Accounting for Lust (11 page)

Cassie left the door to her room open while she leisurely took off her clothes, revelling in the sliding of the fabric against her skin. Without closing the bathroom door, she turned on the spray in the shower and stepped inside.

Slowly
she lathered
her body with fragrant soap
.
It had been such a long time since she felt so feminine, so truly desirable. Who was she kidding? She’d never felt like this. Never experienced the hot, lusty wantonness of being sexy. Of wanting to share her body with someone, of having him do whatever he pleased.

And that’s exactly what she wanted from Jake tonight. He had to use her as he pleased and make her forget everything that happened over the past couple of days.
No holes barred, uncomplicated, fulfilling sex. And she meant to have it.
She’d prepared for it.

Jake didn’t join her in the shower as she’d hoped, so Cassie donned a pink lace teddy with a thong and covered herself with the wrap she bought with the set. The wrap
covered very little
, but it did hide some of the most vital parts, leaving just a
teensy bit
to
the
imagination.

Her stomach growled as the smell of fried onions drifted from the kitchen.
Sate the hunger first and then the lust. But she
will
be sated.
Once the
y caught the
culprit , there would be no reason for Jake to remain at her apartment. They may have very little time left together and she inten
ded
to
use every minute
.

Cassie
sauntered into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. A bottle of white wine peeked out from behind the salad dressings and she took two glasses from the shel
f
.

“Care for some wine.” Jake turned to face her and snapped his mouth shut. Cassie hid a grin.
Up boy. By the end of the night she’ll have him where she wanted
.

“No
,
thank you. I’m working. Remember?”

She ignored the short rebuff, poured herself a glass of the chilled liquid and peeked over his shoulder. “What are you cooking? It smells delicious.”
Almost
as
good as him
. He’d also showered and changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. The musk of his aftershave competed with the fried onions in the saucepan.

Jake
put some distance between them
before vigorously stirring the contents of the pan. “Chicken
-
al
-
a
-
King.” Did she imagine it or was his voice just a little too restrained. Time to up the game.

She rubbed his arm absently and read the instructions on the packet of sauce lying next to the hob. Jake’s breath hisse
d out, but he stood his ground.
A muscle jumped in his jaw.

“Cassie
…
” A warning. She ignored him.

“Mmm?”

“Move
. Now.”

“No.”

He stared at her and
heart missed a beat at the savage light
in his eyes
.
She might just have wished for something she couldn’t handle. She might have awoken the beast in him. Their eyes held as he turned
off
the stove. Cassie’s pulse beat in her throat
and she swallowed audibly
. Her hands shook and her pussy moistened in anticipation.

He lead her out of the kitchen into the living room. When he
lowered
her to her knees on the carpet, she
stroked
his hips, his legs, taking care only to skim the hardness of his cock bulging against the shorts.
At his knees
,
she replaced her hands with her tongue, teasing the hair on his inner thigh before
tugging the short
s
off
.

She wet her lips and slowly licked his left ball. Moving it with her tongue while his cock
tangled in
her hair. His legs wobbled and he straightened. She lapped and lavished both swollen testicles before taking first one and then the other into her mouth.
Jake groaned.

A vein throbbed at the base of his shaft and she followed it with her tongue, inhaling the aroused male scent of him. At the tip, she ran her tongue over the small slit, tasting the saltiness of his arousal before she took him in her mouth. He buried his hand in her hair, slightly pulling before pushing into her mouth. She took him as far as she could before slowly easing off. Flicking her tongue over the sensitized tip before taking him in again
and again
.

“Enough
,
”
he panted before roughly lifting her off the floor and depositing her on the couch. Their mouths met in a frenzy of desire and his tongue speared into her mouth, imitating the sexual act on their minds. She writhed under his hands as he deftly removed her wrap and thong and
spread her legs wide.

“You’re gorgeous.” His husky voice sent shivers down her spine.

He softly kneaded the swollen lips, teasing them apart, opening her to his touch. His finger traced a path of fire from her enlarged clit,
along
the moist slit, ending at the tight ring of her anus.
H
e gently probed her most intimate orifice and a tremor ran through her all the way to her toes.

With his free hand
,
he explored her clit
before lowering his mouth
. Lapping and sucking until the knob was tight with desire. She gasped as he slid two fingers into her opening, moistening it further. He withdrew and she
complained
.

“Patience
, no need to hurry.”

He didn’t understand. She wanted him now, all of him, but he
refused to
comply. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked her body as he slowly slipped a finger into each of her openings. She bucked against his hand, begging for more. Begging for him to stop
the torture
. Deftly adjusting the rhythm of his hand, he brought her to the brink of release before easing off to fondle her breasts.

Cassie panted with pent up need. She reached for him, but he evaded her hands. Lavishing her impossibly sensitive
clit
with his tongue. Driving her wild. Once again he denied her release and captured her lips in a rough kiss. He tasted of mint and her. She could smell her need on him
- h
er shameless wantonness.

