Indulgence (203 page)

Giggling, “The day after Thanksgiving, biggest shopping day
of the year; people call it Black Friday.”

“Oh, okay. So you’re the maid of honor?”

“Yup, and Cal is the best man. Lisa doesn’t have any kids
and it was really important to them both that Cal and I partake. I’m also
putting the reception together.”

“Where are they getting married?”

“Oh, it’s just a small family thing at the house. We’re
having it catered, that sort of thing.”

“Oh, okay.” His tone was a little off and I realized my
blunder.

Sitting up to look at him, I asked, “Do you want to come?”

“I’m not inviting myself to your father’s wedding, Cassidy.
You said it was a small family thing.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Pressing my lips together, I
tried to contain my laughter. “You’re acting like a girl. Of course I want you
there with me, if you want.” I turned my eyes away from him and he started
tickling my hips.

“I’m not acting like a girl. I wouldn’t want to miss an
opportunity to see you in a dress. Count me in.” I was laughing hysterically
before he finally stopped. “You could wear that purple corset Anthony got you?”

Catching my breath I responded, “I can’t wear that to the
wedding, I have to wear my dress.”

“To the
secret
party, silly.”

Straddling his waist, he reached up to stroke my hair and
his hand continued down my neck as he caressed the exposed skin above my
breasts. His touch sent goose bumps across my body.

“Oh. What else would I wear?”

As he shifted his hips below me I was aware of his rigid
cock against my crotch. I casually pressed down against him, still sensitive
from our session on the dining table earlier. It sent a ripple of pleasure
through my belly and James appeared calm, cool, and collected.

“Oh.” I maneuvered against him again, unable to resist the
sweet sensations. His eyes closed for a brief second, but he made no move to
stop or encourage me.

Contemplating my next move, he shifted up again and I
inhaled sharply as his eyes drilled into me expectantly. Losing confidence, I
started to climb off his lap and his hands quickly seized my hips and put me
back where I was. “Whoa! Not so fast. Why’d you stop?”

“I, well, I thought maybe you weren’t in the mood.”

He released a boisterous laugh, “You really don’t like
making the first move, do you?” When I confirmed he said, “I want you, Cassidy.
Do with me what you want.” I looked into his eyes and leaned down to kiss his
face. “I don’t always have to be in control. I’m not
that
dark and twisted,
but don’t tell anyone.” He smirked at me and I continued planting kisses on his
jaw.

Working my way to his ear, I bit it gently and heard him
hiss in response. I licked behind his ear and down his neck to bite the meaty
flesh of his muscled neck, nibbling my way down to his shoulder while pulling
the neck of his shirt aside. His hands moved under the back of my shirt and
seared the skin of my lower back. Pulling my hips down against him, we both
groaned. Between my sweatpants and his silky running shorts I could feel almost
every ridge of his body.

I pushed his shirt up to expose his abdomen and chest and
that amazing V of his. He was covered in a smattering of hair that I just loved
and ran my fingers through it leisurely. He made no attempt to stop me so I
bent down to taste his flesh, his pecs flexed under my lips as my hands gripped
him just above his hips. I licked along his collar bone and back down to his
sternum as he remained still, but his breathing was increasing.

When I looked up to him his eyes were closed. I caressed the
stubble on his cheeks with the tops of my hands and traced the faint outline of
his scar, realizing the original injury must have been severe. I kissed his
closed eyes and when I lifted my head he opened his eyes slightly. They were
heavy and a crisp shade of green; I could stare into them forever. The
intensity of his glare sent another shudder through me before I cupped his
cheek and ran my thumb down the center of his mouth. He quickly sucked my thumb
into his mouth and pulled on it until I moaned. Reaching between us, I palmed
his erection and his eyes closed once more. Releasing my thumb from his mouth,
he pushed his cock harder against my hand.

“I want this off,” I said as I pulled on his shirt and he
rose up to accommodate me.

