She stops washing the dishes and her body stills underneath my touch. "I'm sure," she pants. My mouth is hovering over her ear, my nose skimming against her hair. I inhale - she smells amazing. When my eyes flicker down all I can see is the delicate flesh of her neck. Licking my lips, I can't stop myself from what I do next.
My lips brush against her skin, right below her ear as I leave a soft trail of kisses down her neck. She doesn't stop me and with each kiss I get braver. I go from pecking her skin, to leaving opened mouth kisses and when I reach the crook of her neck I lick her skin softly before sucking. She's silent throughout the whole thing, but she's just as into it as I am. Her breathing is uneven and she arches her back, pushing her ass into the front of my body.
Fuck, that feels good.
Her reaction to me is promising, but she's done this to me before, just to stop me once I'm hard, horny and ready to fuck.
My grip on her waist tightens as my other hand plays with the strap of her tank top, pushing it down and past her shoulder. She drops the dish in her hand and it falls into the sink with a loud bang, and when I kiss her shoulder she lets out the softest moan.
The fact that we're in my friend's house, her employer's house, doesn't even register. I'm drowning in Cassie - the way she smells, her beautiful body, her long hair, her soft skin and the noises she makes when I kiss her. Every thought in my head right now has to do with how incredible she feels, how incredible she tastes and how badly I want to taste other parts of her.
I slide my hand from her waist and grab onto her hip as she continues to rub her ass against me. I bend my knees so that her ass can rub me right where I need her to. As soon as she makes contact with my cock I groan loudly, every inch of my body now on a mission to get Cassie to come home with me.
We'll screw, have some dessert, then I'll devour her pussy before I push my cock deep inside her mouth, and when I'm ready to come I'll push her onto her stomach and slide into her until she comes all over my dick. I'll let her spend the night and then I'll fuck her in the shower the next morning before I go into work and she comes back here.
The plan sounds brilliant in my head and-
Holy shit!
My hands fly down to cover my dick as I crouch over in pain. Fuck, it hurts. Tears form in the corners of my eyes and I try to open them but it's blurry and my vision is filled with black spots. A wave of nausea hits me and I have the overwhelming sensation to hurl.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
While I was envisioning everything I wanted to do to her tonight, she elbowed me exactly where it counts. When I'm finally able to control my breathing and my vision starts to clear up, I look up at her, trying to figure out where everything went wrong in the last few seconds.
"What the hell, Cassie," I grunt harshly, unable to control my voice because of the amount of pain I am still in.
"I think you should leave," she replies sternly.
I attempt to stand up but it increases the pain and the intense feeling of nausea. It's ridiculously painful but I'm finally able to stand up and keep my eyes solely focused on hers. She's squinting at me, her hands on her hips and her mouth closed in a firm line.
"This isn't your house. You can't tell me to leave."
"But I can tell Chris that his friend was hitting on me and touching me against my will."
I gasp, offended at everything she is suggesting. "You wanted it! You've wanted it every time I touched you. You never once asked me to stop. You can't cry rape."
"I'm not going to cry rape, but I made it pretty clear I wanted you to stop touching me by the way you were crouched over a minute ago."
"Are you mental? You were grinding your ass against me and moaning every time I touched you-"
"And then I came to my senses. You think I don't know about you? I may not have known who you were at the health club, but I know all about Chris's friend, Theo. You're quite the ladies’ man. You've never had a girlfriend but you fuck a different girl every night. You've pretty much screwed the entire city of Chicago. Oh, except wait, you only screw them one night a week because your other nights are reserved for your regulars."
What the hell? I can't believe Chris told her this shit.
"You think you know me so well, don't you, Cassie?"
"What was it again? Candy on Monday, Bambi on Tuesday, Sugar on Wednesday? While I don't know your women's actual names, I do know how you work."
"You don't know shit," I grunt angrily, finally able to stand tall.
"You're right, I don't. How would tonight work anyway? Were you going to cancel on your regular and then take me home to screw? Or maybe you were hoping I would be up for a threesome?"
Now there's an idea I hadn't had before.
She's leaning against the kitchen sink, still as angry as when she first started on her little rant and I'm more confused than ever. She was into it, wasn't she?
"Let me get this straight. You knew all this about me but still allowed me to grope you a few minutes ago, and in the pool this morning, and in the hallway a couple nights ago? It seems you need to figure out what it is you want."
"I know what I want. I want to continue working for the Smiths. I want to find things to do that are fulfilling. I want to be deliriously happy. What I don't want is you."
"Quit lying to yourself, Cassie. You want me. I bet if I were to slide my hand inside your jeans and between your legs, you'd be soaking wet for me."
Her cheeks flush in embarrassment, but otherwise she doesn't falter. "You're right. You're an attractive man and most women, including myself, fall for your lines, but unlike those women, mine was a brief lapse in judgment. I won't allow it to happen again. Now I suggest you leave so I can finish the dishes, unless you'd like to stay and then I'll be sure to call Mr. Smith down and fill him in on the last fifteen minutes in his kitchen."
