ChasingCassie (9 page)

Using his fingers, he opened her, blowing lightly on her
clit. Cassie fell back against the wall, moaning.

“You’re gorgeous. You know how attractive I find you, don’t
you?” He leaned in and licked her folds delicately with the tip of his tongue,
sweeping slowly up and down.

He stood and dragged her off the counter, sliding her down
his smooth, taut body. She stared up into his gaze, amazed at the dark, deep
sensuality she saw there. She placed her arms around his neck and let him carry
her into the shower.

As he washed her shoulders, the sight of his chest became
too tempting. Leaning in, she licked his nipples. She felt hungry, needy.

“I’m trying to get us clean.”

“I’m not stopping you,” she murmured, kissing her way from
one shoulder to the other, across a strong chest then down his stomach. She
knelt on the bottom of the shower and gazed at his erect cock. Grasping the
base, she gave his shaft one long, slow lick.

“Turnabout is fair play, after all.” She gazed up at him. He
was leaning back against the shower wall, his hands clenched as he stared down
at her, his gaze filled with wicked demand. She slapped away the hands that
reached down to grab her.

“Uh-uh, I’m not finished. Pass me the soap.”

He handed her the soap and she began washing his legs,
moving up taut calves to his strong thighs. When she reached his groin he
parted his legs. She took her time washing his balls, playing with him lightly.

“You’re killing me,” he protested as she moved up to his
flat stomach.

“What do you mean?” She stood and slid her soapy hands up
his arms, over wide, broad shoulders and then down to his chest, running her
thumbs over his nipples.

“Babe.” He grabbed her thumbs, stilling them.

“Just making sure they’re clean.” She gave him an innocent
look, which he met with a glare.

“Turn,” she demanded.

He turned.

“Spread your legs more.”

He moved his feet apart.

“Yum, I like it when you’re so obedient.”

He growled and she grinned. She slid her hands down his
powerful back as she knelt once more. Reaching around his front, she grabbed
his cock, pumping it in her hand as she ran her mouth over his buttocks, biting
then sucking.

“Turn back around.” Her voice was more a husky plea than a
demand. He turned and she gazed up at him. Water hit her face before he moved
the showerhead, directing the flow elsewhere.

“I’m about to damn well explode.” His breathing had become
harsh, his voice rough with arousal.

“Poor Jay, I thought that was the idea. For you to explode?”
Before he could grumble at her further, she reached forward and took the head
of his cock into her mouth. He slid in deep and she began to suck firmly,
moving up and down his shaft with long, swift movements.

His hands clasped her face but he let her set the pace. She
moved harder, faster until he gave a shout and thrust deep, his essence hitting
the back of her throat. When he was spent, she drew back, licking every inch of
him.

Jay pulled her to her feet. Grabbing her shower gel, he
squirted some onto his hands before washing every inch of her body with firm
strokes. He turned her around and ran his hands down her back, massaging her
bottom then moving down her long legs.

Working his way back up, he lifted her leg, placing her foot
on the built-in bench. He soaped her stomach, running one hand down between her
folds, cleaning her thoroughly, driving her mad with his soft, sweeping
touches. Pressure built in her body, so strong and violent she thought she’d
explode if she didn’t find some relief soon.

When he pulled his hand away, she was hot and pulsing.

“Jay,” she wailed.

“What?” he teased. “I’m cleaning you.”

He moved his hands to her breasts and dropped his mouth,
sucking on first one nipple before moving to the other. Then he stepped back
and directed the spray over both of them, rinsing them clean.

He turned the water off and held out a hand. “Come.”

Body trembling with desire, she took his hand, letting him
tug her out of the shower. Grabbing a fluffy towel, he dried them both. Each
swipe of the towel over her sensitive nipples, her needy pussy, was its own
sort of erotic torture.

“Jay, please.” She didn’t care that she was begging, didn’t
care about anything but the pleasure.

“Shh.” He placed a finger over her lips. “Lean back against
the counter.” She peered behind her and braced her bottom against the edge of
the vanity.

“Hold onto it.”

