Drilled

by Cole, Cassie

  Taking hold of my door, I pulled it open slowly. For once, it didn’t creak. I stepped into the hall.

  At the exact same moment, Cas’s door opened and he slid into the hall. He flinched when he saw me, then froze. We stared at each other like two cowboy outlaws preparing to draw.

  He moved first, walking down the hall toward me. He was only wearing his boxers, which showed off the muscles of his arms and chest. I realized I hadn’t seen him shirtless yet; he’d kept his shirt on that night at the bar. He had the most delicious six-pack of abs, close to an eight-pack, with a chest that was wide and strong. His upper body was like a V narrowing to his waist, a waist I wanted to touch and kiss.

  I backed up before his steady charge, allowing him to herd me into my bedroom. He closed the door behind him with familiarity.

  “Do you really believe in fate?” I asked in the darkness.

  “I do,” he said. The light coming in from the window cast a sheen across his arm and neck. “But if this is random chance, I’m fine with that too.”

  He picked me up like he’d picked me up that night at the bar, lifting my thighs with ease while his lips found mine. The kiss was like a bundle of fireworks going off inside my body, one whose fuse had been burning for days. I squeezed my legs around him, pressing my sex against his body while his lips moved across mine.

  He tossed me on the bed. I bounced on the soft sheets while he paused, drinking me with his eyes. The lines of his muscle made him seem unreal just then. An erotic cartoon of a man in my room. At the foot of my bed. Looming over me.

  I pulled my sleeping shirt over my head so he could see as much of me as I could of him. The air was cool on my exposed breasts.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

  “So are you.”

  Cas crawled on top of me as I spread my legs for him. I surrendered to the warmth of his body on top of mine as we kissed again, longer and more passionately. He didn’t seem to be in any rush but I burned for him, a burning that I feared would consume me if he didn’t hurry. Soon I was making soft moans into his mouth, almost begging him to go faster.

  He cupped my cheek for one final kiss, then grinned.

  My heart leaped into my throat as he moved down my body, the bristles on his chin and cheek scratching down my breasts and to my navel. His big fingers curled under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down and off my feet, and then he gripped my legs with strong hands and spread me apart. With a grin, he lowered himself to me.

  He began with kisses. Soft kisses along my inner thigh, then on the lips of my sex itself. I shuddered with every delicate touch, waiting for him to do more. To be rougher with me. The prolonged suspense was simultaneously relaxing and torturous; I melted into the sheets and savored the way he worshiped me with his warm lips.

  His hands moved along my inner thighs, meeting at the middle. Still delicate, he used his fingers to part my lower lips. His breath was hot on my wet sex as he lingered there a moment. Then I felt his tongue push forward slowly, treating me like I was something that might break if he wasn’t careful. Something precious. The sensation of his tongue wedging into my sex made me sigh and roll my head back into the sheets.

  Cas’s tongue pushed deeper until his nose pushed against my clit. He kept it perfectly still, rigid like a finger until it was as deep as he could go. Then, as slow as someone stirring from sleep, he began rolling his tongue up and down. Waves that hit the lowest part of my inner walls, then up to the top, tasting every inch of me. I groaned loudly as the pleasure increased the more he touched, like he was painting me from the inside-out.

  He pulled away long enough to say, “I’ve dreamed of this.”

  “Me too—oh!”

  I moaned as he dove back into me with increased gusto. His fingers were still spreading me apart but he moved them so one of his fingers could touch my clit, pressing against it softly at first, then with increased pressure. His tongue moved like a corkscrew, in and out while twisting in a way I’d never experienced. It felt incredible. I pushed up on my elbows so I could watch him work; with his head bent to the task all I could see was his short-cropped blond hair. I grabbed a handful and gave it an appreciative squeeze, which made him glance up at me with a wicked smile.

  And then he pounced back into me, rubbing my clit faster while I tried not to make too much noise from the ever-increasing pleasure of the man worshipping my lady-parts.

  17

  Cas

  I didn’t care if I put our job at risk. I was unable to sit in bed knowing Lexa was down the hall in her own bed, staring at the ceiling like I was.

  I couldn’t resist. My desire was too strong.

  Gripping her legs tightly, I devoured her pussy while she squirmed and moaned. She tasted so wonderful, soft and warm on the inside, a blossoming pink flower for me to please. As she arched her back and gripped my hair she began making more noise, so I ran one hand up her chest, brushing past a hard nipple until I found her mouth, then clamped my hand over it.

  This made her go wild; she let out louder moans, muffled properly by my hand, and her pussy lips quivered and contracted around my tongue. Finally she let out one long cry of pleasure and arched her back so violently I was certain it would snap. Her fingers gripped the down comforter and squeezed as tight as she could.

  Slowly, like a balloon deflating, she sighed back into the sheets.

  I gave her inner thigh a final kiss before sliding up next to her, kissing her gently on the lips to allow her to taste herself. Her eyes were closed like she was already in a deep sleep, and she kissed me back so softly I wondered if she would really pass out then and there.

  “That. Was. Amazing,” she whispered.

