by Joanna Blake
I wasn’t backing down.
“Mase is right! I shouldn’t just move in with you- we just met!”
“You love me!”
I sighed. I hadn’t said it yet. And now I had to watch my words because I had a feeling Connor was on the verge of abducting me. Mase would not be so forgiving a second time. He’d come after me.
With reinforcements.
And then all hell would break loose.
“If you meant what you said- about getting married…”
“Yes I fucking meant it!”
“Then we’ll move in after that.”
His eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“Are you kidding? You want me to wait until we are married?”
I nodded. He looked like steam was about to come out of his head.
“That could take weeks!”
“We can still fool around-”
“Christ, Cassie! Sneaking in a little nookie when Mason isn’t looking is not the same and you know it!”
I shrugged.
“I can’t just be at your beck and call. I need to make plans- I was going to apply to college.”
“You can do that at my place.” He cleared his throat. “Our place.”
“I have a job, you are kind of far from The Jar.”
His jaw dropped and this time I did see steam come out of his ears.
“You are not setting foot in that place without me ever again!”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Oh, yes I am.”
He stepped forward until we were almost chest to chest. Or chest to stomach. He was a couple of feet taller than me.
“Oh, no you are not.”
“Don’t be an ass Connor. I said we could still be together.”
“Be together? When?”
“When I have time.”
He moaned and yanked me against him.
“But I need you baby. I need this.”
He kissed me deeply, letting his hands run all over me.
“I’ll give you a BJ if you stop arguing.”
His eyes got really, really big. So did his cock. I giggled and licked my lips, tilting my head to the side, leaning back in his arms.
“You will?”
“Uh huh. One BJ for every day you are patient.”
The poor man looked like he was going to faint. He opened his mouth to speak then he shut it again. Then he opened it again.
“One BJ a day?”
I nodded.
“And other stuff too. But a guaranteed blow job, just for being patient.”
He closed his eyes. Then he opened them and gave me a suspicious look.
“Starting now? And you’ll marry me when it’s all set?”
I smiled, reaching for his pants. Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees and undid his pants. He made a harsh sound of surrender and I knew I had won.
“Starting now.”
I pulled his cock free and bit my lip. He was so big but so delicious. I loved the way the skin of his cock was so silky. I even loved the veins that popped out of it.
He was hard just for me and I loved it.
I pulled his cock into my mouth and started sucking.
“Cass- oh God.”
His hands tangled in my hair. He wasn’t forcing me down onto his cock, he was just encouraging me. Giving pleasure as he took it. I hummed and traced the edge of his tip with my tongue.
His hips jerked and he muttered something about getting religion.
I smiled to myself, cupping his balls as I started to take him deeper, moving my head rhythmically up and down on his long, thick shaft. I gripped the base, twisting my head to the side with each stroke.
He was gasping for breath, moaning incoherently, his hips flexing. Even though we’d had sex twice already it didn’t take long for me to taste the first salty spurt of his come.
“Cass- I’m gonna-”
He howled as I sucked harder, pulling the seed from his cock as he held my head, pumping in and out of it. I relaxed my jaw, slurping and swallowing as jets of come filled my mouth.
I was still sucking when he dropped his hands, his body coming to a halt. I pulled the last few drops from him as he sighed, telling me what a good girl I was.
I helped him put his cock back into his pants, carefully zipping him back up. He seemed too dazed to do it himself. I smiled and stood up, sliding my arms around his waist.
Big strong arms held me close as he kissed the top of my head.
“Jesus woman.”
I smiled into his chest, not surprised that he was quiet. I was surprised at what he said next though.
“I’ll be back. Sit tight. It will take a few days to get the license and everything arranged.” He chucked me under the chin. “We’ll be hitched by Thursday.”
He kissed my lips and winked, leaving me standing in the kitchen with a dumbfounded look on my face.
Did he say Thursday?
I heard his car start, still staring at the kitchen door. He was off and running.
Well, I guess the man knows what he wants.
I was smiling as I wiped up the soapy water and started on the sink.
Connor loved me. Cassandra Elliot and Casey Jones and every version of me in between.
He loved me.
Connor
“Did you pick something yet?”
“Conn, we just got here.”
My sister was out with Cassie, getting her a wedding dress. I’d called ahead and told them to hide the price tags. I knew Cass would be squirrely about getting a fancy dress.
And I wanted my angel to have the best for the big day. My sweet, ridiculously sexy, best blowjob giver in the whole world, perfect little angel.
“Well, hurry up! Nothing too sexy but make sure-”
She laughed at me and hung up.
I stared at the phone scowling. Then I shrugged. We still had seven days until the wedding, if all went as planned. I’d hoped for sooner but even with my pull, it took a while to set things up.
Still, that was seven days worth of blowjobs… I groaned and pressed down on my cock. My little angel was torturing me today, texting me to describe how badly she wanted to suck my cock, and how she would do it.
