by Max Monroe
“Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just your cock,” I called over my shoulder.
He didn’t waste any time. Thatch was hot on my heels and removing my clothes before I could say otherwise. Within seconds, we were both gloriously naked, standing beside his bed, and kissing the hell out of each other.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up with ease until my legs were wrapped around his waist. “Show me what you were fantasizing about today, honey,” he groaned against my mouth as he laid us on the bed. His cock was hard and ready between my thighs and pressing against the oh-so-perfect place. “Fuck, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”
I gripped his hair and tugged his lips away from mine. “Beg me for it,” I demanded. “Say, ‘let me feel your perfect pussy.’”
He smirked down at me as he thrust forward, sliding teasingly across where I was already wet and throbbing for him. “Is that what you want, baby? My dirty mouth?”
I nodded. God, yes. Dirty talk me, you sexy giant. His body spanned the space of two regular men. He didn’t have two dicks, but he sure knew how to use the one.
“Please, let me feel this perfect fucking pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Mistress Cassie Grey,” I added.
One of his brows quirked up, confused.
“Say it, Thatchastasia.”
“Thatch-astasia?” He sat back on his heels and stared down at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I grinned. “I’m showing you, remember?”
“Let me get this straight.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You wrote yourself as the male dominant, and I’m the female submissive?”
“It’s the only way it would work, Thatchastasia.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re way more submissive than I am, baby,” I explained.
He started to shake his head, but I kept talking. “And speaking of the whole submissive thing, you’re not very good at it right now. You should be saying Mistress Cassie Grey every time you address me.” I patted his knee. “But don’t worry, we’ll work up to it.”
He stared at me for a minute before an amused smirk raised the corner of his mouth. “You planning on spanking me, Mistress Cassie Grey?”
“Only if you’re bad.”
He waggled his brows and grabbed my ankle with one of his large hands. “Oh, believe me, I’m going to be all kinds of bad, honey.” His lips started a slow and heated path from my ankle to my inner thigh. “I’m going to blow your mind.”
“You’re a terrible submissive,” I said through a soft moan. “I should spank the shit out of you for topping from the bottom and not addressing me properly.”
“Spank me later. Right now, I have to put my mouth on you.” His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide for his heated gaze. “You gonna come right on my tongue?”
Well, shit, I didn’t have to think twice about that. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as my head fell back on the pillows.
His mouth was on me before I could take my next breath. With tiny, insistent strokes, his tongue thrummed against my clit as his lips applied the perfect amount of suction. I clenched the sheets in my fists, and my thighs shook in anticipation.
“You taste so fucking good,” he whispered against my aching skin sloppily, still eating me as he spoke.
I gripped his hair as my hips started to move against his mouth of their own accord.
“You’re so close. Your pussy’s already trying to trap my tongue.” He slid his hands up my body, past my hips, until they reached my panting chest. “These fucking tits are going to be the death of me someday,” he groaned as he gripped my breasts and brushed his thumbs across my nipples.
God, the man had some serious skills. I was convinced his tongue had graduated with an Ivy League doctorate in oral. Within seconds, thanks to a perfect swirl and two quick flicks of my clit, I was screaming his name through a mind-blowing orgasm. I expected the fog to last, but I wanted him too badly. Each roll of pleasure only drove me to want more.
“Now, Thatch,” I panted as he rolled a condom down his length. “Please, fuck me now,” I begged.
“I don’t think either of us are born submissives, baby. But your sweet voice begging me to fuck you sure makes me think you could be.” He smirked down at me as he kneeled between my thighs.
Before I could offer a snappy retort, he gripped my thighs and pushed inside me, hard and so deliciously deep. “Holy. Shit.”
He groaned. “I’m never leaving this pussy.” He increased his rhythm, driving into me with wild and uninhibited movements. “I’m just going to eat, fuck, and sleep inside this perfect cunt for the rest of my life.”
“Yes. Let’s do that,” I agreed on a whimper. “Just fuck me all the time.”
He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us around so he was lying on his back and I was straddling his thighs. “Ride me, Cassie,” he demanded as he sat up to grab my breasts and suck a hard nipple into his mouth. “Let me see those gorgeous tits bounce.”
God. Following his command, I noticed each jolt from the weight of my breasts as though they were connected by a live wire to my pussy. I knew he was watching them, and the unbelievably sexy feeling I got from it was overwhelming.
I didn’t stop riding the Jolly Green Giant’s cock until I was shouting through another perfect orgasm. The climax was so strong I felt like it had wrung me out from the inside and left my body limp and sated as I laid my head against his chest.
Holy hell. I just need a minute to catch my breath.
Yeah, just a minute.
Just one…
How did that saying go?
Fall asleep in the middle of sex once, shame on you. Fall asleep in the middle of sex twice, shame on me. What would happen on the third time? Cassie needed to see a doctor?
Fuck. I was positive if I had to experience her falling asleep on my dick for a third time, I’d end up permanently bowlegged and my balls would shrivel up inside my body.
I’d at least partially understood the first bout of coitus interruptus since I’d been shocked to the point of off my game, but this go ’round, I’d been highly engaged in some of my best moves. And still, her orgasmic bliss was the end of my own. Out like a light, she’d started to snore into my already damp skin, slick with her drool.
