by Nikky Kaye
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
“An invitation.”
Oh jeez. I blew my breath out through my nose. “Will, you—”
“Will I what?”
“No, Will, you know my bed is small.” I shouldn’t have to point that out to a man who looked like he was perched naked on dollhouse furniture.
“So are you. Bonus. We’ve shared it before.”
“Well, yeah, that was after—”
“Sex? Where have you been for the last two hours?”
I choked on my own saliva. No fucking way. Two hours? Lying on my stomach, I leaned over the edge of the bed, fished my phone out of my jeans on the floor, and checked the time. Wow. No wonder I was tired.
“Fine.” I tried to frown at him, but my yawn took over. Truth be told, I didn’t really want him to leave yet. But would I lose face or seem needy if I asked him to stay?
He slapped his thighs victoriously as he stood, then stretched his arms overhead in an obscenely beautiful pose. Show off. “Move over, Cass.”
I scooted toward the wall. If I had to share my bed, it wouldn’t be me at risk of falling out. “Get the lights.”
I told him where an extra charger was, and he plugged both our phones in. Within a few minutes, we were lying beside each other like spoons in a drawer. And I didn’t mind at all. His warmth permeated my back, but I felt him hardening against my ass.
“Don’t let me fall,” he whispered in my ear, pushing my hair out of his face. Our hands laced together as he wrapped his arm around me in the dark. Our breathing was quiet, slow, and synchronized within moments. He rocked his hips against me, pressing his semi into me.
I nodded. “Just hold on.”
Chapter Seven
Will
I was going to hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Go directly to hell.
“Spread your legs wider, Cass.”
Her stretchy velvet skirt was pulled up, pooling around her thighs as she pressed the soles of her feet into the dashboard.
“Like this?” She bent her knees and let them drop to the sides. I glanced over from where I sat behind the steering wheel and hummed appreciatively.
“Uh huh. Now touch yourself.”
“Really?”
“Absofuckinglutely.” I nodded at her reflection in the windshield. “I can smell how turned on you are, you know.”
“Oh god, how embarrass—”
“Just do it.”
In my peripheral vision, I saw her hand move to her crotch. She dragged the fingers of her right hand lightly over herself, letting out a small sigh. I shifted in my seat, my dick turning to steel in my jeans.
“More,” I urged her, wanting to hear her sexy little moans.
The weather had warmed up a little, and in a spur of spontaneity before finals started, I’d kidnapped Cassie for twenty-four hours of down time. As in, I planned on going down on her lots, and hoped she might reciprocate.
She smacked my thigh. “It’s not that easy to do with tights on.”
I took one hand off the steering wheel to wave it. “Pfft. Excuses.”
“We don’t have time.”
We totally did. We had at least another hour before we’d get to the cabin I’d rented.
“And somebody could see,” she added.
“Try again.” We were on quiet secondary highways the rest of the way. “You getting shy on me now, Cassandra?”
Without looking at her, I could easily guess she was blushing. In the last week she’d been coming out of her shell like a lobster at the Maine State Fair. She’d begun texting me annotated sexual entries from the Urban Dictionary, mostly adding things like “WTF?!”
“I’m going to win the bet,” I sang, dancing a little in the driver’s seat.
“No way! I’ve been coming up with way more new stuff to try in bed,” she whined, pointing her toes against the glove box.
I refrained from pointing out that very little of what we’d been doing all week had taken place in a bed. Even an hour ago, she’d tried giving me road head. It hadn’t worked that well, but even a bad blow job was still pretty fucking okay.
“It has to be stuff we can do,” I reminded her. “Crazy crap from Urban Dictionary doesn’t count.” My sphincter reflexively squeezed just at the thought of some of the sick entries she’d sent me. They had to be made up. Seriously. “I can’t un-know shit, Cass.”
She huffed and returned her fingers to her pussy, stroking over her black tights. After about a minute, her breath hadn’t hitched once, and I could tell she was getting frustrated. She was still turned on, but frustrated—and so was I.
My growl made her flinch as I signaled to pull off the road. Gravel rasped beneath the tires as we lurched to a halt on the shoulder.
“What are you doing?”
I unbuckled my seat belt and turned to her. “Helping.”
Bending over didn’t help my stiff dick, but being a stellar lab partner didn’t end in the classroom. She gasped as my right hand dove straight into the seam covering her promised land, and my left palm took a more leisurely journey up her thigh. “Will…”
Between my strong fingers and broad thumbs, I dug into the fabric of her tights and ripped a hole in them, right at her entrance. Then I dipped my index finger in.
“You are wet.” I loved that she got so aroused.
Silky dark strands of her hair stuck to her seat as she lolled her head around. She squeezed her eyes shut. “God, Will, you know just where…”
“You need to learn, too, Cass.” I circled her budding clit with the tip of my finger. “Find out what turns you on, what your body wants and needs.”
“It wants you.”
“No.” As much as I wished that were true, it wasn’t. “It wants you—your own self-confidence, your own awareness. Feel yourself.”
“Okay.” Her hand crept back into her lap, her fingers sidling up to mine until we were rubbing her together.
