He caressed the skin of my cheek with the stroke of his thumb. “When it comes to you, I have an endless supply of sweet, Cassie.”
“You’re sweet for me and only me?” I asked, without saying the words I really wanted to say.
Be mine. Only mine. No other women. Just me and you.
“Yes,” he answered without a second thought before tossing back, “You’re good for me and only me?”
I smiled and nodded, adding, “And your cock too.”
“When it comes to my cock, you can feel free to be bad.”
And then, right there, in the still-crowded venue at Planet Hollywood, Thatch lifted me into his arms and brushed his mouth against mine, taking my lips in a kiss that made me feel like we were the only two people in the room.
Clothes littered the space between the door and the bed as I pushed Cassie backward at a near run. Her hair, her smile, the smell of her skin—I hadn’t been able to get enough of any of it tonight.
Steps stuttered and stumbled as she tried to keep up with the unfair advantage of my long legs. A moan filled the air as I palmed the cheeks of her ass and lifted her feet right off the ground.
“Thatch,” she whispered, her voice nothing more than an aroused hum.
“Right here, honeys,” I answered, dropping her to the bed, whipping off her shirt, and speaking directly to her tits.
Cassie smiled and swatted at my face, and I did my best to dodge it as I laughed.
“Jesus Christ, can’t you be serious? Ever?” she huffed. I nuzzled at the sweet skin of her neck.
“You want me to be?” I whispered.
Her pause was brief and not at all nerve-racking because the more I was around her, the more I found I didn’t care what the answer was. Contentment for me was becoming synonymous with contentment for her. I didn’t understand it, but right then, with her tits in my face, I didn’t even try.
“No. I don’t want you to be serious.” Her eyes said, I just want you to be you.
Like an animal, I forced her weight into the bed by covering her with my own and licked a line from her jaw straight down the middle of her chest. I circled the perfect edge of her belly button, lapping at the jewelry there, and then tugged at the fabric of her jeans with my teeth.
Her hips jumped, and heat from the flames in her eyes singed my skin.
When I pulled at her pants again but didn’t unbutton them, she snapped. “Stop teasing me!”
I smiled into her skin, rubbing my lips back and forth as my gaze met hers. “Why, baby? Did something turn you on tonight?”
She nodded and licked her lips. “There was one thing I can’t get out of my head.”
“Tell me,” I demanded as a surge of new blood filled my already stiff cock.
“You on the ground.”
“Yeah.”
“On your knees.”
“Yeah.”
“With a collar around your neck—”
“Cass,” I warned, pulling her down the bed by the hips and slamming her to my cock. Her head shot back, and a gasp broke through the heavy, arousal-filled air.
“Fine. Just take off my pants, for fuck’s sake. No freak show necessary.”
Cognizant of her impatience, I ripped her pants and thong down her legs, shoved them open, and licked a path straight from her ass to her clit.
Her pussy convulsed right in front of my eyes.
“Fuck, honey. Wait to do that until some part of me is in there,” I chastised with a smirk. Tongue, finger, cock, I didn’t care what she squeezed.
I pushed back from her and the bed and grabbed her phone from the back pocket of the pants I’d just stripped off her.
“Password?” I asked as I swiped to unlock it.
“Fuck off,” she told me with a smile, so I stepped forward, dropped to my knees in front of the bed and licked a circle around her clit. I filled her pussy with two thick fingers at the same time.
Her head shot back, and she moaned.
“Password,” I repeated again.
Her eyes were far less obstinate when they found mine, but I could tell it was a fight she didn’t want to give up.
It meant next to nothing, but goddamn, I wanted it. In and out I pumped, working the bud up top with my tongue until she couldn’t stop herself from bunching the white comforter in her hands.
“Password, Cassie.” This time, I said it as a command, and she broke, her pussy convulsing on my fingers as she did.
“It’s fucking CASS, you prick.” I smiled at her ability to be on the very brink of orgasm and insult me at the same time.
There wasn’t anyone else like her.
As for the password, I should have known.
Finally inside, I did my best to show her that sometimes it pays to do what someone else says. As the distinct beat of Britney Spears’ “Freakshow” filled the room, surprise made a bid to do the same in her eyes.
“Come on, honey,” I called, pulling her to the edge of the bed and settling her legs wide and to the sides so her glistening pussy shone in the dim lights.
“What are you doing?” she asked, and I winked.
“There may be no leash, but I can dance for you, honey.”