“London,” I blurt without even thinking about it. “We stayed a few extra days and did the entire tourist thing.”
“That sounds pretty cool. I was just on tour in Paris, Amsterdam, Germany, and a few other places a couple months ago. We didn’t make it to London, but now I’m going to have to stop there next year.” When he talks, his chest rumbles against me, and it makes me feel comfortable.
“Wow. I haven’t made it to any of those places, and they’re all on my bucket list. I’m so jealous. Which one was your favorite?” I ask, astonished by his list of tour stops.
“Honestly, I can’t even believe I’m admitting this, but Paris. The Eiffel Tower is iconic. It was the coolest part of the trip.”
We make small talk about places we both want to go and the places we’ve both visited while we finish our popsicles. The bus comes to an all-too-soon stop, and moments later, the engine cuts. Has it really been that long?
Cas plays with my hair between his fingers. “We’re at the hotel. When you’re ready to leave, I’ll get you a ride. But, for now, I hope you’ll stay?”
“And why is it you want me to stay?”
“Because Vivienne, you’re the first person I’ve felt relaxed with in a long time. After we met, I couldn’t let you walk away without getting to know you. And every moment after that I’ve spent thinking about falling asleep with you in my arms.”
Where the fuck is Roxy when I need her? How the hell am I supposed to know if he actually means all this garbage or if he’s just saying it because he wants to hook up? Am I supposed to tell him I’m cool with just hooking up so he stops making this weird?
“I guess that’s a good enough reason,” I answer awkwardly. “What do you want to do?”
Cas sees right through my question. “Oh I have a few ideas, and almost all of them involve you coming on me.”
Thankfully, things are moving in the right direction. Flirty, no-strings-attached sex is something I’m more than ready for.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mr. Rockstar.”
He grins. “I promise I’m going to make you come.”
Before I have a chance to reply, his mouth is on mine. He kisses me softly at first. Our lips collide like a building storm, our passion growing with intensity until I’ve lost all control. My mouth simply opens in surrender as I allow him to conquer me. His hands capture my waist and hoist me so that I’m straddling him.
The leather skirt I’m wearing rides up until I’m sure the bottom of my ass cheeks are hanging out. As if reading my mind, his hands travel over my hips, slide down my thighs, and squeeze the bare skin right below each cheek. I moan into him.
He breaks our kiss. My head spins as he pulls his lips away from mine, lifts his hands behind his head, leans back, and says, “See. I told you I can make you come.”
I blink at him, staring hard in disbelief. He does know that moaning doesn’t equal coming, right? Is he fucking with me? I can’t tell. I make a face, eyeing him wearily. “You didn’t make me come.”
He just smiles and corrects me, “I didn’t make you come…yet. When I do, I’ll make sure my dick is nice and deep inside of you.”
This man is—I don’t know what he is other than addictive. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck a stranger as bad as I do this one. He’s dripping in ink, has an incredible body, is actually kind of normal, which is nice. Um, Cas is also a master of witty banter. Oh and he’s a motherfucking rockstar. If only I had more people to brag to about my sex life besides Roxy.
“You’re speechless—and you haven’t even seen my dick yet. Today’s a great day. If you get on your knees, open that pretty little mouth just a bit wider, and promise not to bite me, maybe I’ll let you see it.” He winks, confidently tracing a fingertip along the inside of my thigh.
I have no words. Cas Wilder is absolutely unhinged in the most sexy and confident way. I almost want to climb on the ground and suck his dick like,yes, Mr. Rockstar, whatever you want, anything for you.To my surprise, I do exactly as he instructed. I drop to my knees, landing on the soft rug, and look up at him obediently.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, all the while watching with a searing gaze.
I smile. It turns out, I might have a bit of a praise kink.
“Do you see the drawer on the coffee table behind you?” he rasps, smugly unfastening his belt. “Open it and pick one. My agent’s a stickler for no babies, but I’m clean.”
I slide the drawer open. Reaching inside, I find more condoms than I’ve ever seen before. Does he really need all these? Do I actually want to do this? Should I suck his dick without protection? But then I remember—fuck it. The plan is a one-night stand, and he can’t be more perfect for the job. I close my eyes, pick one at random, and hand it to him. He places it next to him, setting it aside for later. Clearly he wants to be sucked off raw. Turning his attention back to me, he seamlessly unfastens the button of his jeans and reaches into his pants.
Internally, I’m beginning to panic. I’m about to see Cas Wilder’s dick. What if it’s—my worries are immediately silenced when he wrangles his big, thick cock out of his pants.
Cas smirks. “Don’t worry, I know you can take me. Now part those pretty lips of yours so I can fuck your throat.”
Fuck it. I open my mouth, stare up at him, and anxiously wait for him to bring the tip of his dick close enough. Once he does, I flick my tongue out to run over his sensitive head. He sucks his breath in with a hiss, and I do it again. After a few passes, I do my best to relax my jaw, bringing my lips around him and suck lightly.
Cas moans. “That’s it. Keep going. I need you to take me deeper.”
