She licked her middle finger, then rubbed slow circles on her clit. The pleasurable sensation eased her ache somewhat, but she wanted more. Not her own fingers. She craved Jared’s touch, his hands, his cock.
Her fingers would have to do, though, because she sure as hell couldn’t go next door and tell him what she wanted.
He groaned and she thumped the wall with her free hand. She thought he chuckled, but wasn’t sure. He was probably enjoying the hell out of this, knowing that she couldn’t help hearing him.
His sounds weren’t all that enjoyable, but her own touch on her clit was. She stroked harder, catching her breath as her pussy contracted. Another moan came through the wall, and this time Cassidy answered with one of her own. Rolling her nipples with her free fingers, she ran her middle finger down her wet slit and thrust it inside herself, rubbing against the sweet spot just inside.
“Fuck!”
Oh God, did he hear that? Heat rose to her face, but she didn’t stop fingering herself. If Jared had heard, so be it. Wasn’t that why she’d chosen to do this?
His only response was a grunt.
She closed her eyes and imagined it was Jared’s finger, not hers, that was moving in and out of her cunt. His hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, plucking them stiff. She pictured his face near hers, close enough to kiss but holding back from doing so. Teasing her with his touch.
Her finger returned to her clit, flicking it as she envisioned Jared would. His breathing grew loud enough for her to hear, reaching a pitch punctuated by softer cries, as if now he was trying to hide his actions from her.
“Let me hear you, you bastard,” she murmured.
Her pussy clenched again and she pressed harder against her clit, angling her hips so she could slip her ring finger into her cunt. She finger-fucked herself harder, letting out gasps that nearly became cries as her orgasm bore down on her.
“God, yeah!” Jared shouted. “Fuck!” A long groan followed.
Cassidy pictured cum spurting from his cock. Imagined herself bending to take a taste. Her breaths came short and fast now, and she moved her fingers the same way, pushing herself toward the edge.
The orgasm hit and her knees buckled under the force of it. Her cunt constricted so tightly it squeezed her fingers and she cried out, not caring now whether he heard her. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed over her, leaving her limp in their wake.
Legs shaking, she sank to the floor, tremors coursing through her. To steady her breaths, she inhaled through her nose, which ended with her gasping as an aftershock rocked her, again tightening her walls. Eyes still closed, she pretended Jared stood watching as she shuddered and whimpered through the ecstasy.
When she finally managed to slow her breathing, she opened her eyes. She hadn’t come that hard in months and didn’t want to move, so she stayed on the floor, resting her head against the wall.
“Take that, Jared,” she muttered.
She thought she heard him say, “I will.” But she had to have imagined it. Surely he hadn’t heard her.
Chapter Three
It hadn’t been enough.
Playing with herself had gotten her off. Pretty intensely. But it hadn’t been enough.
Damn Jared for this! He’d gotten her aroused when they’d returned from the meeting—okay, just watching him and his tight ass at the meeting got her started—and that had only barely abated by the time they’d left for dinner, where she’d fantasized throughout the meal. Now, hearing him masturbating, knowing that he was thinking about her—or at least wanted her to think he was—brought her from a simmer to a boil.
And her self-induced orgasm wasn’t enough to placate her greedy cunt. She didn’t want fingers inside her. She wanted cock—Jared’s cock.
Despite her determination to hate the guy.
What gave him the right to use her as a fantasy, anyway? Shouting her name like that, when anyone walking down the motel hallway might have heard. Making damn good and sure she heard. He’d known exactly what he was doing.
He’d done it on purpose, trying to elicit a response from her. Well, he’d get one, but it might not be the one he expected.
She quickly pulled her clothing back on. She heard nothing from the next room other than the low murmur of the TV. Apparently now that he’d made his point, Jared had decided to settle in for a night of sitcoms.
Not if Cassidy had anything to say about it. He wanted to show off for her? Fine. He could damn well do it right in front of her, then.
She checked the mirror to be sure she didn’t look like a woman with ulterior motives, then strode to the next room and pounded on the door. For a moment, no response came, and she wondered whether Jared would even answer. Surely he suspected the effect his little act had had on her. After all, he’d heard her. So he was hiding from her now? Well, that would only work until the next morning when they’d have to share the car to go to the planting site.
Just as she raised her fist to knock again, he called, “Hang on, I’ll be right there.”
“Hurry up!” she snarled.
He opened the door wearing only the jeans he’d had on earlier. Cassidy caught her breath for a second at the sight of his gorgeous bare chest and her mental image of what rested beneath those jeans, then recovered. “What the hell were you doing?”
Surprised, he blinked. “Just now? Lying down trying to decide whether to fall asleep. And I had to put some clothes on before I answered the door.” He gestured at the jeans. “I sleep nude.”
“You jerk off nude.” She stepped forward, intimidating him into moving out of her way. She hoped she intimidated him, anyway. He damn well deserved it after what he’d done.
His eyes widened and he quickly closed the door behind her. “I do what, now?”
