I bite my lip. Stroking my length faster, and I grip a bit tighter.
Her lips are there, kissing the tip. Her tongue laps out to taste the small pool of precum that’s gathered at the tip. She licks up and down my cock, slowly at first. Then she wraps those beautiful plump lips around the tip and swallows my cock to the back of her throat. I bottom out, my balls slap against her chin.
I pick up the speed stroking my dick, fantasizing that I am fucking her throat.
She’s practically choking on it as she bobs her head up and down. I run my fingers through her hair, gripping at the scalp, and thrust harder and harder into her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine. Yes, Cassie, just like that. Such a good girl.
I pump my fist a few more times than picture shooting my load down her throat.
Watching her lick her lips and swallow every bit of me. Such a good girl. My good girl.
Mine?
The feeling of insane pleasure and an equal amount of shame wash over me at once. That was one of the best orgasms I have had in a long time, but it was from picturing me face fucking mybest friend. The one who literally is down the hall from me. What is wrong with me?
I finish washing up, hoping to wash off some of this shame I can’t shake. I grab a towel from the linen closet. The stale scent hits my nose. Eww.
"5 more minutes than I’m all yours," I shout.
"No rush, I’m just chillin'." She shouts back.
I realize my bags are still in the hallway. Shit. I wrap the towel around my hips and walk down the hall to the pile of bags. Her eyes take in every inch of exposed skin, pausing at the new dragon tattoo on my ribs. She licks, then bites her lower lip. Damn that habit of hers.
"Take a pic. It’ll last longer." I laugh at her. Her face turns a bright shade of crimson.
"That pic would break my phone. Now get your ass ready; we are going to be late." She quips back.
I can tell she is affected by me. Her face is red, she was biting her lip, and she is clenching her thighs together. I chuckle and shake my head as I grab my bag of clean clothes and turn back toward the bedroom.
7. Cassie
Iam trying to distract myself, but I can’t stop thinking of his half-naked body. His body looks like he was sculpted from granite now. And now he is in his bathroom, fully naked. I don’t even get a chance to try to block out the image of him lathering his body up with soap. Lucian comes sauntering out, barely covering himself with a towel. It hangs loosely on his hips. Holy fuck, when did he get abs? He has a tattoo now. A dragon across his ribcage. It’s fantastic to see all the details in it.
"Take a picture, it’ll last longer." Shit, he noticed. I can feel my face burning from embarrassment. No, it’s more like it’s flushed from being turned on.
"That pic would break my phone. Now get your ass ready; we are going to be late." I banter back. This only causes him to laugh more. I feel like an idiot.
He heads back to his bedroom with a smirk. He better hurry his ass up. We have a reservation at the new D&D themed bar downtown. It’s called Nat20. It’s so nerdy and entirely up our alley. I have been waiting for this place to open for so long, and it finally opened three weeks ago, but I couldn’t go without Lucian.
I walk over to the foyer to grab my shoes when a strong hand grabs my hip and spins me around, pulling me against him.
“What the fuck.” I yelp.
"Aww, what’s wrong? Did I scare you?" I swear he lives to mess with me.
"No. Just disrupted my train of thought." I playfully swat at him, and he lets me go.
He looks good. Real good. He ditched his travel clothes for dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs just right. And a jet-black V-neck that shows a few tufts of his dark chest hair poking up. He even styled his hair. Who is this man? The old Lucian would have thrown on jeans and a band T. And "brushing" his hair equated to running his fingers through it before running out the door. He is even wearing cologne. What the fuck.
"Well, don’t you look dashing?" I joke.
“Well, I got to look my best for you. Now let’s go! You still have a copy of my house key, right? So, I can leave my keys here.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say while I lace up my sneakers. Giving him a salute and a cute smirk.
His eyes shoot up to mine. There’s that heated look again. He holds my gaze for a few more moments before biting his lower lip and looking away. This night is going to be great. Hell, this whole week will be. I saved my vacation time and took off until Monday. My boss was pissed, but oh well. Off we go. Just me and my bestie. My unbelievably delicious-looking and highly off-limits bestie.
8. Lucian