I threw his shirt to the floor and began to kiss and bite
his well-formed shoulders. I needed to taste and feel as much of him as I could
while he allowed me to. I knew that at any moment he would take the control
back, and while I was eager for him to do so; I wanted just a little more time
to revel in his grandeur.

Scooting down to straddle his knees while nipping at his
taut belly, I sat up and ran my hands up and under his shorts while admiring
the outline of his erection against the silky navy blue shorts. My hands
reached his boxer briefs and I fingered the hem before digging my fingers into
his thighs. He moaned, but his expression appeared calm, so I continued my
pursuit under his shorts until I reached his waist. He stared at me intently as
I tugged his shorts and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop. His cock bobbed
against his body and I knew he wanted me. I was hungry for him and fisted his
base while licking up to his crown.

“Jesus, lady.” His hips thrust against me as I took him in
my mouth.

~ JAMES ~

I felt her smile around my cock and glide her tongue down my
pulsing length like the vixen she was. Her other hand was massaging my thigh
when she tucked it under my ass and squeezed. She was devouring my erection as
I fisted the couch cushions at my sides. Sheathing her teeth with her succulent
lips, she dragged them up and down while sucking away.

Gathering my hand in her red locks, I thrust into her
deeper. She tensed momentarily before relaxing around my girth, then pulled
back and circled her tongue around my engorged head and I shoved myself back
in. Her determined pursuit had me reeling and I wanted nothing more than for
her to continue. Fuck, she was good.

“I want to see your eyes,” I growled my request as she
peered up at me. She removed her mouth and hovered above my cock. A wickedly
delicious smile spread across her lips before she licked me again from base to
tip while keeping her eyes on mine. “Suck it.”

She obeyed, increasing the pressure from before while she
bobbed up and down. Her free hand began circling my balls and I was already so
close. I thought that mouth of hers was magic as she fisted me vigorously.

“I want to please you.” She panted the words before I pushed
her mouth back to my cock.

“Harder, Cassidy.” She tightened her grip and moaned as I
pulled her hair. “Are you ready?”

I felt her nod as the pulsing began. My balls crawled up
inside before I started pouring into her. She took me deep as I flowed down her
throat; continuing to lick, tug and squeeze as the aftershocks subsided.
Eventually she peeled her mouth off of me and smiled at me seductively. She
made to sit at the other end of the couch, but I snatched her wrist and pulled
her down to me.

“Who taught you to do that?” She giggled as I pulled her
mouth to mine and I bit and sucked on her lips as she purred. “I can’t usually
come from blow jobs alone and that’s the second time you’ve done it for me.”

“Happy to oblige,” she mewled before taking my lip between
her teeth. “Maybe the other girls weren’t doing it right.”

I laughed boisterously at that, “You may be right.” I
stroked her hair as she rested her head on my chest. “You’re quite good.”

She spoke, barely a whisper, “Thank you.”

“You have me at a disadvantage. You’re not naked and I am.
That’s new for me.” Tickling her side gently, I ran my hands over her hips.

“I like you naked.” She tongued a nipple before looking up
at me.

“Up you go. I owe you an orgasm.” She helped me to my feet
and I pulled my boxer briefs and shorts back up from their resting place around
my calves. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout at my semi clothed figure
before I grabbed her hand and led her to the stairs, pulling her up behind me.

Tranquil

~ CASSIDY ~

I woke on my stomach with his body pressed to mine and I was
hugging my pillow under my head. His slow, deep breathing was whispering its
warmth over my hair and indicated he was still asleep. His chest was blanketing
my back, with his arm around my torso, holding me like I was his possession and
our legs were tangled together. He had me almost completely immobile, almost
like he was using me as a body pillow. The heavy weight of his body on top of
mine was a welcome prison I never wanted to escape. I could sleep like that
forever, safe in the cocoon of his body.

Attempting to pull away from him I heard him groan as his
hold on me tightened. Several more minutes passed before he released his hold
on me and rolled to his other side. I crept out of bed, grabbing my sweats and
a t-shirt as I headed downstairs. I had the day off and had a sudden craving
for breakfast—a real breakfast—pancakes, eggs, the works.

