Cassie doesn’t protest when I turn her around, bend her over the arm of the couch and drag her hips up, giving me the perfect view of her dripping wet pussy. I grab my cock and stroke it up and down against her wet flesh.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” she barks, then the breath is taken out of her lungs, and she claws at the cushions on the couch as I ram back into her.
I lean forward and grab her arms, pulling them around and locking her wrists together with one hand at the base of her spine. Grabbing her hip with my other hand I hold her down and push in and out faster, my hips slamming against hers, my groin slapping at the plump flesh of her ass.
It’s a fucking spectacular ass, one I wish I could fuck, but this is a onetime thing and somehow, I don’t think she would appreciate me stopping to find something to lube up her tight little asshole.
Not that I would find that in this house.
She isn’t fighting against my hold and that makes me even more fucking desperate to own her body. She is gasping and moaning, pushing back as I stretch and fill her. She starts to chant ‘yes, oh god’, and ‘fuck’ between gasping breaths. It takes everything within me to hold off.
The flutter of her inner walls tells me she is losing the battle. My heart is racing and my lungs burn as I try to breathe through it when she starts to moan and strangle the fucking life out of my cock. The moment she goes over, I thrust harder, faster until my back snaps up straight and I push down on her hip, my hand squeezing so tight it is going to leave fingerprints in her perfect, olive-toned skin.
I go up on my toes to get better leverage and push in as far as I possibly can as my climax hits. My cum pulses into the condom and it feels like it’s never going to stop as I press so tight against her ass it has to be hurting her how hard she is forced into the arm of the couch.
“Holy shit,” I groan as my thumping, erratic heart rate starts to slow.
Cassie’s breath is coming out in harsh pants and she wriggles until I let go of her arms.
Jesus, that was probably one of the best fucks of my damn life, and I have dangerous thoughts of asking her to stay so I can do that all over again, this time watching her face as she goes over.
I pull back and turn away, carefully pulling off the full condom. Shit it’s been a long fucking time, that orgasm felt like it lasted forever. My cock is aching as I tie the thing off and toss it on the table to deal with later.
Before I can say a word, Cassie is grabbing her pants and stepping into them. I watch her as she sets her clothes right. She doesn’t look at me once. That about says everything there is to say about what we just did.
She presses her feet into her sneakers and spares a glance at my waist as I pull up my underwear and jeans. I don’t fasten the button, letting the fabric hang off my hips. Her eyes get caught on my lower stomach where a light sheen of sweat from where I was jammed up against her shimmers over the ridges of my abdomen and the trail of dark blond hair that goes down into my underwear.
Her lip catches between her teeth and it takes monumental effort not to groan and tug her lip with my own teeth.
“I should go.”
I nod, having nothing to say. For a second I think about telling her to give me her number, which she didn’t do before but that feels a little too much like I want more than what we just did. All I do is watch as she turns and walks out of the front door without a second glance or a single word.
I’m still standing in the same spot when her headlights blaze on and she pulls out of the drive. Rubbing a hand over my hair, I turn to look at the couch. There is a damp patch on the arm, and I groan at the thought of her cum dripping out of her.
Shaking it off, I pick up the condom and go to the kitchen, tossing it in the trash and grabbing a glass of water. For the quickest of seconds my thoughts turn to Handlebar, knowing this shit would fuck him up if he knew about it. I consider it payback for him fucking about with my bike.
I have no intention of ever seeing Cassie Beillo again, no matter how good of a fuck she is.
No, it’s best I forget all about her.
Talon walks through the front door and frowns at me sitting across the room with a mug of coffee resting on my knee, my head lost in thought. He looks around for a moment before walking further into the room.
“Why the fuck did you come here?” he asks.
“I don’t know how long it’s gonna take to repair my bike and we need to get to Newark, this is closer.”
When I called him this morning and told him to meet me here, I filled him in on the shitshow at the Sussex compound. He was as pissed as I still am about that little prick Rip causing so much damage.
“It smells like a woman, and sex in here,” he smirks.
He looks around as if expecting a woman to come out of one of the bedrooms. I hadn’t noticed but now that he mentions it, there is a faint scent of sex, mixed in with vanilla. His brow lifts but I don’t elaborate. It’s none of his fucking business.
Talon gets the message and heads to the kitchen to get himself a coffee. His sister’s house is a convenient stop-gap to the port. She’s rarely here, traveling a lot with her job.
I finish the coffee and go to clean up the mug. Val might not mind us using this place now and then, but she draws the line at us leaving shit messy. I even cleaned off the stain of Cassie’s cum, all the while thinking about how sweet and tight her pussy was.
“How’d King take it?” Talon asks as we head out and lock up the house. “We any closer to getting him out of our asses?”
