“It mostly does the work for me. Once it’s hitting the right spots, I can lie back and enjoy. Normally I’d use lube, but I’m…” Her voice trails off.
“Already fucking soaked.”God,I could come just from thinking about how wet her pussy likely is.
A breathy laugh. “Yeah… that.” She sucks in a small gasp, then falls silent. I’m desperate to know exactly what she’s doing. There’s no way I’ll be able to lie here not knowing.
“Sweetheart, use your words. Tell me what you’re doing.Please.” I groan as I spread precum down my shaft, pretending it’s her wetness.
“I just slid it in. And now…” The drone of her vibrator fills the air, and my grip tightens around my dick. “I’m going to let it work its magic.”
The buzzing intensifies, and she whimpers quietly—it sounds muffled, like she’s clutching a pillow to her mouth.
“Don’t be quiet just ’cause I’m here.” I fist my cock, picturing how fucking good she probably looks right now. Her creamy thighs parted, one hand on the vibe and the other gripping her bed for dear life, long hair splayed across her pillow.
She takes my command seriously, letting out a raspy moan that catapults me to the edge. Between her moans of intense pleasure, all I can hear is her panting. I’d forgotten what she smelled like when she’s turned on, but the room’s so thick with it I can practically taste her. Each whine and whimper has me holding a firm grasp on her bedframe with my free hand. Anything to keep me on the ground instead of jumping up there, pulling the vibrator away, and ramming my cock deep inside.
“God, Cass. You sound so fucking sexy.”
Her feet drag across the sheets, shoving her light blue comforter to the foot of the bed. If I sat up, I’d be able to see her. Maybe not in detail—it’s pitch black in here, not even lit by the moon—but I’d be able to make out her curves as she thrashes. There’s no way she doesn’t look fucking incredible. My grip’s sloppy and frantic, balls tightening as I hear her fall apart.
“Fuck,Chase.” I don’t know what it is about hearing my real name tumble from her lips as she makes herself come, but that does me in. A final pump sends thick ropes of cum shooting onto my bare stomach and thundering chest.
Once I’ve caught my breath, I tuck my dick back into my boxers and head for the hallway bathroom. It’s not until I’m squinting into the mirror at myself that I realize what a mess I’m in. Because—for fuck’s sake—I don’t want to be her friend. Her dirty secret. Her baby daddy. I want more than that. I want to be in her bed, making her come everynight so she can sleep. I want to touch her in ways that aren’t even sexual—hold hands, stroke her hair, rub her sore back, and keep a hand firmly on her stomach while we sleep. And the only reason she didn’t throw a pillow at me and order me to leave her room when I caught her touching herself was because I told her we could fuck without feelings. Which was total bullshit.
“Just sleep in the bed,” Cass says when I walk back into the dark bedroom and find my makeshift floor bed gone. The room smells like sex, and her hand patting the empty space next to her has my dick pulsing in my boxers again. “Come on, we masturbated together… I think we can share a bed like mature adults.”
Can’t argue with that, I guess.
“Okay—switch sides.”
“Absolutely not. This is my side of the bed.” She pulls her hand away from the empty spot. “If you want to try and boss me around, you can stay on the floor. I retract my offer.”
“Fine then. I’m sleeping closest to the door one way or the other.”
Her face scrunches up like I just said something truly insane. “What are you on about?”
“The guy should always sleep closest to the door, for safety. What if somebody broke in?”
“I’ve been living here alone foryears,and you think tonight is the night somebody finally breaks in?” She laughs but slides over anyway. “You’re completely out of your mind, but whatever. I’ll let you be the strong, protective cowboy hero for tonight. Although, whatever will I do without a big tough man to save me tomorrow night?”
I want to offer to stay here every night, but I think Cassidy would shove me out of the bed. And this is an opportunity I selfishly don’t want to give up.
“Thank you.” I slip in next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I’m warning you now—I’m a cuddler.”
She groans. “And I’m absolutelynot. Fuck all the way off.”
“I bet you’d like cuddling me, if you tried.”
“Nope.” She scooches farther over, until her body is nearly hanging off the bed. “I can guarantee I would not. I like to sleep alone—uninhibited, unconfined, free of gross morning breath in my face.”
“If I promise not to breathe in your face, will you let me cuddle you?” I chase her across the bed, until there’s a ton of space behind me, but her and I are on the edge. My arm hooks around her waist, keeping her close.
“No.” She groans dramatically under the weight of my arm. “Who the hell are you? One second you’re like ‘gotta protect the helpless woman’ and the next you’re all ‘cuddly-wuddly bear’.”
There’s something about the flirty, cute way she mocks my voice that fills me up every time. I don’t even care that she’s technically making fun of me; the smile it’s paired with is my favourite fucking thing. And I can’t help but notice she hasn’t made a real effort to move away from my embrace.
“Cuddly-wuddly bear? Sounds cute.”
“I’m not a teddy bear kind of girl.”