“You heard me.” She moved close enough to see the discomfort in his eyes. “Or, more to the point, I heard you. Just like you wanted.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar!” Bad enough they’d practically had sex through a wall. Now he wanted to deny it? She was damned if she’d let him get away with the lie. “You fucking jerked off against the wall of my room, calling out my name. What’s the matter, you didn’t get enough of a thrill making out with me earlier?”
“Nope.” A smile slowly formed on his gorgeous lips. “Far from enough.”
“Admit what you did.”
“It sounds like you already know.” He paused. “Unless I did something I don’t know about. Like turning you on so bad you had to come bang on my door. Hmm, bang.”
There was no mistaking the sexual undertone. Pervert! Furious, she rolled her eyes. “I came over here to ask who the hell you think you are,” she snapped. “Admit it. You masturbated so I wouldn’t be able to help hearing you. You wanted me to know what you were doing.”
“Okay, I admit it.” Hands on his hips, he stared a challenge at her. “Looking at you in that cute little business suit earlier made me want you so bad I’d have fucked you in the car if you hadn’t chickened out. And then, seeing you in your normal clothes? That was even hotter. You tease the fuck out of me every time you’re around me and you don’t even give me a chance. So yes, I wanted you to hear. I wanted you to know what you do to me.”
At his confession, she saw red. She’d known his actions had been deliberate, but knowing wasn’t the same as hearing it. She wanted to scream at him, call him every name in the book. How dare he!
The little voice of reason in her mind pointed out that she wasn’t really angry at Jared for what he’d done. She was angry with herself for responding to it. All the weeks of telling herself she wouldn’t be attracted to him, didn’t want him, refused to consider even touching him had just gone out the window. So much for trying to keep my distance.
He wanted her. And angry or not, she wanted him too. Standing there in those goddamn sexy jeans, he made the most appealing picture she’d ever seen.
Before she could stop herse
lf, she shoved him against the door. In his eyes, a flash of confusion was immediately replaced with the gleam of lust.
Her cunt throbbed. This time, she wouldn’t stop him. They weren’t in the car where someone might see. They were in his room and she didn’t give a fuck if any other guests heard. He’d put her in this state, and he could damn well help her out of it.
“What are you looking so smug for?” she growled.
“I’m not smug.” He grinned. “I’d say you have me right where I want you, Cass.”
She pressed herself hard against him. His cock swelled against her belly and she grew wetter in preparation for it. Part of her sat back, shocked at her behavior. She’d never been aggressive in bed and certainly had never taken control of a man this way.
The rest of her told that part resoundingly to shut the hell up.
“I have you where I want you. You’re going to do what I want this time, Jared. You think it’s funny to play with yourself while I’m listening?” She took a step back and yanked open the button fly of his jeans. His cock sprang out eagerly. “Do it now,” she ordered.
He looked confused. “Do what?”
“This.” She grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his cock, her own hand on top of his. Roughly, she moved his hand up and down his shaft. He hissed in a breath and she stopped, startled out of her fury. “Did I hurt you?”
“God, no.” He swallowed hard. “Definitely no pain. Do it again.” He flexed his hand. “You want to watch, or you want to do it?”
She didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She wanted to pay him back for masturbating to her name and, presumably, her image in his head, but he was fucking up her plans by enjoying it.
She whirled around and stormed across the room. He stayed against the door, holding his cock with a stunned look. “You want me?” she demanded.
“I said I do.” He let go of himself and hitched his jeans up, though he left them unfastened. “Cass, what are you doing here? Do you even know?”
“Yeah.” No. She whipped off her T-shirt and threw it at him. “You want me? Here’s your chance.”
“No. Not like this.” He bit his lip. “Cass, I’ve got to be crazy to stop you, but you’re only doing this because you’re pissed at me.”
“Which means it’s the only opportunity you’re likely to get.” Keeping her eyes on him, she pulled off her jeans and panties in one quick movement and let them drop to the floor. Her bra joined them. Completely nude, she strode toward him again, enjoying the twitch of his cock as he grew harder. “You’re going to fuck me, Jared. You think you’re the only one who got turned-on in the car? You think you can just jerk off—making damn sure I know about it—and not get me hot?”
“Do you want me, or do you just want payback?” he muttered.
“Who gives a fuck?” She knelt in front of him and gave in to her impulse to lick away the small drop of fluid at the tip of his cock. He shuddered. “Should I suck you?” she asked huskily. “Or should I pull you down to the floor and climb on?”
“This isn’t you,” he protested.
No, it definitely wasn’t the Cassidy she’d shown around him since they’d met. That Cassidy was all business. Like she had a stick up her ass, as he’d described her in her suit. She was more than a little surprised at herself for her actions now, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t her.
Just a part of her she usually kept hidden. And now she would let it out to play.
She slid her mouth over his shaft and he moaned. Encouraged, she sucked lightly and reached up to fondle his balls. He twined his hand through her hair, then gripped firmly and moved her head so she fucked him with her mouth. She let out a satisfied groan at the salty taste of more precum on her tongue.
