I shove her panties back in my mouth eagerly and wait for her to lock the door. When she turns around, I’m waiting for her. She slams into my hard, muscular chest, and I wrap my arms around her. One of her hands finds the outline of my cock and begins tracing it. I slide my hand beneath her shirt, unclasping her bra with one hand. In a flash, she’s topless.
We move as one. I’m fast, and she’s light as a feather as I press her into the wall. Vivienne wraps her legs around my waist, grinding against me. She plucks the panties from my mouth as she tilts her head back with a moan. My hands cup her breasts while my fingers tease her peaked nipples. My moan chases hers.
Our lips find each other in the tangle of body parts, and once they connect, the chaos settles— but only for a few moments. I’m overcome with need as I carry her up the stairs toward her bedroom. I hope she doesn’t notice the ease with which I navigate.
When we reach the top step, I set her down, peeling her shorts from her body so she’s naked and on full display in front of me. My eyes hold hers. “I can’t wait to trace these sexy little tan lines and taste that sweet cunt of yours on my tongue.”
Her legs squeeze together, but I rip them open, revealing her bare pussy. My mouth waters at the sight of her. Gently, I run my finger over her slick skin, teasing her clit and dipping a knuckleinside to stretch her out. She whimpers, as my tongue finds her nipple, sucking it and flicking over it as I slip one finger inside of her. She clenches around it desperately while I lick over the tan lines that drift across the swell of her breasts.
Vivienne groans, bucking against me, seeking out more. I press her down so she’s laying on the landing at the top of the stairs and place her feet on the edge of the steps. Dropping to the stair below her, I move in slowly, dragging my tongue over her bikini line—lower and lower—until she’s panting hard in anticipation.
My tongue flicks over her clit, lightly at first, then more aggressively, until I’m sucking her between my teeth to run my tongue right over the bundle of nerves. It sends her over the edge. The orgasm hits hard and fast. As it does, I spear her with my tongue, sucking and swirling until she squirts into my mouth, drenching my face in her cum. I moan into her, devouring it even more intensely, as she winds back up, then comes again. I pull away, and my pants are soaked from both of us. Vivienne is a spent mess as she catches her breath.
“Crawl to your room, little muse,” I instruct. “I want to watch that perfect pink pussy.” I need to be inside her.
She hesitates, then rolls, crawling slow and sexy to her bedroom. I stand, following her the rest of the way. She stops at her open door, looking over her shoulder and waiting for me to follow her.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Now I want you to stand up slowly. Whatever you do, don’t run.” My voice is low and dangerous. “I’d hate to have to chase you into the bedroom and lock the door.”
She catches my hint, jumping from the doorway and swiftly moving inside. She pretends to try and close the door on me, which earns an out-of-character chuckle.
“Did you really think you could escape me, Vivienne?” I snarl, closing the door and locking it.
I pin her with my eyes, backing my little victim into the bed. When her legs are flush against it, I shove her down onto it…at last.
Chapter eighteen
My body falls against the mattress. I stare up at the masked man looking down at me, and the world slows. A soft pause that I allow myself to linger in. I study his hard jaw, and the way I can still see his eyes through the holes in his mask. I trace the curve of his full lips, thinking about what it might feel like if he were to move here. We’d be closer and able to spend more time together. We’d definitely be able to do more of this. I suck my bottom lip in, imagining this god of a man in the bedroom playing out all my fantasies. Is this the universe apologizing for the absolute loser I just wasted years of my life with? In retrospect, I convinced myself I was setting him up to fail, but I think subconsciously I was handing him an opportunity to succeed.
He’s used to the masked man persona, which truly makes this fantasy come alive. With Cas behind the mask, it makes it easier to let go. I feel safe enough to embrace the moment. I sneak another peek at him, only to find he’s still intently watching me—measuring my reactions, calculating his next move. The frozen ice wall protecting my heart bursts, shattering to let a new surge of emotions back in. They ground me deeper in the moment, anchoring their roots and making space for something new to grow.
His fingers trail lightly up my thighs, deepening the trance-like state I’ve entered, pulling me back into the moment. Every touch ignites a fire, which slowly builds in intensity. When I look up at him through my lashes, I allow my gaze to linger once more. My body bends to him, reacting to his every touch. He watches me with such intensity while his hands confidently explore. He doesn’t need to see where they’re going; he simply moves. He commands and dominates, as if it’s second nature. There’s nothing for me to overanalyze or study, because Cas controls it all.
His hands glide intentionally over my breasts, kneading them gently, playing with the weight of them as he controls the pace. I try to relax my body and slow my breathing, savoring each drawn-out touch. I close my eyes, arching against him as his thumb and finger close around my nipples, applying light pressure.
“Eyes on me, Vivienne. I want to watch you fall apart.” His voice rumbles, deep and gravelly from his chest.
In one smooth motion, he drops his pants, then rips off his shirt. Cas Wilder is standing in my bedroom, about ready to fuck me in nothing but his black boxer briefs, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m unintentionally falling for him—and I don’t know how to stop.
All I wanted was to be a free spirit. This was never supposed to happen. I was only looking for a one-and-done hookup. A chance to see where life takes me instead of allowing relationship drama to hold me back. Except he’s not like that. He seems genuinely supportive of my career.
A groan pulls me back to Cas as his fingers continue to play. He drives me mad with desire, until my nipples are nothing but hard peaks, desperate for his attention. His fingers abandon my breasts to slide lower down my stomach. Tracing my tan lines, he draws out each stroke.
More. I need more. I moan, craving his touch. I want him to touch me—to make me come undone. His hands dip between my legs, and when I cry out with desire, he laughs. A satisfied chuckle, like he’s amused with himself.
I’m about to turn his world upside down. We’ve drawn this out all night, and I’m ready for him to be inside me. I want to ride his massive cock until I can’t come anymore and my body gives out. I move quickly, rolling out of his reach, shoving my pillows to the floor, then crawling to the headboard. Leaning back on my shins with my legs spread, I toss him a look over my shoulder.
Cas rips his boxers to the ground, stepping out of them so he can climb in behind me. I throw my head back, allowing my long hair to slide down my back. Right on cue, he grips it. His fingers curl in at the magical spot that makes my toes curl. I reach for the headboard, gripping it firmly. Cas places one hand next to mine, and I can finally feel the heat radiating from his body.
His dick slides across my pussy, teasing me still—knowing he controls the pace.
“Please,” I gasp.
He holds his fingers to his lips. “Shhhhhh.”
My pussy clenches, and I come. I try to hold it in, but fail. It leaks out—and boy, does Cas notice.
He scoffs, delightfully. “Is my little victim a dirty girl who likes to be naughty?”
