I want her to moan as she leans against the wall, her hands pulling at my hair as she props one high heel over my shoulder, and I press her quivering thighs back with my hands, spreading them wide as I bat her clit with the firm tip of my tongue, faster and faster and faster, her muscles twitching with excitement and energy until all she can do is come, her body quaking on my mouth as she closes her legs around me, enveloping me in a soft cloud of her skin.
I want this girl. Tonight. Now. I want to hear Cassie scream my name while I’m inside her like it’s the only word she can remember. I want to watch her ride my cock, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard and peaked and daring me to suck on them, which, of course, I will, wrapping my mouth around them tightly, letting my teeth sink lightly into the delicate skin of her areolas, not enough to hurt, but enough that she can’t get enough.
I’m going to hold her against me, our sweat and our smells mixing as I grab her hips, her hair, her throat, as I thrust myself into the deepest part of her for as long as she’ll let me because there is nothing I want more tonight than her gorgeous * wrapped around my hard, fucking cock.
And from the way Cassie walks through the warehouse, swiftly enough that the back of her dress swishes behind her, each one of her steps a barely missed chance to let me glimpse what’s beneath her skirt, I can tell she knows she’s giving me these ideas. And maybe the stiffest erection of my life.
I take a deep, calming breath, summoning the self-control to wait on devouring her until we get to my place. And once we’re there, maybe I’ll make her wait, too. Let her beg me a little. There’s nothing like a pretty, naked girl who says please.
CASSIE
CH. 17
From Ryder’s penthouse balcony, the lights of Atlanta glimmer for miles and miles in the darkness, like a clutter of unknown constellations, though since we got here half an hour ago, I’ve gotten so lost in kissing him I’ve hardly noticed the view. At this height, there’s no break in the black night except the moonlight, and we stand faintly outlined against the cylindrical metal railing, our tongues entwined, my hands on his muscular back, his on my breasts. His teeth tug lightly on my bottom lip as his hand pinches my nipples through the thin material of my dress. The summer night’s unusually cool air collides with our body heat: it’s like we’re creating the perfect storm thirty-one floors up in the clouds.
And I’m planning to get soaking wet.
We’re both still fully clothed. I’m still in my high heels. If they’re pinching my feet, as these kinds of shoes often do after a night out, I can’t even tell because everything is overshadowed by the ache between my legs, which grows more intense as his mouth presses on mine, his hands exploring my body, running underneath my dress and gripping my hips.
He kisses my collarbone, then slowly begins to unzip my dress, marching his lips delicately across the tops of my bare breasts, revealing my nipples, erect and firm, taking each of them into his warm mouth one at a time.
I run my palm up and down his cock, hard and big, pushing against the soft material of his suit pants and I imagine how it would feel to have it push inside of me. “For that,” he says, reading my mind, “you’re going to have to ask nicely.”
“I’m always nice,” I say, stroking him.
He swirls his tongue around my nipples slowly, and then quickly, spiraling until I’m dizzy with desire. “Is that why you were going to go home with that boy band reject?” he says. “Just to be nice?”
“I wasn’t going anywhere with him,” I say, my free hand mussing the back of Ryder’s head as he kisses down my abdomen. “I was always coming with you tonight.”
“Oh, you are gonna come with me, tiger,” he says. “More than once.” From my waist, he twists me around, turns me to face the city below. He slides his hands down my arms, and one by one, closes my fingers around the balcony railing.
At this late hour—it must be three in the morning by now—the city is quiet. I can hear only my heart’s thudding in my ears as Ryder, standing behind me, pulls my hips toward him. He tilts my ass in the air and spreads my legs.
“You know what I like best about this condo lately?” he says. He pushes up my dress and kisses my low back.
“What?” I say, breathless. I feel strong and weak at the same time, every muscle contracted but trembling, like I’m liquid with excitement.
“This view,” Ryder says, rolling my panties down my thighs, past my knees as he follows them with his lips, “is spectacular.” He runs his hand over the roundness of my now naked ass, then curves his fingers inside me as his tongue flicks at my spread lips.
Every cell melts like hot wax and my whole body sinks into his hand, into his mouth. I moan, breaking the night’s quiet, the echo traveling down into the city through empty boulevards, alleyways, open windows. The sound of someone getting what she wants.