I'm furious. I can feel my heart start to beat faster and my blood pressure rise as I do everything in my power not to explode right now. I'm normally very calm and collected, but I've come to realize she brings out many new sides of me.
"I don't get it. I like you and you seem to like me. What does my past or my reputation have to do with what you and I have right now?"
She wipes her hands on her pants anxiously as she huffs, "You and I have nothing right now."
I take a deep breath, slowly evening out my breathing. "You know that's not true, Cassie. If nothing else, we're attracted to each other."
"Yes, but that won't stop you from sleeping with some other woman tonight since I rejected you. Admit it."
I close my eyes, trying not to take out my frustration on her. She can't help but think these things when it's the only thing she's heard about me.
"Cassie," I say softly, taking a step towards her. She takes a step back, not wanting to be any closer to me than necessary. "I'll admit that I used to be that way, but you've changed me, even before Saturday. I've had my eyes on you for a while and my..." I trail off, struggling to find the right words. "My womanizing ways have slowly shifted and recently I haven't slept with anyone. I've been waiting for you."
"I guess I should feel flattered," she says sarcastically.
"I'm just being honest. You should give me a chance. All I want is a date. One night out with you. Is that too much to ask for?"
"Yes, it is."
She folds a dishtowel and places it in one of the drawers before closing it and shutting the light off above the sink.
"I'm tired, Theo. It's been a long day and yes, I'm attracted to you. I may even like you a little bit, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't have any desire to be another notch on your belt. I'm not that kind of girl."
She starts to leave the kitchen, but I can't let her go. We can't leave things this way. I reach out and grab her arm.
"What will it take? I'll do anything?"
She turns in my grasp. Her smoldering eyes searching mine, possibly searching for my soul.
I have a soul. It's just hidden behind years and years of b
aggage.
"Anything?" she asks.
"Anything," I affirm.
Her hand grasps mine and peels my fingers off her arm while she takes a step back, putting some distance between us.
"Go thirty days without sex."
What?
Okay...
Okay. I can do this.
"No problem," I reply. "Once the thirty days are up though, you have to go out with me on a date. That's the deal."
Her eyes sparkle with amusement. "That works for me and I always keep a promise. But Theo, the bet is any form of sex. That means no penetration, no oral, and no masturbation of any kind. If you come, you lose the bet."
Say what now?
"I can't even masturbate?"
"Nope."
"But it will be to the images of you I have stored in my head." Surely, this has to count for something.
"You come, you lose. Take the deal or leave it."
She watches me, confident that if I take this bet I'm going to lose. Her arrogance is a major turn on.
I'm going to have to shut this shit off. I can't be turned on by everything she does over the next thirty days.
"You're on, Cassie," I utter against my better judgment. "But if I can't come or have sex, neither can you."
I reach out to shake her hand, but then retract it quickly. "Should we kiss on it?"
Her confidence dwindles a little as she looks up at me under her long eyelashes. Her chest rises and falls as her lips slightly part, her breath shallow as she glances at my mouth. Her desire for me is evident, but her willpower is much stronger than mine. Before I can even react to her she's put back on the mask of confidence she loves to wear.
"No, I trust you. I want the next thirty days to be fair so that when I win you can't blame me in any way for your failure. If I kiss you now, I'd just be leading you on. Oh, and you don't have to worry about me. I'll be a saint the next thirty days. No sex or orgasms for me."
Before I do something stupid and ruin the bet before it's even really started, I leave her. Turning around, I walk out of the kitchen, through the hallway, past the foyer and out the front door of the brownstone. I go straight to my car, not even bothering to go back in and say goodnight to Molly and Chris. If I go back in I might do something stupid, regrettable, and completely unredeemable.
This woman is hard to keep up with. She might even have multiple personalities. One minute she's telling me not to touch her, and the next minute we're betting on a potential date thirty days from now.
As I'm pulling away, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I enter in my four-digit passcode and read the incoming text.
Chris: You left in a hurry and I don't blame you. We've been friends a long time and I'd hate for our friendship to be over because you can't keep it in your pants. I know it's hard but thanks for staying away from Cassie.
Son of a bitch!
He's right. We've been friends a long time and I need to stay away from Cassie. After her performance tonight you'd think it would be easy. She's so hot and cold that I don't know if I should strip her naked or buy her a chastity belt. I want her more than any other woman I've ever met, but it's really not worth it. Cassie doesn't know what she wants and it's definitely not worth ruining the lifelong friendship I have with Chris.
But then she made that bet, reaffirming my original beliefs. She wants me, she just needs an excuse to pursue me, and I'm willing to give her that excuse, even if I don't actually plan on being abstinent for the next thirty days.
What she doesn't know won't kill her.
I open up my texting app and type a new message out. It's time to forget about Cassie for the night and remember who the hell I am. I've been blowing off women for too long now. I need to make this right. I need to reclaim my identity.
Me: I shouldn't have canceled on you but my night is free now. Meet me at my place in twenty and I'll make it up to you.
Eight
Entry #1597
This Journal sucks. Fuck my thoughts and this therapeutic bullshit.
