Cassidy stares at me for a moment then uncrosses her legs, her hands moving to bunch her skirt up as her knees part a few inches, giving me the narrowest of glimpses. She raises her brows, cocking her head rather haughtily, so I say, “Wider.”
She licks her lips, nostrils flare. “Make me.”
My breath stops. My heart stutters. “Excuse me?”
Her lips curve up, her chin lifts. “You heard me.”
“I don’t think I did,” I respond, my voice hoarse. “Maybe you should repeat it.”
She leans back. “Make.” Her hips slide forward, her knees now touching, completely blocking my view. “Me.”
Not waiting for further challenge, I’m off my seat and across the narrow aisle in a heartbeat. Grabbing behind her knees, I yank her forward, using the moment of surprise to spread her legs wide. Her hands move to either side of her, bracing herself where her ass is now hanging almost entirely off the seat.
Her skirt pools over her waist, leaving her bare pussy open for my greedy gaze. Pushing her knees back, her ass lifts, my head lowers, my tongue licking a line from her asshole to her clit. A low moan falls from her lips, a quick glance upward revealing her half-closed eyes watching me intently.
Gently biting along her pussy lips, I intentionally avoid her clit, enjoying the heightened frustration in response, her hips rotating in my hold. “Patience, princess,” I respond, my lips hovering over her glistening skin, “Punishment first.”
She sobs, attempts to close her legs around my head. Twisting, I manage to thwart her attempt with my shoulders, pushing her back and to the side so she has less room to maneuver.
I tease her relentlessly, my lips and tongue and teeth ravishing her before sliding one finger into her dripping cunt. Her inner muscles clench, so I pull back then insert two, pull back again, this time pushing in with three, stretching her.
She gasps a curse, her hands move so she’s gripping my head, her fingers yanking my hair. Bracing myself, I ignore the wince of pain, not allowing her to force me where she wants me. “Tell me,” I drawl, impressed I’m able to speak at all for the desire burgeoning inside me. “Beg me.”
Her eyes narrow, her hands tighten at the back of my head, her lips curl even as she pants with need. I wait, daring her tobeg at the same time I dare her to drag this out even longer. Then she whispers, “Please,” a long, drawn-out whine, “Please.”
“Please what?”
I’m pushing my luck now, but I can’t help myself. I want her to submit to me, but not more than I want her to constantly challenge me. I want her to give me everything while also taking my very soul in exchange.
Because I fear that’s exactly what she’s going to do.
“Ren?” her sharp voice startles me. “Are you okay?”
I blink, realizing my moment of revelation had me zoned out of the moment. Kneeling between her spread legs, three fingers deep in her pussy, having a sentimental inner monologue with myself.
For fuck’s sake.
Our gazes lock. I’m not sure what she sees in mine, but her expression softens slightly. Unsure what to say, I don’t bother saying anything, instead opting to lower my head and get back to business.
Suddenly, her hands release my hair, and she’s shoving me backward. “What are you doing?”
“Taking what I want,” she breathes, shoving more forcefully. My back comes in contact with the seat, and I quickly adjust my legs, so I’m kneeling not quite so awkwardly in the tight space, thankful for my extensive mobility from decades of playing hockey.
She makes quick work of my belt; her fingers unbuttoning and unzipping my trousers, yanking at my underwear until she’s squeezing my hard dick. My breath catches in my throat, my hips flexing in response to her tight hold.
Then she’s bending down, her hot breath painting the tip of my dick right before her tongue licks a line along my shaft. She takes me deep, sucking hard and then easing off as she pulls back, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake.
Her free hand moves to the seat, bracing herself as she climbs on top of me. Gripping her waist, I steady her, watching her face as she rubs the tip of my cock against her wet hole, then sinks down, slowly.
Ignoring the burn in my thighs, I push my hips upward, my grip on her pulling her downward until her hot pussy is full of my cock. She rotates her hips, grinding and rocking, her head tipped back slightly, eyes closed in concentration.
Her lips part, a low moan escaping as her tongue wets them, sending a zap of electricity from my balls to my cock. She rocks faster, grinds methodically, finding a rhythm that has her panting, but soon, her brow furrows. Groaning, she shakes her head, a frustrated whimper escaping.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, pumping into her. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”
She wedges her hand between us, the rhythmic press of her fingers rubbing her clit pushing me closer to the edge. She grunts with effort, obviously close, needy and desperate for release.
“You want my come, don’t you,” I grit out, slowing my pace, ensuring the rut of my cock hits her just right with each inward push.
