I gasped, my cock twitching in my shorts. “I didn’t know you wanted that so bad.”
“Neither did I,” he laughed against my neck.
The elevator dinged, and we both jumped back, then chuckled when the landing was empty. I hurried ahead and waved the key fob in front of the door, then held it open while Cass brought the bags in. The room was one big open space with a big bed against one wall, a couple of burgundy couches set up by a fireplace, and windows that looked out on downtown, towering above the trees.
“It’s perfect,” I said, taking it all in.
I closed my eyes, promising myself I’d remember this weekend, no matter what came ahead for Cass and me.
My eyes popped open when he grabbed my side, then swung me up in the air and tossed us both to the bed. Laughing, I met him in a kiss, and as we rolled around, his hands explored my thighs and teased up under my denim shorts.
“Hold on,” I gasped, pulling my lips away. My cock ached as it strained against my briefs, but I was self-conscious about Cass exploring my ass, something I had barely done myself. “I just want to hop in the shower and wash the road off me.”
Cass arched his brow. “You want a little company?”
I blushed and turned away. “I’m just going to wash up before you go down there,” I muttered.
“Okay. You want a little company?” he repeated.
I buried a laugh as I looked at him. His hair was tossed back, and he had an open, eager look on his face.
Fuck, how could I resist something like that? Anytime I wanted to hide away awkwardly, Cass found a way to pull me back out.
“Okay,” I said, swaying my hips as I started to the bathroom. “Let’s break in this shower.”
A minute later, Cass had me stripped and quivering, hot water blasting me from three showerheads. He kicked his clothes off and joined me. I let him embrace me from behind and wiggled my butt up against his cock, fat and heavy against my cheeks.
“Fuck,” Cass whispered in my ear. He dragged his rough hands across my chest, pawing and pinching at my nipples, and I twitched in his arms. “You want to feel nice and clean for me, babe?”
I twitched again. Just hearing him call me that always sparked my desire. “Uh-huh,” I said, my eyes tight as water landed on my face and dripped down my skin.
Cass grabbed the little bar of soap and tore off the paper, tossing it aside. “I know you taste sweet,” he said, working up a lather in front of me as his cock stiffened against my ass. “Your neck tastes sweet,” he said, then kissed at my neck. “And your mouth tastes sweet,” he said and pulled my face back long enough to hold me in a kiss.
“And this,” he breathed, gripping my hard cock in his palm, then bouncing his fist, slick with lather, “tastes so, so sweet.”
I whimpered and pressed back against him, silent in the steamy shower. Cass pulled his hands back, tracing my hip and leaving my cock hard against my abs. He groped my cheeks and took his time to massage them, then slid his fingers along my crack, soaping me.
His touch warmed my hole, and I felt my muscles tug and clench. I had never been very interested in anal before, but now the good feeling that Cass gave me burned like coals, deep inside of me, and I needed to feel him there.
I jerked my hips back, and Cass’s fingers circled, stroking along my rim. “That’s good,” he said, his fingers spreading my cheeks. “Nice and clean.”
Water sluiced down my back and splashed to the ground, washing the suds away. When Cass dropped to his knees, I fell forward, slapping the tile wall to catch myself. His mouth was only inches from my hole, and I moaned, desperate for him to close that distance.
“I want it,” I whimpered. “Please, Cass.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Cass answered. He pulled my cheeks apart with his hands, and I gasped as he found my rim, circling it with his tongue. The pleasure was immediate. It was wet and hot, firm and soft, all these feelings I couldn’t even process pulsing into me. Cass groaned under his breath as he licked at me and thrust his tongue, pushing until my rim stretched and took him in.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, my face against the tile. My cock was leaking, and I reached down to jerk myself, whining for my release.
Cass’s hand found my wrist. “Not yet,” he growled, then spread my cheeks further and pushed his way into me.
I moaned louder, no longer able to make words. Cass’s tongue stretched me wider, and my hole clenched, trying to pull him in. He was feeling parts of me that I had never felt myself, giving me sensations that were totally new and unexpected. His stubble scraped my tender skin with hot friction, and I pressed my hips back, moaning for more.
Minutes passed, my eyes fluttering as Cass circled my rim and licked my hole. My cock twitched hard, gushing precum, and when I finally couldn’t take it anymore, I gave him what he wanted.
“Please,” I demanded. “Please, Cass, I want to come.”
He squeezed my cheek hard, sending a jolt up my spine, then grabbed my cock. My hole tugged on him so hard, I didn’t even realize I was coming at first. I just felt full of need and want and release, all at once and all coming from Cass. And with his face buried in my ass and his fist around my cock, I sprayed sticky jets of cum, then collapsed against the shower wall, deliriously happy.