I doubted I’d let her finish like she had yesterday. I wanted the full shebang. But man, the sight of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock had been amazing.
When we were married I decided I’d have to make a similar deal. Maybe if I did the dishes… she’d kiss my dick.
I nodded to myself. Brilliant plan, Conn. Bribe the woman for sexual favors. But fair was fair.
After all, she’d bribed me into waiting.
I was doing everything I could but the wedding was still a week away. I was nose to the grindstone to bring it all together. I’d brought in reinforcements too.
Sheila was helping me get a marriage license. I’d gotten the rings. My mom was setting up the venue, while my sister worked on Cassie.
Cassandra.
I shook my head. I was still getting used to that. It suited her though. She’d been smart to pick a fake name that was similar to her own.
You could always tell by the way someone responded when you said their name.
My girl was clever. And then some.
I stared at my laptop, feeling a moment of hesitation. I’d been thinking about this all day. Once I got the wedding stuff rolling, I needed to track down her identity to get Cassie new paperwork. She hadn’t been old enough to know her social.
All I had was a name and the town she was born in.
She’d been through so much. I didn’t want to bother her with this too. I knew it would only bring up painful memories.
I exhaled and typed her name into the system, saying a little prayer.
It was almost instantaneous. A photo of a beautiful girl in industrial lighting. She looked so sad, so lost. But softer. Like the world had just started kicking the shit out of her.
This was the photo they must have taken dur
ing intake.
I closed my eyes and opened her file. More photos- these were from before she’d entered the system. A happy normal family. Her mom was beautiful, not surprisingly. And her dad was a big strong guy.
Damn, they looked so happy. Not rich or famous. Just… normal.
And then boom. They go out for date night and never come back. A semi on the highway had gone into a skid, taking their crappy little car with them. If they’d had a bigger car, if the road hadn’t been slick, if the truck driver had driven just a little bit slower… they might have survived.
I read the report with tears in my eyes.
They’d been crushed, dying instantly.
Leaving their bright-eyed girl alone. No close relatives. No one to look after her except an elderly neighbor who was too frail for the job.
The state had taken over.
And they had done a fucking shitty job. I flipped through the pages, starting to see more and more evidence of her unhappiness. Cassie’s attitude changed. Her grades dropped. She became a ‘discipline case’ at school and a surly, unresponsive preteen during home visits from the social workers.
Oh, and she moved foster homes a half a dozen times.
I read to the end and closed it out. I never wanted to read it again, though I knew I would. Over and over until I’d memorized it.
As if that would change the hell she’d been through.
I jotted down her social and got it to Sheila. Then I went outside for some fresh air.
My perfect, sweet girl was a survivor. She’d been unwanted and unloved. How someone could turn their back on that beautiful girl was beyond me. But she didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
From now on, she always had a home.
She had me.
My phone buzzed and I exhaled in pleased surprise. I decided then and there to call it an early day. My sister had dropped Cass off, with a dress.
Bless Kelly’s heart, she’d even mentioned that the big ass biker was leaving for The Jar. She even used those words. I grinned, shaking my head.
‘Big Ass Biker.’
I drove over to Mason’s house with a shit-eating grin on my face. Cass was available to me. She was home alone.
It was blowjob time.
Cassandra
“Come in.”
I smiled shyly at Connor as I opened the door. The look of happiness and expectation in his eyes was overwhelming.
He looked eager. And he should. For the past few days I’ve been greeting him with a blowjob.
Once in his car when he took me to see the wedding venue. Twice here. And now he looked ready for another go.
It felt very brazen but also fun. And naughty. And he was very, very appreciative to me afterwards.
So appreciative I hadn’t been allowed to finish since that first day. Instead he seemed to always end up tossing me over the nearest piece of furniture and burying his face between my legs. And then screwing me so hard the bed nearly broke the last time.
That was yesterday, and pretty similar to the day before that.
I tugged his waist band and he came in, looking like a bull ready to charge. I could swear I saw a little steam coming out of his nostrils.
He shut the door and leaned against it. Then he kissed me, his hands roaming everywhere. I pulled back and sank to my knees. His eyes flared with appreciation as I pulled his already stiff cock out and into the cool air.
He’s always hard for me and I love it.
I taste him, all salty and sweet. Then I work my tongue up and down a bit, teasing him. Then I start to suck him, long and slow and deep.
“Oh sweetheart- oh Jesus, that feels so fucking good!”
I hummed a bit in response and his hips jerked. He grabbed my head and I realized he was close. Whoa. He might actually let me finish this time.
As much as I loved having sex with Conn, I loved making him come this way. Almost as much. I loved the power I felt and the sexy sounds he made as I worshipped his cock.
I picked up the pace, cupping his heavy balls with my hand.
And then the door opened.
Not far. Not with Connor leaned against it. But enough to knock me away from his cock.
Oh my God.
Mason was home.