I probably needed to skip to the third scenario and find a doctor who made sleep-sex house calls. Maybe Dr. Savannah Cummings is available. Yeah, no. Definitely not a good idea.
Is this what real life looked like?
Unceasingly unsatisfied sexually while being covered in other people’s bodily fluids?
The drool I could handle, but the blue balls were another thing entirely. I’d never liked it, not in the seventeen some odd years since I’d first lost my virginity, so I didn’t imagine I’d start now.
But for the first time in nearly the same length of time, I wasn’t longing for the physical companionship of some nameless, faceless woman with a body of my choosing. Instead, I fantasized exclusively about the flawless face of the very known woman currently mouth-breathing into my nipple.
“Cass?” I whispered, trying to rouse her from her coma. “Cass!” But I wasn’t surprised when she didn’t respond, truly entranced in the deep recesses of REM sleep.
“Goddamn fucking sound sleeper,” I grumbled as I shifted her off and slid away from the heat of her body. I was upset with her, but I was a hundred times more distressed by the fact I didn’t want to put distance between us, didn’t want to move to my side of the bed or leave it out of spite.
I wanted to lie there and listen to her breathe, something she so rarely gave anyone the opportunity to do. Bold and the complete antithesis of bashful, Cassie Phillips seldom shut up, and when she did, the violence of her overactive eyes spoke for her. But like this, she was completely at rest and her so often aggressive features melted into softness.
It made me wonder if there was a vulnerable woman inside of her anywhere, or if the fight
she so naturally manifested was the way of her mind. I wasn’t sure what I wanted the answer to be, but I knew I wanted to search for it.
She was naked, and her skin still held the glow of a healthy arousal-induced blush. Loose strands of chocolate hair fell around her mouth, one of them sticking to the moisture between her lips, so I reached out and pulled it free, my fingertips ghosting along the edge of her jaw as I pushed it to rest behind her ear.
Looking from her serene face to the glow of the clock behind her, I transitioned from inquisitive to agitated once again. I had to be up for work in three hours, and the steel rod in my dick made it nearly impossible to even consider sleep. I could work out the frustration on my own again, but I knew it’d leave me nothing but angry and no more satisfied.
I punched at the pillow beside my head and rolled over, closing my eyes to keep myself from staring at Cassie all night like I wanted to.
There was something about her that stirred something in me. She’d joked about mystery being a good foundation for a relationship, but she was at least partially right.
In the beginning, not understanding everything about someone was what made me want to know more. I’d been in this place before, but never for this long. Two dates, maybe three, and women always seemed to fall short of what I’d hoped. I wasn’t looking for someone who was perfect, just someone who perfectly affected me. Cassie had held my interest for far longer than any woman in the last fifteen years, and she wasn’t even trying for it.
If anything, she’d been trying to drive me away.
Staring out the window, I blinked into the lights of the building across the street and let my mind wander. To the things I’d done wrong, the ones I’d done right, and the majority that I wouldn’t change either way.
Three full hours without sleep and a cold shower later, and my irritation was starting to grow into impatience.
“Cass,” I called at normal volume, shaking her awake. “Wake up, fucking Narcoleptic Nancy.”
Her eyes fluttered delicately as her long lashes fought to unstick themselves from one another. She cleared her throat and touched my chest in confusion, the first moments of waking up some of her most interesting. It took a lot of work to transform from the peace of sleeping to the chaos of awake, and I enjoyed the opportunity to watch. Violent or soft, it was never the same.
“Thatcher?”
“Yep,” I answered shortly, frustrated by my feelings of the exact opposite of frustration. With a repeat of this kind of stunt, I should be fucking over it. Instead, all I could concentrate on was how undeniably attracted I was to her. Goddamn, why do I have to make everything so difficult for myself?
“It feels fucking early. Why are you waking me up early?” she asked and accused at once, her eyes still fully closed and her small hand resting on my shoulder. I could feel the heat of it all the way through my shirt.
“I have to go to work,” I said. I wanted to whisper, but I forced myself to speak loudly. After last night, she deserved this. And it didn’t hurt that it meant getting to see her, talk to her, take her in, before I headed out for the day.
“Ah, fuck. We’ve got to talk about this you going to work thing,” she replied as she cracked open one eye. “It’s really not working well for me.”
I raised my eyebrows in response but said nothing else.
“Is there coffee?” she asked, pouting her lip in a way that normally made me crumble. She’d only been around for a week, but women learned fast. They preyed on your weakness and then used it against you shamelessly. I kind of admired it.
“No,” I told her. “There’s no coffee.”
“No coffee?” she shrieked.
“No fucking coffee.”
“What’s wrong? Why is there no coffee?”
“Stop saying ‘no coffee.’”
“Then get me coffee!” she snapped, eyes open and alert.
“No. You’re a terrible fucking roommate. Only good roommates get coffee in bed in the morning.”
“What the hell did I do?”
I got right into her space, all the way in her face, my eyes staring directly into hers. She moved back until her back hit the headboard, and I followed her in. My voice was a rough whisper. “What face do I make when I come?”