“What do you feel?” I asked her, our hands bumping together as we both explored her swollen lower lips, the secret little button that made her flinch, the soft tissue around and behind her opening.
“Tingly. Aching. Itchy. Empty.”
That was good. That was all good. I captured her probing digits between mine and plunged into her dripping core.
The combined width and thrust of our fingers stretched her tight entrance, our knuckles nudging her sensitive clit, and she lost her mind.
“Ahhhh!
Her juices flooded over the backs of our hands, her pussy walls grasping our fingers like an intimate handshake. A series of babbling whimpers fell out of her mouth, cursing me and thanking me and affirming everything we’d been doing.
I was afraid to admit it, but part of me didn’t want her to embrace her sexuality, because I sure as fuck didn’t want some other jackass benefiting from her boldness. My feelings for Cass were altering every day, the ties between us shifting like we were playing cat’s cradle with our emotions.
Sure, I liked her. No shit, Sherlock. I also admired her, lusted after her, wanted to talk to her, and make her laugh. But was I alone in that? Did she just like the way I made her body feel? I was nearing the point of sending her a fucking note in class like we were in junior high. ‘Do you like me? Check yes or no.’
Because, ironically, we’d talked more about our feelings before we started fucking.
As she came down from her orgasm and her eyes fluttered open, the smile she gave me made me hope that we were on the same page—or at least in the same book. Her eyes widened, then darkened as I raised our joined hands to lick our fingers.
“That’s kind of disgusting, yet so fucking hot,” she breathed.
Reluctantly, I put my seatbelt back on and put both hands on the steering wheel to pull back onto the road. “I’ll bet you can’t make yourself come again before we get there.”
“What will you give me?”
My cock, several times over. Maybe my heart.
“I’ll do all the dishes at the cabin.”
That was more realistic as a bribe. My heart might not be tempting enough for her. A sour spot burned in my stomach.
“You’re on.”
* * *
“Cass!” I shouted from where I was standing at the sink in the tiny kitchen. “Hey, winner winner chicken din—!” I let out a squawk as she materialized in the doorway wearing a white bikini.
A very tiny one.
“You said there’s a hot tub, right?”
Gah. “Oh yes, yes there is.” I’d made sure of it when I booked the place.
Somehow Cassie in a bikini was twice as sexy as Cassie in her birthday suit. Maybe it was because I couldn’t see everything. I wondered if my wet hands would render anything see-through like if I cupped one of those plucky nipples.
She whirled around, the lower curve of her ass cheeks peeking out of her bikini bottoms. “Cool,” was all she said as she walked away.
Fuck the dishes. Next time I would pack all disposable shit.
Hurriedly I let out the plug and dried my hands before joining her on the deck. It was too dark to see much around us, but steam rose off the sunken hot tub and disappeared into the cold, inky night.
“I told you I’d get you naked in a hot tub,” I said, startling her.
Her eyes flew open. “I’m not naked.”
I shrugged. “Semantics.” It took me less than ten seconds to remove all my clothing, including my underwear. It was probably a new personal best. “I am.”
“Uh, are you supposed to do that?”
“It’s just a big bathtub, right? What’s the difference between skinny dipping and a layer of fabric?”
Stepping in quickly, I prayed for minimal shrinkage in the winter air. It was freaking December outside, after all. The contrast between the crisp air and the hot water made me wince as I lowered myself into the tub, but a sigh escaped my chest.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.”
I closed my eyes as I spread my arms out to the sides, leaning my head back against the edge of the tub. The bubbles were irrelevant; it was the warmth that penetrated my muscles and relaxed every part of me. Well, almost every part.
When I felt her foot on my shin, my eyes drifted open.
“This is nice,” she said. “Thanks.” Her smile was almost as hot as the water. And it was nice.
The temperature was holding at around freezing. Christmas lights were strung around the railing of the deck like stars punctuating the darkness around us. I was disappointed not to see actual stars in the sky, but the specks of snow beginning to fall from the swollen clouds above were almost as magical.
Yeah, it was magical. I wasn’t so much of a dude that I didn’t recognize it. And I was so damn happy to share it with one of my best friends. There was nothing about this that felt uncomfortable. Even the arousal building in me at the sight of her wet shoulders and the curling tendrils of hair falling out of her ponytail was a welcome ache.
“I want to try something,” she said in a whisper, as though it was a secret or afraid of popping the dark, steamy bubble around us.
I nodded. Right now, right here, I would do anything she asked.
“I want you to take me here.” She waved her hand back and forth just under the surface of the frothing water.
Cass was still pretty new at articulating what she wanted, so it wasn’t just the hot tub making her face red. But truth be told, she was getting pretty damn good at it. The student was overtaking the master, and I wondered if she would be looking for a new teacher.
Like fucking Dylan, the Teaching Ass.
I just nodded and moved through the water to stand in front of where she sat. Her legs spread around mine as I bent over and placed my hands on the edge of the tub, on either side of her damp shoulders.
“You only have to ask, Cass.”
I meant to kiss her gently, but it didn’t turn out that way. My mouth slanted over hers one way, then the other. I couldn’t get enough of her. I clasped her shoulders, pressing my thumbs under her jawline to tilt her head back. I needed more access to her mouth.