His cock twitched against her lips. She sucked harder on his shaft, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure he made. She didn’t like his control of her, though, and shook her head to make him let go. When his grip relaxed, she took her mouth off him and ran her tongue down his length, savoring his texture, to the wiry nest of hair at the base. On impulse, she licked his balls. He cried out and she looked up at him with a smile. “Do you like that?”
“You want me to come in your mouth?” he murmured. “Because I’m going to if you keep this up too much longer. You’re that fucking good, Cassidy.”
She plunged her mouth onto his cock again, then slowly pulled back. “Hell, no. You aren’t going to come in my mouth. You’re going to come in my pussy.” Common sense smacked her and she quickly added, “In a condom, that is, assuming you have one?”
He pulled a small packet from his jeans pocket. Cassidy narrowed her eyes. “You asshole. You planned on this?”
“No.” He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I just hoped. We went out to dinner, and after what we did when we got back from the meeting, I hoped maybe after dinner… Don’t kill me, okay?”
She turned away so he wouldn’t see the smile she couldn’t quite manage to keep off her face. “Put it on,” she ordered.
She watched as he followed her command, unrolling the condom onto his hard cock without bothering to remove his jeans. A thrill of lust and power ran through her. That was for her. That cock would fill her in just a moment, would pound into her. Would give her the satisfaction her fingers hadn’t quite managed. And it would happen because she had demanded it. Moisture collected between her legs and she clenched her fists to keep from touching herself. She’d already done that. Now it was his turn.
With a tentative expression, he held his arms out to his sides. “I’m ready. What do you want, Cassidy?”
“First of all, I want you to call me Cass.” Her full name sounded far too formal for this situation. “Second of all, lie on your back. I’m going to ride you.”
“On the bed or the floor?”
“I don’t give a shit.” She ran her finger from the base of his cock to the tip, ignoring the lube on the condom. “Just get on your fucking back so I can have this inside me.”
“Bed.” He quickly did as she’d said and winked at her. “Otherwise, I might end up with rug burn.”
“Just shut up.” She straddled him and tickled his cock with her wet slit. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. “Do you want to fuck me, Jared?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Is this what you were daydreaming about while you jerked off?”
“Yes.” He raised his hips and she lifted herself away from his cock. “Please, Cass!”
“Please what?” She wanted to hear him beg as much as she could make him before she gave in.
“Please fuck me.” He opened his eyes and stared into hers with a mix of emotions she didn’t dare try to identify. “Ride me, Cass. Take what you want from me, give me what I want. Whatever you do, don’t stop now, because I’ll fucking burn to a cinder if you leave me like this.”
For just a moment, she toyed with the idea of doing exactly that. Walking away from him when he was this hard and ready would certainly pay him back. But she couldn’t do it. She ached for him too badly to stop before the main event.
She moved up his body slightly, then slid down until his cock head rested against her opening. “This will never happen again,” she warned.
“I don’t care, as long as it happens now.”
With one abrupt movement, she took his cock into her swollen pussy and sighed as his hardness filled her. Her muscles gripped his shaft. He gasped and ran his hands up her sides.
She didn’t want his touch now, though. She pushed his arms down onto the bed and pinned them with her hands as she raised and lowered herself on him. At first, she moved excruciatingly slowly, wanting to torment him. But it tortured her at least as much, so she rode him harder and faster. He picked up her rhythm and thrust his hips upward to meet each of her downward movements.
The room filled with their moans and cries. Sparks within Cassidy built to full flame and her channel gripped his cock firmly. Her clit tingled, but she refused to release Jared’s arms to touch
herself. Nor would she let him touch her. Instead she fucked him harder, shifting herself so that on each stroke, her clit rubbed against him.
“Fuck, Cass, I’m going to come,” he groaned. “I can’t—”
“Come, then.” She’d had his cock inside her for only moments, but her own impending orgasm bore down on her like thunder. She didn’t care how long the sex lasted. She wanted only her own satisfaction. “Come for me.”
The words and the sense of power over Jared triggered her explosion. Her cunt contracted so hard she cried out and stars danced in front of her eyes. The climax stole her breath and she panted heavily, trying to take in enough air to stay conscious as ecstasy raced through her. She quaked on top of him and he responded with a sharp thrust up into her and a long, loud groan as his cock stuttered within her.
Flames ran over her skin and aftershocks rippled through her again and again. Each time, Jared convulsed beneath her as her mini-climaxes apparently triggered aftereffects for him as well. He grunted and shoved into her again, then went limp.
She fought her body, which was weak and threatening to collapse against him, long enough to climb off him. For a moment, she lay on her side, trying to catch her breath.
He turned his head and smiled at her. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do it for you.” Ignoring an all too strong impulse to rest her head on his chest, she forced herself off the bed. “You started it. You got to finish. Happy now?”
“Yes, and I wish you were too.” He propped himself on one elbow. “Cass, don’t leave, please. Not this angry. Can’t we—”
“No,” she said firmly. She gathered her clothes and pulled them on as quickly as she could, refusing to look away from him despite the sudden embarrassment that filled her as the full impact of what she’d just done hit her. “This isn’t going to happen again,” she reminded him, striding toward the door. “If you even mention it, I’ll kill you. So savor the memory.”
“Cass, please.”
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