Shakedown

by Michelle Roth

  When she gazed at him, he didn't really see what he'd expected. Based on her earlier meltdown, he'd been afraid she was clinging to him out of sadness or fear. He looked at her now and only saw her desire.

  His hand moved up from her shoulder to cup her cheek. His voice gruff, he asked, “Are you sure you want to go here?”

  She grabbed twin handfuls of his shirt and said, “Jesus, Mike. Just shut up and kiss me already!”

  “Yes ma'am,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. He pulled her flush against him and dipped his head down. The second their lips connected, he couldn't help the hungry groan that slid from his throat.

  She pressed herself eagerly against him as her lips parted under his. He began a lazy exploration of her curves, letting his palms mold against and trace over every part of her hips and back, while his tongue plundered her mouth.

  Eventually the hands that gripped his shirt slid up his chest and around his neck, bringing her soft, full breasts in direct contact with his chest. Fuck, she felt good pressed against him. He tilted his hips forward, pressing his growing erection into the softness of her belly.

  At her moan, he broke the kiss and nipped his way down her jawline. He slid one hand into her hair, gripping her wild curls down near the nape of her neck. Slowly, he gave it a tug, tilting her head to expose the soft skin of her neck. Thorough in his exploration, he licked and sucked on every inch of bare skin he was able to reach. She made sexy little whimpering sounds that were driving him wild.

  He pulled at the collar of her shirt, revealing one ivory shoulder. He moved his mouth down, determined to swirl his tongue over every inch of her body before they were through here. When her breathing stuttered, he gently bit down on the skin just above her collarbone.

  “Mike,” she moaned. He felt her hands move down his body. When they slid under the hem of his shirt and up his back, he made his own soft sound of pleasure. The way her hands slid over the contours of his back had his dick throbbing. He could only hope she would continue to explore him with such thorough, eager hands.

  As if she'd read his thoughts, she made a move to strip his shirt off. He momentarily lifted his mouth, then pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it away. Before the shirt even hit the ground, he gripped her hair again and dragging his teeth along her earlobe.

  Her fingernails traced over the ridges of his abdomen, raking lightly up his chest. When he gave an involuntary shiver, she repeated the motion. He tightened the hand that gripped her hair and moaned against the soft skin of her shoulder.

  Cassidy snaked her hand down between them and cupped his rigid erection with her palm through the denim of his jeans.

  He groaned as she gently massaged him and said, “Oh sweet Christ, Cassidy.”

  When she stopped massaging and began to unbutton his jeans, he gave a silent thanks to the heavens. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel her warm little palm wrapped around his aching cock. Before that, though, he needed something.

  He reached down to still her hand. She looked up at him in confusion. He was on the edge when he murmured, “I want to see you, Cass. I need to see you.”

  A smile played over her face as she slowly reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside for him. He let out a low sound of appreciation.

  His hands reaching out, he cupped her breasts through the satin bra she wore. “Fuck, but you're gorgeous. I don't think I was ready for you to be this sexy.”

  Her lips curving upward, she stepped back, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She slid it forward, watching his eyes as they absorbed every inch of flesh she uncovered. Dammit, he realized, when she paused. The little vixen was teasing him. He groaned in frustration.

  Cassidy teased him a moment more, then perhaps sensing he was at the end of his rope, slid the bra off. His hands immediately gravitated toward the soft, round globes. He tested their weight with his palms and gently rubbed his thumbs over her hard, pink nipples.

  She got back to work on his jeans now that she'd given him something to play with. He let out a hiss when he felt her hand slide down the front of his jeans through the now open zipper. He'd gone commando today. In retrospect, it was an excellent choice.

  While he tugged and teased her tight peaks, she pushed his jeans down. Grabbing his cock by the root, she began to slowly but firmly stroke him. He groaned as his knees turned to jelly.

  A wicked grin unlike any he'd seen from her before pulled across her lips as she dropped to her knees before him. “Oh Christ, Cass. You're going to kill me. Let me sit down or I'm going to embarrass myself.”