My tongue swept against hers as I tasted the little gasps she tried to bite back between kisses. She met me with enthusiasm, and I swallowed a groan as her hands ran up and down my thighs.
The water swirled between us like little eddies of desire. Where our bodies merged, the bubbles popped and disappeared, only to reform somewhere else. Smoothing over her skin, my fingers looped under the straps of her bikini to drag them down her arms.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She blinked and gave me a disbelieving look, her eyes dark and wide.
“Scout’s honor.”
Her lips curved. “Really? Were you ever a boy scout?”
My gaze was on my hands as they peeled back the cups of her top. “No, but I’m always prepared and I know how to light fires.”
“You don’t say. Jesus!” she hissed as I thumbed her tender nipples. “I want to try something else.”
I paused, cupping the luscious weight of her tits in my palms. “What?”
“I want you—and me—to not talk. No words.”
“Not even ‘fuck, yes, do that again’?”
She shook her head. “Total silence.”
Huh. I’d never really done that before. There was an encounter with a girl the previous year that had been more on the wordless side, but that was more the result of speed and awkwardness. And now was not the best time to recollect it.
“But then how would I know what you like?” I asked her.
She stood up from the bench, her body rising against mine. “I don’t think it will be that hard to figure out,” she said drily as she grabbed my hand and moved it to her bikini bottoms.
“Are you wet, Cass?”
“We’re in a hot tub, of course I’m wet.”
Not what I meant. I dipped into her white bottoms to make sure, finding her pussy slippery with want. Her sighs went straight to my cock, which was hard and bobbing up to break the surface of the waist-height water. She wrapped her right hand around me, squeezing hard enough to make me forget what I was doing.
A man should never forget what he’s doing when he’s circling his girl’s entrance. It’s just wrong.
I thrust my finger into her tight, hot channel, but then I had to swallow her guttural moan. “Uh uh,” I reminded her, my lips moving against hers. “No talking.”
She sucked my lower lip into her mouth as I finger fucked her, biting down gently and nodding her agreement. Game on.
Silently I leaned back to meet her questioning gaze. With my hands on her shoulders, I spun her around and bent her over the side of the hot tub. She emerged from the water like a statue escaping a fountain. Steam rose from her skin, and droplets of water sluiced down her sides into her rib cage.
I traced a line down her spine, the dent of which was hidden in shadow by the tiny lights shimmering around us. She bit back a shiver at both the sensation of my finger tagging her vertebrae and the cold air pebbling her nipples further.
With a few pats to the top of her ass to silently say, “Stay put,” I leaned over the side myself and swung my arm out to grab my pants—and the condom in the back pocket.
The wrinkle of the foil was the only sound other than the water churning and our heavy breathing. I gripped my erection, moving my hand up and down a half-dozen times as I surveyed the sight before me. Satisfied with my hardness and anxious to feel Cass around me, I rolled the condom on.
The angle wasn’t quite right, though. I put one foot up on the bench in the hot tub and urged her forward a bit more. She twisted her head, trying to look back at me as I explored her with my fingers. I didn’t know what to expect, since I’d never done it in a hot tub before. The warm water washed away the slickness of her arousal, but she bit her lip as I touched her. It would have to do.
I frowned as I pushed forward, replacing my fingers with my cock. To my frustration
and embarrassment, I had trouble entering her. Between the water swirling between us, and the heat threatening to sap my erection, our joining felt awkward and only half-accomplished.
I’d thought the hot tub would open her up, but then I remembered that it was just water, not a goddamn speculum.
Dissatisfied, I pulled back and sat up on the side of the hot tub myself, my whole upper body out of the water. I planted my feet on the bench then pulled her over my lap, her back to my chest and her legs spread over my thighs.
Deciding that her surprised squeak didn’t qualify as talking, I put my hand in the middle of her back and pushed her torso down. Her head jerked around to look at me, her eyes wild. I gave her a reassuring nod, and bent her over enough at the waist to angle her just right over my cock.
We both let out a heavy sigh as I entered her fully. With the water distorting gravity and overwhelming our senses, I was able to wrap my hands under her thighs and gently lift her up and down on my dick.
Cassie leaned back, her head over my shoulder and twisting around to lick my clenched jaw as I fucked her. She’d stopped trying to control her balance, letting me ply her limbs and arrange her body over me.
Up. Down. Deeper. More.
My throat ached as I swallowed all the sounds I wanted to make. It was a Herculean effort, harder than I thought it would be. I wanted to tell her things—private, sweet, dirty things. I wanted to tell her how amazing she felt and how good we were together.
But the silence shrouded our encounter, making me feel disconnected despite my cock driving into her. She panted quietly, her neck outstretched and her head tilted away from me as she gazed at the dark sky above us. She felt so damn far away while she sat in my lap.
So I fucked her. More. Hips jerking, bodies quivering. Goosebumps broke out over our skin like the bubbles on the surface of the water around our legs.
I bent my head over her tilted neck, biting down to stop the words from spilling out of my mouth. With one arm wrapped around her chest, my palm over her breast, my other hand pressed over her belly before wandering down into the swollen delta between her legs.