She held on tight as he stepped up close to her, gasping as
her nipples brushed against his overly warm skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” she panted.

“Thank you.” He grinned before leaning in and grabbing her
lower lips between his teeth. He bit down.

“And mean,” she wailed. “You’re torturing me.” She wasn’t
sure how much more she could take.

“Are you all hot and bothered?”

“Yes,” she sobbed as he began to rub his body against hers.
His hand slid between her legs, his thumb flicking her clit. One finger slid
inside her. It wasn’t nearly enough.

“Look at me,” he ordered as her eyes began to flutter shut.
She opened them wide, looking up into his intense blue gaze. “I need to see
your eyes when you come.”

She gasped, overcome at this whole new level of intimacy. It
was hard to keep her eyes open as another finger joined the one in her sheath,
pulsing inside her as his thumb drove her higher.

She was going to shatter, she knew she was. When she came,
she kept her gaze on his, let him anchor her as she shook and spun within a
storm of decadent delight.

They stumbled into the bedroom. Cassie peered over her
shoulder as she fell on the bed and realized he wasn’t beside her.

“What’s wrong?”

He stood at the doorway, looking unusually indecisive.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to stay. Don’t get me wrong,
I loved what we just did, I could do it over and over. But if you need some
space then I can leave.”

“I’m tired of thinking. I don’t need space tonight. I need
you to hold me. Come to bed.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

A purely male, self-satisfied grin crossed his face before
he moved to the bed and tenderly, lovingly kissed her. Slowly, so slowly that
it almost pained her, he drank from her lips, caressed them with his tongue,
swirled over them, around them as she opened, inviting him inside.

Taking his time, he explored her mouth, playing with her,
touching nothing but her lips. Shrouded in heat, she moved restlessly on the
bed, wishing she could feel his body against hers. As if he heard her wish, he
lay beside her.

Cassie’s nipples stiffened, thrusting upward as if begging
for attention, and it was attention they got. His heated, liquid mouth
surrounded one sensitive bud, sucking upon it as her hands grasped his
shoulders, holding on, not daring to let go for fear she’d float away.

She whimpered in loss as he pulled back, sitting up.

“Easy, baby,” he spoke huskily. “Easy, now, I’m not going
anywhere and neither are you.”

Leaning against the headboard, he patted his lap. Dazed with
desire, she straddled him. His thick shaft brushed against her core, sending
her nerve endings into a tailspin.

“Oh please.” She wasn’t above pleading, but he wasn’t to be
rushed. His hands cupped her breasts as if weighing them, his thumbs rubbed her
nipples. Back and forth, side to side, round and round.

Hips tilting, she begged for more and he obliged, moving one
hand down her stomach until a single finger circled her entrance, slipping
easily inside. One long, slow glide then fast and hard, he thrust his finger in
and out as his thumb flicked her clit. Cassie cried and crumbled, her muscles
clamping down hard as orgasm rocked her hard and fast.

Crashing, she fell against his chest sobbing.

Fascinated by her, enchanted by his woman, he watched with
supreme satisfaction as she succumbed to a hard orgasm. He maneuvered her until
she lay on her back between his outstretched legs, facing him, her thighs
clasped around his hips.

Smoothing his hands over her soft stomach, he ran them down
over her hips before massaging her strong, lean thighs. He kept his movements
slow and sensual, watching as her chest rose and dropped, her pulse beating
rapidly.

“Jay.” Just his name caressing the air was enough to have
him snapping. Reaching underneath her, he claimed the firm globes of her bottom
with his eager hands. Using the added strength of the wolf, he easily lifted
her, spreading her open, drawing her sweet entrance up to his mouth.

“Jay.” This groan was louder, slightly alarmed, although in
no way a protest.

“Shh, my love, you’re all right. You’re safe, lie back and
feel. No talking, no moving, just enjoy.”

Drinking his fill with his gaze, he watched as her puffy,
pink lips opened for him, allowing him to view her glistening inner essence.
Unwilling to curb the impulse, he leaned in and inhaled, savoring her scent,
drawing it in until it became a part of him. One leisurely, long lick of her
had him closing his eyes in total rapture as the taste of her slid along his
tongue.