  Her laughter, though at his expense, moved something inside him. “Laugh all you want, funny girl. Just know I'm going to eat your pussy until you beg me for mercy.”

  She stood back up, walked him backward, and then pressed his shoulders down, indicating that he should sit on the edge of the bed. With that same wicked smile on her face, she sarcastically said, “Oh no, not that. Please don't eat my pussy until I scream.”

  His cock twitched at her filthy mouth. Christ, but this woman was fucking perfect.

  She slid back down to her knees and apologized. “I've only done this a few times. Let me know if I'm doing something wrong?”

  Before he could respond, her tongue dragged along the length of him from his balls to the leaking tip and then back again. Cassidy wrapped her hand around him, then began to stroke him. With little flicks of her tongue, she lapped at the pre-cum, then swirled around the head of his cock.

  “Fuck.” He moaned, his hand sliding into her hair. “Your mouth feels amazing.”

  When her warm, wet mouth slid down over his dick, taking him almost to the root, he nearly came on the spot. Instead, he thought about hockey scores, Jabba the Hutt, and dead puppies. Anything but her mouth.

  Like some kind of mind reading gypsy, she must have realized he was trying to resist. She reached with her free hand and began to lightly massage his balls.

  Pressure building at the base of his spine. There was no way he was going to be able to hold out.

  For someone who claimed to be a novice, Cassidy sure as fuck knew what she was doing. It had only been a few minutes and yet he was nearly ready to blow. Granted, it had been a while, but… “Fuck!” He shouted when he felt his cock nudge the back of her throat.

  Seconds later, swallowed and pulled him deeper still. Tightening his grip in her hair, he gently guided the motion of her head. At her low moan, he tightened his grip even more. When she whimpered softly around him, he lost all power of thought.

  “Fuck. That's it. I'm gonna come, Cass.” He groaned, shooting ribbons of hot cum down her throat. “Swallow it. Swallow it all. Oh yeah. Like that. Just like that, baby.”

  When he began to soften slightly, she released him from her lips with a lewd pop. Obviously pleased with herself, she leaned back, resting on her heels.

  He eyed her smug little grin and asked, “You've only done that a couple of times? I was almost certain I was going to die at least twice there.”

  “What can I say,” she asked, smirking. “I like to under promise and over deliver.”

  “Justify it however you like, baby. I came so hard I felt it in my toes. Now, take off those jeans. Panties too. Lie back on the bed and let me return the favor.”

  “If you insist.” She unbuttoned her jeans.

  “Believe me,” Mike said, giving her a wicked grin of his own. “I insist.” He was really, really going to enjoy making her beg.

  Chapter Six

  Completely bare now, Cassidy laid back against her pillows. Mike stood at the end of the bed, his eyes roaming over her bare flesh. She wasn't the thinnest. She knew that. But the heat of his gaze left her with absolutely no doubts. He definitely liked what he saw.

  His cock jerked to attention once again when she parted her thighs. He took in the glistening pink folds and said, “Christ, you're gorgeous.”

  She flushed at his words and said, “I believe
you promised...”

  “Did I promise something,” he asked, clearly enjoying her squirms of anticipation.

  “Oh, I believe you promised you were going to...what was it? Eat my pussy until I begged you to stop?”

  “That does sound familiar.”

  “Don't tease me, Mike,” she begged. “I'm already on edge. You don't have any idea what sucking your cock did to me.”

  He stroked a hand idly along his length and asked, “Tease? Me?”

  “Much more of that and I'll start without you,” she said dryly, eyeing his hand as it stroked along his already thickening cock.

  Clearly intrigued by the idea, he approvingly said, “Oh. Please do.”

  Nervous, but determined, she bent her legs at the knee and spread them wide. His eyes immediately went hot and hungry. She noticed the fist stroking his cock had tightened. Emboldened by his response, she traced a hand lightly over the lips of her pussy.

  “I'm so wet.” She rubbed her fingers along her slit. Slipping two of them between her folds, she drew slow circles around her clit. With her other hand, she pinched and pulled at one of her nipples. On a soft moan, her eyes slid closed.