  “Thought your back was going to snap,” I said as I curled up against her body. It was hot like a furnace as she folded herself up against me.

  “I would have died happy.”

  “If you insist…” I slipped a hand underneath her ass and another by her neck, preparing to snap her in half like a twig. She squealed and pulled away, laughing softly in the darkness.

  “Careful,” I said. “You don’t want to make too much noise.”

  “That’s no fun.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “Sometimes it’s fun to be secretive. Like in the storage room of a bar.”

  She shoved me playfully. “You know what I mean.”

  “I suppose.”

  “You suppose?” She shoved me onto my back and swung a leg over my body. I could feel the juices of her pussy brushing along my cock, which made it instantly go rock-hard. She leaned over me, raven hair like a curtain blocking out everything but our faces and tickling my cheeks.

  “I think any way with you is fun,” I said.

  Lexa leaned back until her lower lips pressed hard against my dick, then ground herself up and down my shaft. I let out a low rumble from my throat while she rolled back and forth.

  “That kind of fun?” she said, arching an eyebrow.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  She didn’t torture me long; she reached in between her legs and shifted me into a vertical position. I felt the wonderful warmth of her inner walls as my tip pressed inside, and then she lowered herself farther. She didn’t hesitate, pushing all the way down until I was all the way inside.

  “Oh fuck,” I said.

  Her smile deepened. She didn’t move up and down; she merely rested on me, back on her haunches like she was getting her bearings. Taking her time. In no rush at all. She was a goddess on top of me, the beautiful dark-haired vixen I’d been dreaming of for the past few weeks. Being here now didn’t feel real. I’d given up on ever seen her again.

  It was my every dream come true. I wanted her to do things to me—fuck, I wanted to do so much right back to her.

  “You’re not allowed to make any noise,” she said. “Wouldn’t want to wake the others.”

  Then she lifted her ass off me, the pleasurable friction from her tight pussy instantly raging through my lower bo
dy like a firehose. She ran her fingernails along my chest as she moved, her hips pressing hard into my legs. I grabbed two handfuls of her plump ass and squeezed, which made her bite her lower lip.

  “How’s that feel?” she whispered.

  “Oh, I think you know.”

  “I really don’t,” she said with a pout. “How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?”

  “You feel good.”

  “Just good?”

  “Really fucking good.”

  “That’s more like it.” She increased her pace a touch, a trot instead of a walk. She was so tight it was like a hand squeezing me tight, warm and wet and perfectly shaped to accept me inside of her. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long with Lexa.

  I wasn’t even embarrassed about it.

  “Ohh,” she moaned softly, tilting her head back to show off her gorgeous neck. I ran my hands up her chest and squeezed her breasts together, fingers tightening on her nipples. That drove her to ride me faster, rising a little bit higher each time before lowering herself again. Her nipples must have been extra sensitive because she closed her eyes and lost herself in the rocking motion, up and down, up and down, swallowing my shaft whole with each stroke.

  I kept my eyes wide, transfixed by her beauty on top of me, while she rode me for the next few minutes.

  Soon she began moving faster, crashing her body down on mine like a hammer. Her mouth hung open in a silent wail of pleasure as she neared another climax. I did my best to hold onto my own, not wanting to release until she’d finished herself. And because I never wanted this to end.

  Her legs began faltering from exhaustion or pleasure, so I grabbed her thighs and helped move her up and down. Her moans grew louder—almost to the point where I needed to cover her mouth—but then her legs spasmed on top of mine, and she groaned with simultaneous ecstasy and exhaustion.

  I rose to take over, pushing her onto her back. But she immediately twisted around to get onto her knees, pressing her round butt into me, while touching herself.

  “Hurry,” she moaned. Begged. “I’m close.”

  It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen: Lexa on her knees, heart-shaped ass waiting for me while she pressed her face into the sheets. I grabbed her narrow waist and thrust forward, allowing my cock to slide right in effortlessly. The pleasure was so intense it was a wonder I didn’t come right then.

  Lexa immediately bounces her ass back against me, demanding I move faster. Gripping her waist tightly, I began thrusting deep inside her. She moaned into the bedsheets with her hair splayed around her like a dark halo.

  The angle hit all of her buttons; I could feel her inner walls quivering with each stroke. She let out a long moan into the sheets while I fucked her from behind, my cock slamming into her harder and harder, urged on by her cries of pleasure.

  “Oh. My. God. Yes. YES!” she cried, louder and louder.

  She had no control of herself then, completely at the whim of her ecstasy. I leaned forward and pressed her head into the sheets to muffle her cries; realizing she could now let loose, she screamed a scream that would have woken the house if not for the down comforter. I could feel her fingers moving rapidly at her clit, fast enough to start a fire.

  My own orgasm had been building, barely held back while I focused on her. As I felt and heard her climaxing I finally let go of my inhibitions and fucked her as hard as I could. Each stroke slapped my body into her beautiful ass.

  “Come for me,” she said, pulling her lips from the comforter. “Come with me!”