“What?”
“What face do I make when I come during sex?” I asked again.
She searched for the answer, her eyes lifting up and to the right as she did, but it didn’t take long for her to figure out why she didn’t know the answer.
“Shit.”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
I pushed up and off the bed and stalked down the hall, grabbing my suit jacket from the back of the couch and throwing it on. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I picked up my wallet, keys, and phone and headed for the door.
Feet pounded behind me, but I didn’t bother to turn at the sound. She was everything no serious man should want—selfish, fucking crazy, and miles away from wanting a commitment. But when I thought about the past week with her, I couldn’t seem to convince myself I didn’t want it. And that was fucking dangerous.
“Thatch!” she yelled from the mouth of the hallway when I reached for the doorknob.
I looked over my shoulder in question, but I kept my body to the door.
“I just…I’m sorry.”
Her words hit me right in the chest. I hadn’t been expecting an unashamed, unmasked apology. My body turned toward her on its own.
“What are you sorry for?” I pushed, and my eyes took in the fact that she’d managed to throw on a pair of tiny shorts and a tank-top before leaving my bedroom.
She avoided the question. “I’ve never done that to anyone twice.”
I forced a dry chuckle, before turning back toward the door. “Great. I guess I’m just special.”
“Thatch.”
I turned once more and leaned my back into the door on an exhale. “What, Cass? You’re forgiven, okay? Neither of us owes the other anything in this scenario, and you know it just as well as I do.”
I didn’t want to be the one to give in, but this was turning into something I had never expected. I didn’t know how much one-sided interest I could take.
Her face shifted in a way I didn’t like, so I looked to the floor.
I’d never seen her coming.
At a dead run, she jumped up to wrap her arms around my neck and sealed her lips to mine. They tasted like regret and Cassie, and her smell enveloped me on a delay.
Hands at her ass, I lifted her higher and opened my mouth to her, and she didn’t squander the opportunity. Light licks tickled the tip of my tongue, and she yanked at my hair. I tried to find my bearings, figure out what was happening, but the feel of her body pressed to mine made it pretty much impossible.
She pushed herself closer, and I pulled at her hips. I needed more, and after a long night thinking about nothing but her, my body refused to accept any other answer.
I stroked her face with my thumbs as I forced our tongues to her mouth. Control was mine this time around, and I’d be damned if it ended in anything other than satisfaction.
Her legs tightened around my waist as I slid my hands down her sides, pausing at her perfect tits to slide my thumbs under their weight.
She moaned in my mouth, and that was all the incentive my feet needed to move.
Heading straight for the bedroom, I navigated to my hallway blindly, shoving my hands into the bottoms of her pajamas and kneading at the naked skin of her ass. She wore no underwear underneath.
“Fuck,” I breathed as one hand traced the crack of her ass all the way to her pussy. She was wet and wild and bucked at the intrusion of one of my thick fingers.
My tie came over my head with a few solid yanks from her, and she worked at the buttons of my shirt, nibbling at the skin as she exposed it.
Each pinch of her teeth made my already hard dick harder. Forcing her up when my shins hit the comforter, I unwrapped her legs and stood her up on the edge of the bed in front
of me. She was breathing hard as I pulled her shorts down roughly and shoved up her shirt to put my mouth to her tit. Her legs shook as I released her nipple with a pop, and I cut her legs right out from under her with a yank.
“Holy shit!” she yelled as her back hit the bed with a bounce.
Up and over, I flipped her on a roll, yanked her hips to mine and forced her knees into the bed. When her pussy glistened at me from between the cheeks of her ass, I reddened the skin with one sharp slap.
She yelped and shoved her ass back at me harder. My blood pounded.
“Go ahead, baby. Fall asleep on me now,” I taunted. “I dare you.”
Thatch kneeled on the bed while I straddled his thighs. He had one arm wrapped around my waist, while the other skimmed up my back and into the messy locks at the nape of my neck. Soft moans fell from my lips with each upward thrust of his hips.
“Come with me,” he demanded as his heady gaze stayed locked with mine.
Two bouts of giving him the Come Coma, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer this time. We’d been at it for a while, but I had no fucking concept of time. Thatch ensured I couldn’t focus on anything but him, holding my eyes with an intensity I’d never experienced.
My hands slid across this skin of his chest, his arms, until they found their way into his hair. I gripped the strands and pulled his mouth closer to mine as the initial sensations of my orgasm started to course through my veins. “Thatch, I’m there. I’m there,” I chanted. My lips brushed against his as panting breaths started to fall from my lungs.
He growled. “God, you’re gripping my cock so tight, honey.” His rhythm turned wild and reckless as he followed my lead, but he wasn’t taking any chances. As my release pulsed inside of me and my eyes wanted to roll closed, he slapped my ass hard. The sting faded straight to pleasure and rolled into another orgasm. I had to admit it was a smart move. Even I couldn’t fall asleep while his big hand was reddening my ass.
“Yes. Fuck,” he groaned as his long-awaited orgasm finally came to fruition. He wrapped both arms around my body, holding me tightly to his chest, as he rode out his climax inside me.