This has been the week from hell. After Cassie's brilliant performance Monday night, Melissa was waiting for me in the lobby of my elite condominium complex, ready and willing. I couldn't wait to get her upstairs and fuck her until Cassie was only a distant memory. What I didn't expect was the monumental fuck-up I would make as I was preparing to thrust my cock down Melissa's throat.
Never, and I mean never, say another woman's name when you're seconds away from getting a blowjob.
Melissa had stripped down for me until she was wearing only a thong and heals. I was ready to fuck but she wanted to taste me first.
I'll never say no to a woman on her knees.
It felt good to finally have someone appreciate what I had to offer. Melissa loves my cock. Most women love my cock. I've never had any complaints, so after being rejected by Cassie, it was nice to be reminded that there were many other women, or in this case, mouths in the sea.
The problem was that even though my dick was hard and ready for some attention, I couldn't get Cassie out of my head. I was imagining it was Cassie's sensual lips about to be wrapped around my cock.
Melissa's hands wrapped around my ass and pulled me to her waiting lips. She had me right where I wanted to be, but when she squeezed my balls and then dragged her teeth along my cock, I fucked up and groaned out Cassie's name. I tried to cover it up, but she clearly heard me and there was no coming back from that. She was dressed and out my door in a minute flat, and I didn't stop her.
Looks like I'll need a Monday replacement as well. Hell, I should just clear the line-up and start fresh since I blew off Jenny and Mercedes this week, too.
At least I stayed true to the bet, sort of. I definitely didn't come.
And who am I trying to kidding anyway? My weekly line-up's been cleared for a while now, and I'm not ready to find any replacements. Somewhere deep down inside, I don't think I could have gone through with it tonight. Cassie and I aren't together, but a part of me felt like I was cheating on her with Melissa.
This new revelation is the reason I've had blue balls all week.
I've avoided the health club this week, choosing to run the path of Lake Michigan every morning. On my lunches I've been doing weights at the gym down the street from my office. I couldn't face Cassie this week. She's too tempting and I'm not good at controlling my urges around her.
Now it's Friday and the horrible storm outside forces me to cancel my outdoor run. I've been in the office a whole twenty minutes and I already want to fire every single one of my employees, including my secretary, who is usually the perfect secretary, but today she can do nothing right in my eyes.
I need to work out. I need to relieve this tension and anxiety overtaking my body.
I need to swim.
The gym down the street is a decent one, but it's no health club and they don't have a pool. I need a pool.
There's a knock at the door and I yell, "What?"
My secretary timidly opens the door, fear written across her face. "Your mother is on line one."
"I'm busy."
"She says it's urgent."
"Fuck, Ursula, I said I'm busy. Tell her I'll see her Sunday and hold all my calls for the rest of the day. I need to get out of here and clear my head."
She hesitates for a second before saying, "Yes, sir."
When the door closes I glance over at the clock. It's a little after ten in the morning. If I go to the health club now there's a good chance Cassie will be gone for the day. Her workout should be over by now.
My gym bag is under my desk so I grab it, grab my suit jacket, and lock up my office. Ninety minutes in the pool is exactly what I need to clear my head.
***
"You bought me a car?"
This is not what I had imagined would happen when I pulled up to the health club. It's also not the reaction I expected from Cassie when she got her new car, mostly because she wasn't supposed to know I bought her the car. She was supposed to think it
was a gift from Chris.
But it's the reaction I get. I pulled up to the club, parked and when I got out of my car and turned around there she was, sitting on the hood of her new, black Lexus SUV. I made the mistake of smiling at her and that set her off. She hopped off her SUV and jogged towards me until she was right in my face.
"Why do you think the car is from me?"
"Because Chris has offered me the Escalade in the past and I've always refused. If he were going to give me a vehicle to drive it would have been that. You're good; I'll give you that. It took a whole ten minutes to crack Chris when usually he squeals like a pig."
"I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this, it's just a car."
"Just a car? Just a car!!!! It's a Lexus. This car cost more than what I make in a year. You don't just give someone a Lexus. There has to be something you want in return."
I shake my head at her insinuation and then place my gym bag on top of my car. "How could I want something in return when you weren't even supposed to know the car is from me? Furthermore, what the hell were you doing sitting on the car waiting for me in the parking lot. It's creepy. You're not going to go all Fatal Attraction on me?"
"Oh my god. You're married?"
"What? No, never."
She laughs but not humorously. "Get your references right. In Fatal Attraction the stalker is the mistress of a married man. I am not your mistress and you aren't married, but to answer your question, yes, I was waiting for you in the parking lot. You haven't been here all week and I don't have your phone number. I finally cracked and called your office but your secretary said you left for the day. When I asked her where you went she said she thought you were headed to the gym. I've only been waiting out here for five minutes, ten tops."
When she's angry her eyebrows raise and her nostrils flare as she crinkles her nose. It's absolutely adorable. In fact, the angrier she gets the calmer I get and by the end of her speech I'm actually smiling. I can't keep the ridiculous, toothy grin off my face, and it's there because a woman only gets this angry if she cares. Although we've only known each other for a short time, Cassie obviously cares about me or she wouldn't be getting this upset over a car.
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