  As I felt the tingling sensation run up my shaft, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from roaring as loud as I could. I grabbed a handful of Lexa’s hair and yanked, arching her back wonderfully as I thrust one final time, burying my dick deep into her as I let out my first spurts, filling her with more of my come than I thought was possible, again and again as I pressed my body as tight against her as I could because the last thing I wanted was to let go.

  *

  “I think I can die happy now,” I mumbled into Lexa’s hair. I’d collapsed on top of her, half-spooning and half-smothering her body with mine. We were almost off the bed, head dangling right on the edge but too comfortable to readjust. I loved the feel of her ass against me, warm and soft.

  She made a noise that was close to a purr. “If you insist, I think I can find a knife that’ll do the job…”

  It was a joke, but I was almost serious. I could have died happy right then. The bliss of resting against her body, feeling her silky black hair in my face. The flowery smell of the shampoo still lingering, with the deeper smell of her own natural scent. I let my hand drift along her arm, tracing the lines of her beauty.

  “A girl could get used to this. Same time tomorrow?”

  “That can be arranged.” I winced, then said, “I have some bad news though. Kai and I will be leaving in two days for the site visits.”

  She sighed. “I know. You told me. Staying in hotels along the way…”

  “The trip would be more fun if I could take you.”

  “Mmm, yes,” she said. “I can call in sick. Follow you around. Stay in the car while you’re at the work sites. Then keep you company in the hotel at night… We’d have to make Kai sleep outside. Or get his own room.”

  Kai likes to watch, I thought. The memories of being with Candice were still strong, each of us sharing her together. Although I didn’t miss her, I missed some of those experiences. Sharing a few bottles of wine and then sharing more than that…

  “Do you even have sick days?” I asked. “Temps usually don’t get benefits.”

  She sighed. “You’re ruining my fantasy.”

  “Sorry.”

  She twisted to face me, eyes like black orbs in the darkness. “How am I supposed to get by while you’re gone?”

  I hesitated. Here was a chance to feel her out. To put a bug in her ear about the last girlfriend any of us had had. If she reacted poorly, I could always pretend like I was joking. Laugh it off and say I wanted her all to myself.

  But deep down, I was afraid she would hear the lie. And I was petrified of ruining this wonderful, perfect moment with her in the dark.

  “I’ll just have to make tomorrow night worth your while,” I said, booping her nose with my fingertip. “Give you enough enjoyment to last you until I get back.”

  “I’m listening…” she said.

  “You’ll have to wait to find out,” I said, squeezing her close to me and giving her a feather-light kiss.

  18

  Lexa

  “You’ll have to wait to find out,” Cas said seductively, brushing his lips against mine.

  “Aww, you’ll make me wait?”

  “Uh huh. Hope you’re patient.”

  “I’m not!”

  “Then I guess you’ll just have to suffer.”

  I tried tickling his ribs, but he snatched my wrists with his hands and pushed them away with a grin. I felt vulnerable with him holding me tightly, like he could do whatever he wanted with me right then. He was in control.

  It made me tingle and want more right now.

  “Anticipation makes everything better,” he said, lowering my arms. “Hunger is the best spice.”

  “Oh? I haven’t seen you do much cooking yet.”

  He laughed richly. “That’s because I’m a lousy cook. I leave that to Tex and Kai.”

  I rolled over and let him wrap his body around me again, the big spoon to my small. Every inch of him was warm and comfortable, like soft bedsheets made of man.

  “So what did you want to tell me?” I whispered into his arm. “Earlier, on the couch. Before we were interrupted.”

  “I don’t remember.”

  “It must not have been important, then.”

  I felt him shrug. “I’ll tell you about it another time.”

  I wondered if it had to do with that night at the bar. Now that we were together in bed, intimate and familiar, ditching him that night made me feel intensely guilty.
He wasn’t just some random hookup anymore.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “For what? Being too sexy?” He ground his crotch into my bare ass to emphasize the point.

  “For leaving that night. I thought that’s what was expected after a one-night stand. That guys hated girls who were too clingy…”

  “I like girls that are clingy,” he said. “When they’re the right girl.”

  “What kind of girl is the right girl?”

  “You.”

  I tried to think of something witty to say, but all I felt was a warm sensation spreading through my chest. I sighed and pressed my body against Cas’s even tighter.

  “So,” I whispered. “Tomorrow night, eh?”

  “Mmm hmm. Gunna take you out on a proper date and everything.”

  “Oh? What’s a proper date?”

  “One where I actually buy you dinner before we fuck in the storage closet.”

  I giggled and closed my eyes. “It had better be a good date or I might not put out.”

  “Oh, you’ll be impressed,” he crooned into my hair. “You’ll be ready to jump my bones halfway through dessert.”

  “You promise?”

  He kissed my hair, one final kiss of goodnight. “I promise.”

  *

  I woke up warm, and happy, and with the wonderful aching exhaustion that came after a night of lovemaking.

  But I woke to find Cas gone from my bed.

  I knew that was probably for the best, but I felt a pang of sadness nonetheless. I went to the bathroom, then tip-toed down the hall toward his room. The door was ajar, giving me a view inside: his muscular body was asleep on the bed.

  Slipping inside and giving him a few discreet kisses was tempting, but ultimately foolish.