The coffee was brewing and I was mixing pancake batter when
I heard him moving around upstairs. Soon the shower was running and I was
tempted to join him, but my growling stomach deterred me. I was placing various
plates of food on the table when I heard him bounding down the stairs.

“She cooks!”

Turning to him with a smile, I found him leaning on the
doorjamb watching me intently, his hair damp and circling his face. He wore a
pin stripe suit, white shirt and blue tie and he was gorgeous. I smirked at him
and his remark before I went back to the kitchen.

“It smells delicious.” Coming over to help me load the table
with food, I shooed him away.

“No, my treat, sit down and enjoy.”

Humoring me, he obliged. His chin was resting in his hands
that were propped up by his elbows, while watching me bustle through the
kitchen.

“Coffee?”

I brought him a mug full of coffee and placed the few
different flavored creamers I had on the table along with sugar. I noted that
he didn’t use any creamer but added at least two packets of sugar. I sat across
from him, motioned for his plate and he held it out while I loaded it with
pancakes, eggs and sausage. I topped my plate with the same as he poured us
some orange juice. He buttered his pancakes, topped them with syrup before
digging in and I took a sip of my orange juice, watching him eat. He was busy
chewing when he squinted at me.
He noticed.

“Is that cinnamon in the pancakes?”

I smiled proudly, “I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s great. I don’t think I’ve ever had cinnamon pancakes.”
He continued eating, “You’re hired.”

Chuckling I retorted, “Don’t get used to it!” Then I winked
at him.

“So, what do you have planned today? Cecily gave you the day
off, right?” I nodded. “The spa has openings today if you want to redeem those
gift certificates from my parents.”

I perked up at that, “Really, on such short notice?”

“Absolutely. Just say the word.”

For half a second I contemplated it. “Yes! That would be
amazing!”

Pulling out his cell and pushing a few buttons he made the
call. “Hi, Ginger, it’s James. I need to make some appointments for today. Yes.
No. For Cassidy Charles, she has gift certificates for massage, facial,
mani/pedi and a cut and color, though her color is perfect. Alright. Let me
check.” He pulled the phone away from his face, “Can you be there by ten?” I
nodded enthusiastically. “That’ll work. Thanks, Ginger.” He ended the call and
put his cell back in his breast pocket.

We finished our breakfast in almost complete silence,
casting knowing smiles at each other. I was debating whether or not to bring up
last night and decided that he should know I thoroughly enjoyed myself. After
he’d untied me, we talked for a couple hours before he took me again. His
libido was insane, not that I was complaining.

During our pillow talk we discussed things that your average
new couple would discuss; a previous relationship, childhood memories, likes
and dislikes and so on. There weren’t any crazy revelations, though I suspected
there was a lot he hadn’t told me. We were getting to know more about one
another other than our sexual appetites. It was refreshing.

“I really enjoyed myself last night.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with those green
eyes and that smirk that made me squirm in my seat.

“I have to go to work. Do you know where the spa is?”

“Oh, umm.”

“It’s in my office building across from the hotel, on the
third floor. I’ll let security know to expect you.”

I stood to clear the dishes and he held his hand out to me.
I accepted it and he pulled me to his lap, grasping my chin and pulling my lips
to his. Quickly, the kiss moved from slow and sensual to heated and frenzied.

Breaking away between kisses I whispered, “If you’re not
careful, I’ll take you again on the table.”

He belly laughed which caused me to laugh; I loved this side
of him.

“
I
do the taking, Cassidy, and don’t you forget it!”

He kissed me hard and quick before placing me on my feet.
Standing, he kissed my cheek before walking out the door. I peeked through the
shades and watched him drive away.

I made it to the spa with time to spare and got comfortable
in the reception area and was listening to my iPod when Ginger escorted me to a
changing room.

“You’ll get the massage first, followed by a facial. You can
shower then, if you like, and then you can get your mani/pedi and then Scott
will finish with your hair.” Ginger was a little firecracker on five inch
heels. I nodded as she handed me a robe and left me to disrobe.