Connor furiously tried to cover himself, cursing a blue streak in the process. Mason couldn’t get the door open but he saw me jump up. I could tell instantly that he got the gist of what was happening.
“Oh hell no!”
Connor zipped his pants up and stepped away from the door. His jaw was ticking and I could tell he was beyond frustrated. But he looked cool as a cucumber.
A hard, unsatisfied cucumber.
“Out!”
Mason pointed at Conn and roared. I hid my smile with my hand. The two of them were like rams, ready to charge each other. I rolled my eyes.
It was a good thing the two of them had such incredibly thick skulls.
“I thought you were gone, Mase.”
He gave me a look.
“Obviously.” He glared at Conn again. “I forgot the sauce.”
Mase made the base of his secret sauce here, then the cooks at The Jar mixed it with tomato paste and vinegar. It was his pride and joy, the recipe passed down from his grandma and improved on by Mase.
No one knew the recipe, not even me.
“You have a lot of nerve coming in here and taking advantage of her under my roof. My roof, DeWitt!”
“I’m not taking advantage of her! I’m marrying her for Christ’s sake!”
“I don’t see a ring on her finger, you fucker!”
My eyes got big as Connor pulled out a jewelry box. Wow. Talk about spoiling the moment.
“I have it right here! I- got distracted.”
I stifled a laugh as Mason shook his head.
“Yeah you got fucking distracted. By your dick.”
“I was going to propose!”
“Uh huh. I thought it was usually the guy who got on his knees.”
Conn’s mouth dropped open. What could he say to that? I turned bright pink.
Yeah, Mase knew exactly what we’d been up to.
He sighed and jerked his head towards the door.
“Get out of here.”
“But-”
“No more visits until the wedding either!”
“That’s seven days!”
“I don’t give a fuck!”
“That’s torture!”
“It’s tradition! Now get the fuck out!”
I shrugged helplessly as Connor stormed out the door. He turned to stare at me.
“Cassie-“
I burst into laughter as Mason slammed the door in Conn’s face. Mase grinned at me, locking the door.
“What? Was he going to propose with me here?”
I shook my head helplessly. I felt terrible for Conn but the look on his face was too funny. I knew he was going to be hurting tonight from that interrupted blowjob.
“Are you really going to make him wait all week to see me?”
Mason nodded.
“Trust me, he can handle it. The man has ice in his veins. You sure you want to marry him, Cass?”
Mason had started calling me Cass too. It was funny how much more I felt like myself. And it was all because of Conn.
“I’m sure. I love him.”
“Love?” Mase sighed heavily. “Have you told him that yet?”
I shook my head and Mason grinned.
“Good. Nothing wrong with making a man suffer a bit for what he really wants.”
I bit my lip as Mason hoisted the tub of sauce out of the fridge.
Well, Mase was right about one thing. Whether it was good or not, Conn was definitely going to suffer.
Connor
I stared at the ceiling. If I could sleep, the misery would stop. But I couldn’t sleep in the condition I was in. No man could.
Seven days of hell.
It’d been a week. A week since I’d been alone with my woman. A
week since her gorgeous lips had been wrapped around my cock, on the brink of milking me for everything I was worth.
I’d been in pain, suffering through an epic case of blue balls ever since. Every night, every damn minute, I was aching for her. Unsatisfied and unfulfilled.
But tomorrow all that would change.
Tomorrow, I was marrying her.
I glanced at the clock. Make that today. It was already after six and just starting to get light. I decided to make coffee and go for a run.
Anything to keep my mind off all the hours I had to wait. Or the man I had to thank for my heavy balls and heavy heart.
Oh yeah, payback for Mason was going to be a bitch.
Planning all the ways I would make his life difficult had become my second favorite thing to fantasize about this week.
I made coffee, staring around the house while I stretched. The food bowls were still out, clean and waiting. Maybe we’d get a pet. A shelter animal, like Mase had done.
Cass would like that I think.
It was so empty without her here. I’d always loved the peace and quiet. Craved the time by myself, with no one to bother me. I wanted to be left alone. But now I hated it.
It meant she was gone.
Well, she was coming home tonight dammit. Or after the weekend I’d booked us at a five-star hotel. And this time she was coming home for good. And if she ever left again, I would chain her to the damn wall.
I smiled as I remembered the only time I’d seen her beautiful face all week. Mason had allowed me one half hour with her, under supervision. I’d proposed, my cock aching and hard as I slid to my knees.
I’d asked her formally to become my wife. Cass had said yes with tears in her eyes and then I’d kissed her, taking my time and ignoring Mason completely.
Unfortunately, kissing her had only made me harder.
Yeah, I was dealing with a 24/7 megaboner. And it wasn’t fun. But I could still work and I could still run, even if my fucking balls felt like lead weights!
I chugged a half a cup of coffee and hit the ground at full speed. It was cool and still kind of dark but I knew the trails around my house well. I was the one who had cleared them, widening the paths that the deer and other animals took. I’d connected several of them so they circled back towards the cabin.