“Fuck, Cass,” I whisper.
Without warning, the next thrust he goes all the way in. Giving me exactly what I was asking for. It feels too good.
“Yes, baby,” he grunts, repeating the same motion except now it’s a slow, long stroke as he plows all the way in and then moves almost all the way out.
I’m writhing beneath him, my orgasm so close that I can taste it. Cass keeps the rhythm steady and it’s the perfect combination. I’m about to come so fucking hard.
“Yeah!” he growls. “Are you going to come all over this hard cock?” he asks as he fucks me harder. The closer my orgasm is, the higher I climb in this feeling of euphoria.
“Yes!” I scream, my nails digging into his arm as I shatter around him.
“Harder!” I cry, my pussy clenching harder as he moves even faster.
“Fuck!” he grunts, coming with me. It’s too much. I grip at his arms to pull him closer and he’s gripping my wrists, both of us needing more of the other. He pumps his hips slower and my orgasm is still going. We’re all breath and hands and clammy grips on each other.
Cass collapses on the bed beside me, at some weird angle and we both lie here trying to catch our breath.
“My God, I came so fucking hard,” he huffs, reaching a hand out to rest on my leg. I realize my legs are still trembling, and so does Cass. He smiles wide at me and wriggles his eyebrows.
I’m riding the high of my orgasm and don’t even have it in me to fuss. I just smile and nod as he rises from the bed and heads into the bathroom.
Cass brings in the towel I dried off with last night with the corner of it wet. He shrugs a shoulder. "Best I could do."
"It'll work," I say, taking it from him and swiping it between my legs. I go pee before I brush my teeth and get dressed to face the day.
Opening the door separating the bathroom from the living room area of the RV, I peek out for any unwilling bystanders. Molly and Scott are nowhere to be found, the bed they slept on is folded back into the couch and the blankets and pillows they used are neatly folded and on the back of the couch.
I slowly press open the door of the RV and there are so many people staring up at me. Leo, Carrie, Shorty, Lucy, and another couple that I don't know. He's got red hair and is wearing a Lucifer's Hounds cut-off. His ol' lady is polar opposite. She's got this classy look about her, with a brilliant smile and an innocent demeanor.
"So, you're Cass's ol' lady," he says, loud-capping me as I close the door behind me.
I nod, not ready to speak yet for the day.
"I could tell by the way these lights hanging down from the awning shook." He points up to the lights dangling from the awning and as if to prove his point, the one on the end is still moving ever so slightly, back and forth. My cheeks redden instantly and I laugh with everyone else, hanging my head down. I fix myself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot on the fold out table, in a small Styrofoam cup. The door to the RV opens to my right and Cass walks out.
"Good morning," he says, more chipper than usual first thing in the morning.
He struts proudly to a chair beside new guy.
"Were you trying to break the poor girl in half or just trying to push her through the mattress?" he asks, tapping Cass's arm.
"I was just giving her a littlelovetap, Conner," Cass says, wriggling his brows.
The day is eventful, filled with bike games and some of the most intriguing contests I've witnessed. The one that caught me most by surprise was the 'Biggest Balls' competition in which I discovered what they meant about Elephant Man. His balls weremassiveand honestly, they looked like they hurt. I'm pretty sure he should see a doctor about that.
My eyes witnessed so many new occurrences. Topless women going down waterslides, more saggy titties than I ever cared to see, and so much rolling around naked in the mud. A time was had. We started drinking by mid-day, took a nap, woke up, started drinking again. Now it's almost midnight again and everyone's lining up for the breezy ride.
"Lilly! Come on!" Carrie calls as she climbs onto Leo's bike with nothing on but her boots.
I shake my head. "No ma'am. Not me."
My head is swimming, my buzz a little more than just a buzz. I plop down in one of the folding chairs, spilling some of my drink on my leg. The ice cold liquid makes me jump. Unbeknownst to me, Cass is an onlooker, seeing every move I make. He drops to his knees in front of me and licks the droplets of mixed drink from my thigh.
His tongue is hot on my flesh. His hands slip beneath the confines of the thin material of my shorts. They're soft and pliable and easily moved to one side.
I grip his hair in my hand, stopping him.
"Cass, someone couldsee," I whisper-yell.
