Scooting her closer to the edge of the countertop, I used my thumb to massage her clit as my fingers pushed deep inside of her core. I could feel her muscles clench down around me, heat radiating off her freckled skin.
I replaced my fingers with my mouth, gladly being the reason Cassie was inching closer and closer to eternal bliss.
Her hips bucked, causing my tongue to slide deeper inside her wet center. I bit down gently on her clit, tugging on it just enough to leave Cassie begging for more.
I stood back up, face-to-face with her now. My hand gripping her neck, soft enough not to hurt her, but hard enough to let her know who was in charge.
“You keep staring at my muscles and tattoos, sugar. If you wanted them wrapped around your neck, all you had to do was ask,” I rasped, squeezing my fingers deeper into her neck.
A wicked smile spread across her face. She was loving every second of this.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” I commanded. Cassie did exactly as I told her to.
“Good girl.”
I placed my fingers back at her entrance, shoving three of them into her without warning. Her yelp of pain turned into a long moan of pleasure.
“You want to be stretched out don’t you, sugar?”
She nodded her head, a devilish pleasure behind her eyes.
“After I fuck you in this kitchen, I’m going to take you to your bedroom and fuck you again there. Then I’m going to fuck you on your couch and any other damn surface I can think of. Is that what you want, sugar? To be fucked until you can’t walk?”
“Yes, Jace. I need you,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wider for me.
I knelt down again, placing soft kisses along Cassie’s entrance. I was about to do things to her body she could only think of in her wildest dreams.
My tongue slid into her center again, working until Cassie was moaning in pleasure, her orgasm echoing across the kitchen. The neighbors could probably hear her, but I didn’t give a fuck.
As she came down from her ecstasy high, her phone buzzed on the other side of the kitchen island, Ellie’s face popping up on the screen.
The sight of it was like a slap in the face as if Ellie were standing right here next to us. Reality crashed in.
“Cassie…” My voice came out rough. My hands stilled on her hips. “We need to stop.”
Her eyes snapped to mine, confusion flashing before melting into desperation.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Not now.”
Her begging tore me apart. Every part of me ached to give in. But even as her words burned into me, I knew I wasn’t pulling away because of who she was—I was pulling away because of whoIwas.
I backed up, letting her go. I had to get out of here, quick. This moment was a freight train heading for a cliff—disaster the only possible outcome. It was no secret I liked Cassie, but admitting things I’d never said out loud would only hurt both of us in the end.
I bolted from the kitchen, searching frantically for my belongings.
Look at you, running from your problems again instead of facing them. Has therapy taught you nothing, Jace?
Cassie’s footsteps grew closer.
“What the actual fuck, Jace?” The hurt reverberated through her tone.
I kept my back to her as she approached, slipping on my flannel and placing my black cowboy hat on my head.
“Turn around and talk to me right now, or I’m breaking your other foot. You’ll be stuck here with me until both heal,” she said, stomping her foot.
I turned slowly. Hurt spread across her face.
“All that and you’re just gonna walk away? Pretend it didn’t happen?”
