Lifting herself up, Cass placed wet kisses along the column of my throat before nibbling my earlobe. “Yeah, but the ones upstairs are in red and white,” she taunted before capturing my lips in a kiss hot enough to make my balls draw up.
Just when I thought I was in charge and the one calling the shots, the towel that’d been wrapped around my waist was flung across the room, and Cass’s hand wrapped around my aching cock. A strangled moan was torn from the back of my throat as my hips pushed forward into her hand.
After a minute in pure heaven, Cass’s tongue tangling with mine while she stroked me root to tip, her long nails scratching across my balls, I pulled back and took my desperate cock from her grip.
“Sweetheart, you gotta stop or this will be over before we have any real fun,” I promised as I slid down the bed and took hold of the tiny strings either side of her hips, pushing my thumb through the flimsy material feeling them disintegrate.
“We’ve had fun for months, Hayden. The time’s come for you to fuck me.”
“Is that right?”
“Absolutely. Now, if you don’t want to put your money where your mouth is…”
She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence because I gave her exactly what she wanted. My mouth, right where we’d both been dreaming about it for weeks.
4
CASSIDY
I was lyingin Hayden’s arms refusing to look at the clock. Time would be up soon enough and I’d have to get up and go back out in the real world. But reality was on the other side of the door and right now, I was quite satisfied exactly where I was.
Hayden had done exactly what I’d demanded. He’d put his mouth everywhere and only after he’d coaxed the third or maybe it was the fourth orgasm from me, did he finally slide home. My legs still felt like jelly and I was wondering how I was supposed to strut around the stage tonight in heels without my legs going out from under me. But that was future Cassidy’s problem. Right now, I had something more important on my mind.
Looking up at Hayden, my heart skipped a beat. I’d been trying to hold back and not fall too fast, but he was making it hard. Like really, really hard. Spending two months apart wasn’t the most traditional way to start something, but somehow it was working for us. By taking the physical off the table, something we hadn’t managed to do simply because we hadn’t been in the same zip code long enough we’d been forced to get to know each other. And what I knew about Hayden, I really liked. He was genuinely a good guy. It wasn’t some kind of act, it was who he was. All he knew how to be. And why he was putting up with my crazy schedule and last minute cancellations, I had no idea.
With his eyes closed, he snoozed contently. With a proud smile on his lips, the sight of Hayden’s stubble-covered jaw had me rubbing my thighs together. How I still wanted more I didn’t understand. Even more scarily though, I wondered how I was supposed to give him up. We only had two days. Two nights before he had to fly back to Chicago and I moved on to the next city. Growing up, I thought this was the life I wanted. I was going to write songs and people were going to hear me sing. I just never thought about all the logistics. I guess nobody ever did. Now I was living my dream. The only issue was, I was starting to wonder if this was what I really wanted.
Sliding down his body, I noticed the scar on his chest and traced my finger over it wondering how it got there and hoping it hadn’t hurt. Loving the taste of the sweat on his skin, I continued moving down, dragging the sheet lower and lower until his long, delicious cock was exposed. He was long and thick and I was dying for a taste.
Shifting down the bed, I wrapped my hand around his half-hard shaft licking my lips.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled as his head rolled to the other side.
Hayden wasn’t what you’d call a pretty boy. Actually there wasn’t much that was pretty about him, but he was all man. He had broad shoulders—some days when I spoke to him, it sounded like he was carrying the weight of the world on them. His chest was matted with dark black hair that I’d spent the last half hour dragging my fingers through and led down to his flat stomach. He didn’t have the male model six-pack abs, but he was flat and firm with a happy trail that led to the promised land.
Bending my head down I licked across his crown, feeling the throb as his cock came back to life. I already knew all the pleasure it could bring me. It could curl my toes, make me fist the sheets, and have me screaming Hayden’s name as the bed head banged against the wall. Now it was my turn.
Grabbing my lipstick from where it’d fallen on the floor, I stained my lips darkly. This time I wasn’t putting it on in hopes it’d last. In fact it was the exact opposite. I was betting on it coming off. The way Hayden’s eyes had narrowed at the thought alone had me wanting to give it to him.
With my lips painted, I focused on the dick in front of me and got to work. Wrapping my lips around him, I sucked Hayden into my mouth, closing my eyes at the taste. Keeping slow and steady, I worked him up and down, trailing my tongue along the vein on the underside of his impressive cock.
Slowly but surely, Hayden started to wake.
Focused on the task at hand I licked and sucked and slurped, using my hand to fondle his balls.
“Oh my God, Cass… don’t stop,” Hayden begged as he came to. “Please don’t stop.”
The taste of precum on my tongue spurred me on, and when he started lifting his hips, his fingers reaching down and cupping my cheek, I wanted nothing more than to watch him come undone.
Squeezing his balls, Hayden moaned, completely uninhibited.
When I pulled off with a pop, his dick was shiny with my saliva and an unmistakable red ring halfway along his now rigid cock.
“Ride me,” he ground out as he bent forward and dragged me up his body by my underarms.
When I was hovering just above him, his cock’s angry purple head looked desperate for release. When Hayden flicked my needy clit, I was propelled into action. Lifting up I reached down and took hold of his cock, loving the feel of his velvety smooth skin over a hard steel rod, before lining it up and sinking down slowly.
“Oh fuck me,” I moaned as he bottomed out, taking a moment to adjust to his size.
