It was the first physical contact I’d had with her body since we’d begun and it put my entire nervous system on high alert. Turning the tables of my own teasing technique against me, her warm breath caressed my neck as she whispered into my ear, “ ‘Once Shaw has brought you to orgasm, you will gift him the same. I want you to suck…his…cock.’ ” She mocked Katya’s accent, putting direct emphasis on the last three words before continuing, “ ‘Swallow his cum and take it into yourself. Do not be a wasteful girl.’ ”
My fucking dick was hard enough to plow through concrete like a jackhammer. I closed my eyes, listening to the words while recalling the sight of another woman pressing herself so seductively against Cassidy. Though I in no way desired Katya for my own, it was clear she would love nothing more than to touch my girl the same way Cassidy had just touched herself. And that was definitely a turn-on. Cassidy might not ever admit to it, but I suspected it was true for her as well.
Cassidy’s hand inched down my stomach. “That’s what she said to me, Shaw. And that’s what I’m going to do.”
There is a God. There is a God. There is a God!
Scrambling toward the foot of the bed with explicit purpose, she tugged my belt loose and popped the button of my jeans before releasing the zipper. I was forced to lift my ass when she grabbed the waistband of my pants and gave them a hard yank to pull them free of my legs.
My cock sprung to attention, slowly rising of its own accord as if to show off for her. Cassidy’s gaze locked on to it, and then she licked her goddamn lips. In response, the head leaked precum, weeping a salty tear of joy for what was about to come. And come. And come.
Thinking back on it—though I wasn’t sure how I was able to form a coherent thought about anything at the moment—I realized she hadn’t blown me since Valentine’s Day. Before that, it had been our anniversary. Incidentally, it had been those same two occasions that I’d gone down on her. Yeah, I’d really dropped the ball.
Cassidy wasted no time getting down to it with a long lap from base to tip, a swirl of her tongue, followed by some deep throat action with some hellafied suction. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I forced the fuckers to face front and center because no way did I want to miss seeing a second of this.
It wasn’t going to take long. Fuck me, but it wouldn’t. Cassidy’s mouth was hot, her plump lips sealed around my cock as her cheeks hollowed out with an intense draw. Cupping my balls, she massaged them with a skilled precision that worked in tandem with the rhythmic bobbing of her head. Her mouth was spread wide to accommodate my size, but still she was able to take me all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing around the head and then pulling back to let her flattened tongue do wicked things to my ultrasensitive skin.
“Oh, God, sweetness,” I groaned, my hands finding their way into her hair for no other reason than because I wanted to feel the up-and-down motion on my palms. I didn’t push, I didn’t pull; I just let her do the damn thing. She certainly didn’t need any help from me.
Pressure began to build higher and higher in my sac, and then Cassidy gripped the base of my cock, giving it a not so gentle squeeze while her mouth took on the head. Her lips curled tight around the place just below the pronounced ridge of the tip, and she manipulated the hell out of that spot, sparing no mercy because there was none to give.
“Fuck, Cass…Are you sure you want me to come in your mouth?” The words were strained as every muscle in my body went taut. I gripped her hair, making sure she didn’t venture into “let’s switch it up” land. Because I was about to come. Hard.
She didn’t say anything—couldn’t, what with her mouth being full and all—but she did look up at me with an unequivocal determination in her eyes that was synonymous with the name Cassidy Whalen. I fucking loved it.
A ferocious growl that I could feel building in my chest before it clawed its way out preceded the rocketing sensation of my seed. I shoved Cassidy’s head all the way down until my cock touched the back of her throat, and then I let it go, coming hard in my girl’s mouth.
I watched in awe as Cassidy continued to suck me. Her eyes closed and she moaned around each demanding draw and swallow.
When it became too much for me to handle and I had nothing more to give her, I eased my grip on Cassidy’s hair and lifted her chin so she’d release me. With a self-satisfied air about her, she
wiped the corner of her mouth with her middle finger, and then her tongue made one more appearance to lick it clean.
When I arched a brow in question, she shrugged and said, “Katya told me not to be wasteful.”
Katya was my new best friend. I laughed, pulling her up my body to nestle in the crook of my arm. We stayed like that for some time before we both decided we had the munchies and got dressed to hit the fridge.
I was damn proud of us. For the good of our relationship, we’d sacrificed time with Abe and we’d successfully managed our very naughty assignment. Next on the list was our meeting with Dr. Sparling. And yeah, he’d given us a sort of assignment as well, food for thought. He was going to quiz us on how well we really knew each other, and Cassidy was now freaking out because she’d forgotten about it.
Sitting in the corner of the couch, her legs were curled up to her chest. “What if he tells us we have no business being together? What then?”
“That’s not going to happen, Cass.”
“But it could happen.”
“Not likely. And even if it does, so what? It doesn’t change anything. We’re two grown adults. We don’t have to do what he says.”
“Yes, we do. We signed a contract.”
Ah, yes. The contract. Ms. By-the-Book wouldn’t dare go against a document she’d signed. Not under duress.
“Come on, Shaw. If a total stranger, a professional in the field, says we’ve got no business being together, maybe we’d better listen. And oh, my God”—she gripped her own fingers, twisting them this way and that—“what’s that going to mean for Abe? He’s going to be so confused. That sort of thing could really damage a kid his age. He’ll hate us both. And then he’ll probably grow up to be a serial killer or something.”
“Cassidy, stop!” I might have raised my voice a little bit on that one, but she was pseudo-hyperventilating, eyes wild with panic as her frantic mind started drumming up all sorts of fictional scenarios. It was best I put the brakes on before she mentally had our son living out the rest of his days in a straitjacket and a muzzle before going to the electric chair. “Nothing like that is going to happen because I won’t let it.”