He kissed
and lapp
ed
the sensitive spots on her neck
,
spent some time on her breasts and she
shifted
her hips towards him as he took one after the other peak into his mouth. Kneading her firm flesh with his fingers, feeding it into his mouth.

Gasping for breath she writhed beneath him as his mouth tailed a path of fire
from
her stomach to her navel, his hands cupping her hips.
H
e found her clit with his tongue
and she clamped her thighs together
.
He gently probed them apart.
Already sensitized, every lash of his tongue
electrified
her body, causing her to tremble and her legs to shake. He drank from her moist opening, pushing his tongue inside, mimicking the action of his cock she craved.

“
I want you on your knees on the couch.” She obliged while excitement buzzed through her veins. He pulled her ass into the air and spread her legs further apart, exposing her openings to him. Spreading the cheeks of her bum, he slowly ran a finger from her clit all the way along the slit, popping a finger inside her pussy. 

He rubbed the tight ring of her anus, applying various degrees of pressure
.
When his tongue lapped at the sensitive part between the openings,
her breath hitched
. His tongue flicked over her anus and Cassie’s hands whitened where she gripped the couch. Her pussy throbbed, the ache for his possession almost unbearable.

Gently he stretched the tight ring a little while lapping her juices, drinking his fill from her. When he rubbed her nub again she couldn’t stand it. She needed him now.

“Please . . .”

T
he crown of his cock hovered at her pussy. She lifted towards him, but he kept his distance
,
holding
still
until she moved impatiently against him, before he sheathed himself fully. Her muscles
stretched
to accommodate his full length. When she thought she couldn’t take any more of him, he
went
even deeper and sensation so strong it bordered on pain, rippled through Cassie.

H
e withdrew until only the crown remained. Then he inserted his thumb into her anus and Cassie fought for breath. Slowly he pumped into her, increasing the rhythm fractionally with each trust.
Her muscles contracted and Cassie shouted his name before she collapsed in blissful release.

But Jake didn’t intend to give her respite. He withdrew slowly and rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, spreading the moisture released by her pussy to her anus. She felt the hard pressure of his cock at the tight opening, stretching, pushing. Tremors shook her body as he slipped his cock inside, holding still until she rocked against his pelvis, his balls stroking her pussy.

Controlling his thrusts, Jake hugged her to him and fondled her nub
until
Cassie forgot who she was and why Jake was there. The only thing that mattered was him pounding her ass and the peak of ecstasy rattling through her senses. Their bodies slick with sweat, Jake
thrust deep into her
and with a groan released his warmth into her. Her body hugged him close while he increased the rubbing of her clit.

Abandoning common sense Cassie yelled in release. Jake pulled her shuddering body onto his lap as he collapsed on the couch
.
H
ugging her close while he stroked her hair as she listened to the
rhythm
of his heart return to normal.
Her eyes drifted shut with his now spent organ still inside her.

The smell of chicken cooking woke Cassie from her slumber. She lay sprawled on the couch with her teddy, thong and wrap draped over one of the chairs.
Jake had switched off the lamp in the lounge and she marvelled in the protection the darkness gave.
Behind the counter, Jake stirred the contents of a
saucepan
while softly humming to himself.
Another pot cooked merrily on the backburner and Jake took the overflowing salad bowl from the counter to pop it in the fridge.
Against the wall the clock showed the time and Cassie screwed her eyes to make sure she saw the time correctly. One
o’clock
in the morning and her bodyguard stood in front of the stove, preparing dinner. A very late dinner.

For the first time in months, Cassie felt safe. The
domestic
scene in the kitchen contradicted the reality of her life during the past year.
Who was she kidding? She hadn’t lived in the last year. She survived. By
ignoring
all personal needs and feeling
s
, she managed to function in a world so alien to her it might have been on another planet.
What choice did she have?

“Come on sleepyhead. Get dressed I’m famished.”

Cassie jumped at the sound of Jake’s deep voice in the silence. How did he know she was awake? For a moment
,
she considered faking sleep just to keep watching him.

“I know you’re awake. Your breathing changed. So move your pretty ass and get over here.”

She muttered under
her
breath, but stretched her limbs,
enjoying t
he tenderness of her body before she swung her feet over the edge of the couch. Donning only the wrap, she ambled barefoot towards the kitchen.

“Mmm, it smells nice.” Her stomach chose that precise moment to grumble and both burst out laughing.

“I guess my body agrees.”

They carried the food to the terrace of the apartment where Jake lit a small kerosene lamp in the middle of the table.
T
he lights of the city blinked and the sound of inebriated patrons of the pub down the road drifted on the slight breeze.

Cassie bit into the chicken and closed her eyes as the taste of homemade cooking assaulted her senses. “This is very good. Where did you learn to cook?”

“I had to fend for myself since my dad forced me out of the house at eighteen.”