“So you don’t think I’m psycho?”
“I didn’t say that,” she teased playfully.
I pounced on her before she could get away, pinning her body beneath mine and against the couch cushions. Her chest moved heavily up and down, and it took everything in me to not rip her shirt off and lose myself in her body. My shorts tightened as I leaned down to kiss her, brushing my tongue along her bottom lip. She moaned slightly as she arched her head back, her lips parting. I pressed my mouth against hers, my tongue and hers touching erotically in a playful tease of push and pull.
I wanted to tear her clothes off and devour her inch by inch. I sucked on her neck, the taste of her skin almost sending me into a frenzy. She ran her hands down the length of my back as she pulled my shirt up. She pressed her fingers into my skin as I kissed and licked her ear and neck before working my way back to her mouth. Jesus, I wanted this girl. She fired me up like no one else. Trying to maintain some semblance of self-control, I pulled back from the kiss, and her hands tightened around my neck. I chuckled and asked, “Don’t you want to hear more?”
Her grip tightened as she pulled my face to hers. “In a minute,” she said, as she grazed her tongue across my lips.
My hands explored the length of her body, stopping at the top of her thigh. “I want you so fucking bad. You make me crazy.”
“Then take me.” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, and I longed to put something of mine in there instead.
I grabbed the bottom of her top and lifted it over her head, unable to get it off fast enough. She reached for my shirt, tugging and pulling before I sat up and tore it off myself. My insides flared as she ran her hands down my bare chest, stopping at the button of my shorts. When her fingertips gently grazed over my hardness, I shuddered. Just that single touch from her and I almost came unglued.
It’s twisted how much she owns me. She always fucking has, but still.
I kicked my shorts off, silently giving myself a pat on the back when I noticed where Cassie’s eyes were locked. Half tempted to make some smartass remark about how much she loves looking at my dick, I stopped myself. I hadn’t even been back in her life for twenty-four hours; no need to screw it up already.
My gaze moved from her eyes down to her naked body. “You’re so fucking sexy.” I meant the words, but they came out in a lusty growl and she bit her bottom lip again. I dropped my mouth to hers, sucking that lip between my teeth, my body falling to meet hers.
Heat shot through me as we touched. The feeling of her skin pressed against mine caused my lust to hungrily take over. I curled my fingers in her hair, forcefully tugging her head back so I could kiss her throat and jaw.
“Oh God, Jack. I want you inside me. Please. Stop teasing.”
I pressed my hardness against her, and when she howled with pleasure, I pulled it away. “Goddammit, Jack. Stop fucking around.” Her fingers dug into my backside as she forcefully guided me to her.
Without another word I pushed inside, my body shivering as the warmth of her completely enveloped me. “Jesus Christ, Cassie. Why do you always feel so amazing?” My breath was labored as I worked in and out of her. The sight of her nipple drew me, so I traced a finger gently around it before I sucked it into my mouth, my tongue flicking around it.
Cassie moaned, her body arching beneath me as she clawed her fingernails down the length of my back.
“You better stop that,” I breathed out.
“Or what?” she teased, running her fingers along my back once more.
“Or I’ll be done before you are,” I admitted.
She shook her head. “We can’t have that.”
“Then behave,” I demanded, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head, as my thrusting continued. She laughed beneath me, and I swept my tongue across her lips before pushing it into her hot mouth. She mumbled something unintelligible against me, and I kissed her harder.
“Jack,” she whispered, her breathing quickening as her hips rose up and down to meet mine. “Oh.”
She moaned again as her body shuddered against mine.
Thank fucking God.
I rocked into her one last time before exploding. My thrusting slowed as I collapsed on top of her, my weight pushing her body further into the couch.
“Why do you enjoy suffocating me?” she said, swatting my shoulders.
“I like lying with you this way.”
She cocked her head. “What way? With me dead?”
A quick laugh ripped from my throat. “No. I like being inside of you.”
“Well, get out.” She smirked. “I need to pee.”
I pulled out slowly and she scooted out from under me, hurrying to the bathroom.
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Cassie
I walked back into the living room wearing a new thong and nothing else. Jack was sitting on the couch, his shorts pulled up but still unbuttoned, his shirt pooled on the floor next to the one I had been wearing. I reached for the crumpled shirt, slipping it back over my head before plopping down next to him.
“That was a nice distraction,” I said, leaning my body into his waiting arms.
His fingers combed through my messy strands of hair before tucking them behind my ear. “More stories or more distractions?” he asked with a mischievous tone.
My cell phone beeped in the background, and I eyed him, contemplating whether I should see who was texting me. “I’m gonna see who that is.”