“I’m glad you like it, Menace.” My voice is a hoarse whisper, desperate to recover from the blood racing somewhere it shouldn’t.
I plate the dish and pour Cass a glass of wine.Pull your mind from the gutter and let her enjoy her meal in peace.
It still amazes me how easily we slip into this domesticated bliss with one another. I relax into the cushions, devouring the small sounds of appreciation she makes between bites as she tells me about her day. It’s a damn good thing that she’s on birth control, because I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. Then again, the thought of her having my baby sends a wave of desire and satisfaction through me. Unaware of my filthy thoughts, her eyes crinkle up as she tells me about the paper she’s working on, and goddamn, I can barely follow along.
Partially because she’s incredibly intelligent, but mainly because sitting here on my couch, eating my cooking, and explaining some financial theory that has her eyes lighting up like stars in a deep, grey sky, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” She asks, setting her empty plate aside and turning toward me.
“Because you are fucking breathtaking.” I breathe out.
Her head tilts a fraction, a globe shifting on its axis. Her easy smile drops from her face seconds before she crawls over and swings a leg over my thigh, settling into my lap. A favorite position of hers, I’m learning.
My palms wrap her waist, dwarfing the circumference in my grasp. I love having her here, pressed into my arms and wrapped around me.
“You have to stop saying shit like that, baby.”
The endearment radiates warmth through my heart as her hands lift to frame my jaw. Her soft breaths blow against my cheeks, and I nuzzle into her hold, breathing in her smell. Musk, vanilla, and spice.
“Why’s that, Menace?”
“Because it’s making me lose my mind.” Her lips crash to mine with a sharp inhale. I groan, matching her kisses with increasing fervor, sucking and licking and biting until our collision is all teeth and breath and touch.
My hands reach for her ass, trying to rock her against me, get her as close as I possibly can, but it seems Cass has other plans. My wrists are grasped tightly and pulled up, a devilish smirk working its way across her features.
“Nah-uh. This is for me,” she says, laying each of my arms against the back of the couch. I follow her lead, enraptured by the confidence gleaming in her eyes. Then she rolls against me, and every fucking muscle in my body goes taut, my cock hardening against her in record speed. “Move these, and everything stops.” She grips my hands before pushing them against the back of the couch.Fuck.
Her smirk only grows as she reads the delicious anguish riding across my face. Her hands trail a grueling pace across my arms, down my chest. A kiss brushes against my neck as she rolls against me again, and the little moan she makes has me nearly coming in my pants.
She’s fucking unreal.
But then her hands slide lower, down my chest, trailing down my abs to grip onto the metal buckle of my belt. I don’t dare move a damn muscle, not as she slides off my lap and settles on the floor. My fingers indent into the fabric of the sofa. Her eyes peer up at me with desperatedesire as she works my belt loose. Drags down my zipper. Frees me from my pants.
“Fuck,baby.”
“Stay still.” She smirks up at me, wrapping her hand around my hot cock. I hiss, head falling back to the couch in overwhelmingneed.
“Eyes on me.”
And fuck, I have no fucking choice but to obey as she does an experimental pump that I feel all the way up my spine, her tongue drifting out to lick the cum already seeping from my tip. I have to tense every muscle in my arms to keep them from seeking her out, holding her against me. And then she’s swallowing me down her throat, sucking me in with her hands clenched around my base. All I see are stars. Zips of electricity shoot from my body, and I groan her name, low and guttural.
Her eyes find mine, and the hunger lacing them fucking undoes me.
“Can I touch you now, baby?” My voice comes out an octave lower than usual, my hips desperately jutting up. “I need to be inside you.”
No faster is she nodding than I’m ripping my arms from their metaphysical chains, heaving her body back onto me. We both groan out as I line myself up, sinking myself into her in agonizing relief.
Mikhail
Drumming my fingers against the desk, I check the clock for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Cassandra left a little over an hour ago to head back to school, and the separation is already driving me mad. She’ll only be gone a few hours, just heading back to take her final exam and pick up a few more things from her house, but after having her so close for the past two weeks, her absence feels like a personalized punishment.
I sent Ivan with her since I had a meeting I needed to attend, but now that it’s over, I’m thinking I might drive up to surprise her after her test. I’m so impressed that she’s finished all the classes for her degree, but I’ve always known she was more than capable. I can’t wait to hold and kiss my little business graduate.
I’ve just about made up my mind to leave, grabbing my car keys from my desk drawer, when my phone vibrates with a text.
Unknown:
1 PM. Pacifica Hotel. Meet to discuss negotiations for your unhit arms warehouses. Don’t be late. -C
