CASSIDY
He’s testing me.
Again.
I can’t say I’m necessarily surprised, but I am a bit thrown off that he’s testing me so soon, and in such a public manner.
What does surprise me is that I’m not completely against the idea. Typically, if a man had tried to test me in such a way I would’ve put a stop to it immediately. But not this time. Nope. This time my insides clench, my heart rate accelerates, and my pussy thrums to life.
It’s not my fault this man is completely loathsome and also entirely hot. Which makes me want to hate him even more because if I’m going to hate someone, I prefer my hatred not to be confused by the constant urge to mount him.
He’s staring at me openly, his smug expression gleeful. Part of me wants to tell him to go fuck himself, but the competitive part of me wants to show him that I’m not scared to meet him head-on.
Slowly, I rise from the chair, pushing it back as I stand. Resting my hands on the table, I lean forward, grateful I wore a low-cut blouse that will allow him a good look at my cleavage.
“So, that’s it then?” I ask, wanting to have a clear understanding of what it is he wants from me before deciding on exactly how I want to proceed. “You wanna fuck me right here?”
His head turns side-to-side, slowly, his smirk growing as he responds, “No.”
“No?” I parrot, confusion in my tone, and he shakes his head again, so I add, “Then what the hell do you want?”
“I wantyouto fuckme.”
My eyes widen, my breath catches in my throat, my legs squeeze together as the throbbing between my legs intensifies. He cocks his head at me, eyebrows raised as he waits for me to make a decision.
Sighing, I contemplate my next move, knowing this may set the tone for the entirety of our agreement. Not wanting to give myself any room to chicken out, I lean closer, raising a knee and boosting myself onto the table, a thrill rushing over me as some of that smugness leaves his face.
I crawl across the short expanse, my eyes locked with his as I scoot around, sitting on the edge of the table. He doesn’t hesitate, immediately sliding his chair close so he’s inserted himself between the splay of my legs.
His hands come up, hovering on the outside of my thighs, his expression questioning until I scoot closer. Taking my movement for the green light it clearly is, he moves his hands beneath my skirt, the upward slide of his hands on my skin moving the skirt up and out of the way.
My hands slide lazily up his arms, my fingertips digging into his muscular shoulders. My head falls forward, and I don’t bother pretending I’m not scenting him, wanting the moment to completely overwhelm me.
“What’s it gonna be, Cass,” he drawls lazily. “You gonna give me a taste of that pure unadulterated animalistic fucking,” he pauses, his thumbs caressing the bare skin of my hips, his lips just brushing against my earlobe. “Or are you gonna say red?”
That motherfucker.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I yank, a thrill running down my spine as his head comes back with a grunt of pain. Once again, I lock eyes with him, then lean forward, my tongue and lips nibbling a trail across his cheek to his ear. “Shut your fucking mouth.”
His body shudders, but he doesn’t say anything. I pull back, watching his face for a moment as I come to a decision on what I want to do.
Give as good as I get.
Take as good as I give.
Shoving him away, I press my palms on the table behind me, a foot lifting to rest on the arm of the chair beside him. For a moment he remains frozen, my sudden change of position obviously throwing him off. Then his gaze flits from my face to my crotch and back to my face, his head cocked to the side, nostrils flaring.
Smiling saucily, I whisper, “I’ll fuck you after you get me good and wet for you.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s yanking me forward. Losing my balance, I fall back onto my elbows, the sudden stretch of my thighs only adding to the sexual tension brewing inside me. Ren places one hand on my inner thigh, his other hand yanking my underwear to the side, making room for his hot, wet tongue and seeking lips.
Giving up any semblance of playing hard to get, I sprawl onto my back, my hands moving to his hair, my head lifting as I urge him to mouth fuck me into oblivion. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right there. Don’t stop.”
His hand on my underwear twists, his finger plunging inside me, first one, then two, scissoring in short pulses as his tongue and teeth and lips work my clit savagely.
His other hand moves from my thigh, and I feel the shake of his lower body as he works to free his dick from his pants while pushing me toward orgasm. He strokes himself, his groan of pleasure a sweet vibration on my heated flesh that has me moaning loudly.
I release his head, place my hands behind my knees, then spread myself wide-open for him. My body tightens, the tension in my lower belly from my awkward position intensifying the coalescing sensations from his mouth and fingers.