  She felt the bed dip with his weight as he settled between her thighs. Mike reached out and stilled her hand. His mouth millimeters from her now aching pussy, eyes trained on hers, he softly said, “Until you beg me to stop, Cass.”

  With nothing further to add, he used his thumbs to pull her labia apart. Then he blew gently against the sensitive flesh until she squeaked. Before she could protest any further, he leaned in and swiped his tongue across her clit. He then traced slow circles around the aching bundle of nerves.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “God, that feels so good.”

  Mike redoubled his efforts until she could do nothing but shudder and cry out as she reveled in the sensations his mouth wrought. The way he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it rhythmically with his tongue shot her over the edge multiple times. In the end, he hadn't been lying. Eventually, able to take no more attention to her sensitive clit, she begged. “Mike, please. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

  His mouth gentled. With one last kiss against her slippery flesh, he crawled back up her body. Poising himself on one elbow, he asked, “Do you have protection? I didn't exactly come prepared for this today.”

  Silently, she rolled over and reached into the night stand. She quickly ripped open the box, tore a packet off the strip, and then turned to face him. When he attempted to take it from her, she said, “Let me.”

  She tore the packet open with her teeth, then proceeded to roll it gently over his cock. She stroked her hands over his hard length. She double, then triple checked for any wrinkles or air bubbles. Finally, he stopped her with a groan and said, “No more. No more. I need to be inside you.”

  Cassidy let him press her back against the mattress and watched him as he settled between her thighs. Admittedly, she was a little nervous. Mike was the first person she'd been with other than her ex-husband in four years.

  When he pressed a soft kiss against her lips, she relaxed into it. Perhaps he sensed her disquiet or maybe he just wanted a kiss. It was hard to tell.

  No one had ever looked at her quite like Mike did, though. Sure, there was a heavy dose of sexual appreciation. The way he looked her over now, though? It made her feel as if he was trying to somehow memorize the moment.

  At the first press of him against the lips of her pussy, she rocked her hips forward. Rather than pushing into her depths, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, then through her soaked folds, teasing her. When he swirled the now slick tip around her clit, she let out a moan.

  “Mike,” she panted. “Please.”

  Relenting, he buried himself inside her with one quick thrust. She gasped in pleasure and wriggled her hips against him as her body adjusted to his thick girth. “I feel so full,” she moaned.

  “Fuck. This feels amazing. You're so tight.” He slowly began to move his hips.

  Cassidy wrapped her legs around him, the action causing him to sink even deeper inside her. She let out a long moan as his cock drug along her inner walls, lighting up every nerve ending she possessed. When his fingertips brushed against her clit, she almost pushed him away as the sensation overwhelmed her.

  “Fuck me harder, please.”

  He continued to thrust into her at the same slow and even pace as before. His eyelids heavy with pleasure, he said, “We've got time.”

  As he spoke, he gave her clit a quick little pinch that had her screaming as waves of pleasure reverberated throughout her entire body. “Fuck, Mike.” Her voice was somewhere between a moan and a hoarse whisper.

  In answer, he sped the motion of his hips until she felt another orgasm beginning low in her belly. Unbidden, her hands moved up to her breasts. She played with her nipples, craving the extra sensation.

  “Fuck. I can feel your pussy tightening around me each time you pinch them. Pull on them for me, baby.”

  Her eyes slid closed as she pulled on them. Her back arching with each tug, she felt bolts of white hot sensation rip through her body. She whimpered when the stimulation became too intense to bear. On the edge again, she panted, “Oh god. I'm going to cum!”

  Mike reached down once more and gave her clit another rough pinch that had her splintering apart beneath him. She screamed as release tore through her. The pulsing sensations went on and on until she was absolutely spent.

  Seconds later, Mike stiffened above her, then groaned out as he found his own release.

  With a sound of regret, he pulled out of her. A completely sated look on his face, he asked, “Where can I...” He gestured to the condom.

