She pushed herself away from the wall and drifted closer, the water rippling between us, her body now just inches from mine.
“Funny enough,” she murmured, lips curving into a wicked smile, “I’m a redhead. And my name is Cassie. So if you want to put a finger down the next time you play this game,” she leaned in, biting her lip. “Just say the word. I can make that happen.”
She leaned even closer, both hands on either side of my hips now.
“Let’s play a new game,” she said, the thin wall of steam the only thing separating us. “Truth or dare? I’ll go first. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I said, grinning.
“I dare you to stand up,” she said, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Stand up? That’s it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep.”
I rose, the water-level now at my knees. I was about to ask her truth or dare when she leaned in closer, her warm body just close enough to mine to make my heart start to race.
In one swift motion, she pulled my trunks down, my cock springing out of the fabric. With every inch Cassie had closed in on me, it grew harder and harder.
She whispered with a sly smile, “I think I’m bored of this game. I have a better idea,” she announced, licking her lips. She was eye level with the part of my body that ached painfully––an ache only she could fix.
She rose out of the water slightly, wrapping her palm firmly around my rock-hard cock, twisting her hand back and forth, finally releasing a small amount of pain that had built up. I leaned my head back, letting out a sigh of relief.
“This is what you needed, wasn’t it, Jace?”
“Yes, sugar,” I replied with a breathy moan, threading her hair through my fingers, tugging gently.
Her breasts were out of the water now, glistening in the moonlight. As I stood there admiring her taut nipples, she licked her lips, then the tip of my cock, almost sending me over the edge in a matter of seconds. My knees buckled, my entire body almost letting go completely.
When she wrapped her mouth around my cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat, I knew I had died and gone to heaven.
“Cassie…” I moaned, her mouth tightening harder around me was her only response. She kept sucking, clearly enjoying every second of this just as much as I did.
I held on to her hair tighter. It felt like it was the only thing keeping me from floating away, pleasure filling up inside of me like air in a balloon.
“Baby, I’m close,” I said, looking down at her in case she wanted to stop. But she didn’t stop for even a second, only gripped my thigh tighter, taking me deeper in her throat then I thought possible.
She looked up, giving me the neediest eyes I had ever seen. Cassie Blake wanted me in more ways than one and she was absolutely going to get everything she wanted as far as I was concerned.
I gripped her hair with both hands now, making her take me deeper, faster. She opened her mouth wider, my tip smashing with the back of her throat. She sucked even harder as my hot seed collided with the back of her throat. I could see the muscles in her neck flex as she swallowed every last drop.
When she finally pulled away, I fell back down into the water, completely spent. She positioned herself on my lap now, placing soft kisses along my collar bone.
“Cassie… baby…”
“Never have I ever sucked Jace McKinley’s massive dick,” she said playfully, putting a finger down proudly.
Chapter 34 – Jace
It took two more days for the snow to stop falling and another two for the roads to be clear enough for everyone to drive safely on.
You can probably guess how Cassie and I spent most of our time snowed in. When we weren’t under the sheets worshipping each other’s bodies, we sat in front of the fire, watching TV or just talking about life.
After my second time lighting the fireplace, Cassie started getting used to the fire being our main source of heat.
She didn’t flinch when I lit the match or when the fire crackled or popped. On the third day, when a log burned into two pieces and fell over off the crate, she didn’t flinch when it thudded to the floor of the fireplace. After that, I knew she’d be ok.
One night, I even convinced her to make s’mores with me. The melted chocolate got all over her lips, and we laughed like we were kids again. She looked so carefree, sitting there in my old hoodie, with her hair up in a bun and the firelight dancing across her face. My cabin felt more like home than it ever had.