Her cream called to him, a thick, smooth slice of bliss. For
a moment he teetered on the verge of sensual madness, the urge to take her so
strong he had to pull back and grit his teeth as he searched for some
restraint.

Unable to stay away from her for long, he circled her clit
with his tongue as he tugged her even closer, forcing her hips up and resting
her legs over his shoulders.

Thighs quivered beside his cheeks as he heard her breath
quicken, felt the muscles of her bottom tighten. Firming his tongue, he tapped
harder, faster as her hands clasped at the sheet beneath her.

Laying her back, Jay moved until he knelt between her spread
thighs and captured her mouth in a blistering, melting kiss.

Slipping inside her silken warmth, he rocked back and forth.
She tilted her hips up, meeting each of his powerful strokes, letting him fill
her to the hilt. He fought for each breath as his vision blurred around the
edges. He stared down at her where she lay beneath him, looking like sensual sin,
her eyes dazed, slumberous, her breathing rapid.

When she came, he felt every clenching pulse. It pushed him
over the edge and he immediately lost himself in her arms, slamming into
satisfaction with a force that both titillated and thrilled.

Cassie snuggled in close to Jay, resting her head on his
chest.

“You know, I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” he
muttered.

“I’m not complaining.”

She nuzzled the tempting chest in front of her, licking and
nibbling. Moving back, she ran her hands over his strong upper body, her thumbs
brushing his nipples, smiling at his shuddering sigh.

“Your body makes me think wicked thoughts, you know.” She
confided this in a hushed whisper, a trembling secret shared between the two of
them. “Since the first time I met you, I fantasized about touching you like
this, of being allowed to run my hands over your skin, to stroke and savor.

“To kiss.”

She kissed his way down the middle of his chest until she
encountered his bellybutton.

“To lick.”

Her tongue followed the track her lips had forged, licking
over slightly salty skin, enjoying the taste, the textures of him.

“To caress.”

She worshipped his arms and shoulders, caressing his arms
and down the strong muscle of his back before cupping and squeezing firm,
rounded buttocks.

“Do you know how much time I spent checking out this ass?”
she asked.

His eyebrow rose arrogantly and she hid a secret grin. “Oh,
the way I drooled, the way I yearned…I’m pretty sure my thoughts are illegal in
some states.”

“Maybe you should demonstrate,” he suggested. His face was
calm but she could hear the strain in his voice.

“Well, there was this one fantasy, but it would require some
cooperation from you.” She peered up at him through her lashes, hoping she
appeared seductive rather than simpering.

“Tell me.”

Pure order.

“I think I’ll show you instead.”

* * * * *

He couldn’t believe it. Was amazed he’d let her do this to
him. His arms and legs were spread-eagled over the bed and tied with scarves,
his eyes encased in darkness with a sleeping mask covering them. This was not
quite what he’d had in mind when he’d encouraged her to act out a fantasy.

Of course, he could easily free himself, tear the scarves
she’d used to try to hold him. But that was where his cooperation came in.

Besides, turnabout was fair play. And he had a few desires
of his own he longed to act out later.

He figured he’d been lying here for at least five minutes
now while she bustled around in the kitchen. His sweet wee innocent could act
out any and all fantasies that she had—he was pretty sure he would have done
them all before.

But never with her.

And that made all the difference to him.

He heard her light footsteps, slightly hesitant. Her heart
was beating fast, was she nervous or turned-on? Maybe a bit of both. Then her
breath tickled his ear as she leaned in and whispered, “I long to give you as
much pleasure as you give me. To make you crazed, to make you beg, to make you
scream. And you will.”

Hmm, maybe his sweet innocent had another side.

Warmth covered his chest as something hot was swirled around
his nipples. He gasped in shock. Cold followed as her chilled mouth covered
first his right nipple then his left.

Just as her mouth was warming, she withdrew. He heard the
clinking of ice before she took his mouth in a kiss that started cool but soon
morphed into a sweltering inferno. Lips and tongues dueling together, she drove
him wild with her teasing. She pulled back when he tried instinctively to take
over.