  “Oh, sorry. Sorry. The bathroom is through there,” she said, pointing. After he had turned, she stared at him unabashedly. He was built really well.

  When he came back into the room and crawled back onto the bed, he pulled her close. Leaning in, he rested his forehead briefly against hers, still breathing heavily, and said, “You wrecked me, Cassidy.”

  Uncertain how to respond, she grinned up at him. “You've got some moves, yourself.”

  He pressed a gentle kiss to her mouth and then adjusted so she was tucked up against his side. One of his hands stroked lazily up and down her spine.

  This was nice, she vaguely thought. She wondered how long he would be content to lie this way.

  A few minutes later he answered her question when he asked, “Can we get under the covers? My feet are freezing.”

  “Sure,” she said. “It's not cold in here, though.”

  He merely arched an eyebrow and then pressed his cold feet against her calves.

  Squealing in protest, she shifted her legs away. “Jesus. They're like ice cubes.” Before he could touch her with them again, she hopped off the bed and pulled the covers back. She watched as he maneuvered himself underneath.

  When she didn't crawl under the covers with him, he asked, “Are you coming back to bed?”

  “In a minute,” she teased, looking over his naked body. “Just enjoying the view.”

  That wicked grin came over his face once more as he crooked a finger at her. “I'm not nearly done with you, Cassidy. I hope that wasn't the last condom.”

  Chapter Seven

  The longer he waited at the Coach Terminal, the edgier Mike got. Granted, he had been edgy even before that. After what he'd thought was an absolutely incredibly night with Cassidy, she'd seemed a little standoffish this morning. He hoped it was just nerves about today, but he wasn't so sure. When he'd gone to give her a kiss goodbye, she'd turned her face.

  He wouldn't consider himself an overly sensitive guy, but he had to admit his feelings had been a little hurt. Even though he'd been a bit of an ass at first, surely she understood he was sorry, right? Maybe his previous behavior meant he'd been relegated to a one night stand, though. Who could really tell with women?

  This wasn't the time to worry about it. Cassidy had already dropped the money off a
t the locker. She'd gotten home, left the message, and then texted to let him know it was done. He'd slipped a GPS tracker in one of the stacks of cash and also another was sewn into the lining of the bag. If they switched the bags for whatever reason, he'd wanted that backup.

  Over the noisy din of the terminal, he heard the click of high heels walk past him. He looked over the top of his newspaper from where he'd been lounging against the lockers. His eyes focused in on the woman’s face. Well, I'll be damned, he mused to himself. It was Marla Francis. That wasn't who he'd expected.

  Mike had been convinced it was that dick weed, Roger.

  Marla turned around suddenly to stare at him, realizing she had an audience. He did the only thing he could think of. He gave her a wink and licked his lips. When her eyes widened, he formed his fingers into a ‘v’ shape and flicked his tongue between them, giving her the universal sign for 'Why yes, I'd like to eat your pussy.'

  As predicted, she grimaced at his lewd gesture. “Fucking creep!”

  He grinned lecherously. “Aww. Don't go, baby.” Then he watched as she sprinted away on heels. She but was damn quick in those stilts. If she wasn't a backstabber, a liar, and a thief, he'd have been somewhat impressed.

  As it was, he merely shrugged and pulled out his cell phone. Pulling up the app, he watched the signal head toward the door. He gave her two minutes lead time and then followed. This was where the fun would begin.

  * * * *

  Twenty minutes later, Mike parked at the end of the block. Sure enough, her silver hatchback was parked right in front of her house. He could only assume that's where she was holding Roddy. Only one way to find out.

  He slid out of the car and casually walked down the sidewalk. When he spied a small alley, he exhaled in relief. It was no wider than three or four feet. It gave him a plausible excuse to get closer to the house though. He wouldn't have to creep through someone's lawn. Maybe he could at least get a look into the side windows.

  That wouldn't be necessary though. When he approached side of the house, he heard a loud, angry bark followed by a male voice. “Shut the fuck up, Roddy!”