Chasing Cassidy (20 page)

“Are you okay?” Zack asks from behind me.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s fine. She’s just struggling with what your dad told her. She’s angry and can’t understand why I’m not just as angry as her.”

He nods and starts walking purposefully toward me.
Uh oh, I know what this is about.
“So, you want to tell me what happens when Ry gets drunk?”

“Nope,” I reply with a simple, one word answer.

“Cassidy,” he scolds in his lawyer voice, “I have the right to know if something is going on with my sister.”

“Zack, it isn’t my secret to tell. If Ry wants you to know, she’ll tell you. She’s an adult and she doesn’t have to tell her brother intimate things if she doesn’t want to.”

He shudders as if he’s thinking about something bad. “It’s about sex?”

“Mostly, and since she doesn’t want to know about
our
sex life, I think it would be a good idea for you to stay out of hers.”

He considers this for a minute and I can tell he’s struggling. “You’d tell me if it was something I needed to know, right?”

Hell, I think he should know now because I’d hate to see what will happen to Nick later down the line if Zack finds out accidentally.

Placing my hand over his heart, I meet his gaze and hold it. “It’s not my secret to tell. If it was something causing her harm, I would tell you. I’ll say this much, it’s not causing any damage at all. It might even be something that could be good someday, just not now.”

For a second, I almost think he’s on to the secret but he shakes off his thoughts and places a kiss on my lips, instead.

“Okay.”

Good, he’s being agreeable. I do
not
want to be the one to spill Nick and Rylee’s secret affair, or whatever it is they’re doing.

“So, it’s getting late. Are you ready for me yet?” He pulls me close and wraps his arms around me, his erection pressing against me as he whispers in my ear.

“I’m always ready for you, can’t you tell?”

His lips meet mine and I open to him, greeting his tongue with a wicked hello. His hands slide down to my ass and he squeezes it, pulling me closer to him, eliciting a deep and longing moan from my lips. Unfortunately, that moan reminds him he has other plans and he slowly pulls away from me.

“Come on, dinner is ready.” Taking my hand in his, he leads me downstairs, smiling all the way. The sun set a little while ago, so it’s pretty dark down here now. That doesn’t stop Zack; he keeps his grip on my hand and leads me into the dining room.

“It’s gorgeous,” I murmur, taking in the candlelit table set with the finest china. Champagne is chilling on ice, salads are served, and there’s a covered dish in the center of the table. If it’s baked manicotti, which I hope it is, he’s recreating the first time we ever had sex.

Zack pulls out my chair and places a sweet kiss on my cheek.

“I made manicotti, I hope it’s good. I’ve never tried to make it before.”
Yes!
He winks at me as he sits down and my body floods with need.

“I’m sure it will be perfect,” I reply, falling into my role from that night. There’s a bottle of water for each of us and as I open mine to take a drink, his eyes never leave mine.

We quietly eat our salads, both of us trying to keep the recreation genuine. That night we were both so nervous, probably due to the fact it was the first time we had ever been alone. Rylee had gone with her parents to visit an old college friend of Paul’s who had a daughter Ry’s age. Zack was able to avoid the trip—since they only had a daughter—by claiming he didn’t want to be a third wheel.

“Champagne?” The smile on his face is dazzling and I swear he’s trying to hold in his laughter.

“Can’t we uh… I mean, it’s just… I’d like to do this sober, if that’s okay.” Trying to emulate the squeaky, scared voice of my sixteen-year-old self isn’t as easy as one would think.

“Oh, yeah, of course we can. It’s probably better that way, too. I’d hate for you to get drunk and throw up before we could… well, you know.” This time he’s smirking at me but all those years ago he was blushing like crazy. No matter how hard you try, some things can’t be recreated. Hopefully, we’ll skip the awkwardness in the bedroom and go straight to some amazing sex. Our first time was nice but our sex is much better now that we’ve both found our inner freaks.

Zack serves the manicotti once we finish our salads and with the first bite, a moan of appreciation escapes my lips. He loves to cook and this is his best dish. It was good that night, but it’s like a food orgasm in my mouth now.

“Do you like it?” The hopeful tone in his voice is overshadowed by his hooded gaze. Sometimes, I don’t even know why I bother putting on underwear when I soak through them with just a look from him.

“It’s good, Zack. When did you learn to cook?”

“Stella has been giving me lessons. She says men should know how to cook so they can take care of their wives, too.” Stella was the Stafford’s cook for many years. She retired when Zack and Ry went off to college.

“You’ll make someone a good husband one day, Zack.” Truer words could not have come out of my mouth back then or now.

“Someone? How about you?” His green eyes twinkle in the candlelight. I’m sure he’s thinking how right he was back then, even though neither of us could have possibly known it.

“Me? We’re just teenagers, Zack, first loves. Nobody ends up with their first love.” Standing, he stalks over to me and even though I know how this plays out, the fluttering in my stomach kicks into high gear.

Taking my hand in his, he pulls me from my chair, my dinner half eaten, but the only appetite I have is for him.

“Blow out the candles, Cassidy,” he commands as he laces his fingers into mine. I do as he requests and he sucks in a breath.

“Fuck, it’s hot when you do that.” Interesting, he’s now diverting from our original conversation.

“I think we’ve recreated enough for tonight,” he says as he pulls me quickly up the stairs, answering my unasked question. When we reach the bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind us and pushes me up against the wall, holding my wrists in his hands.

“Looks like you ended up with your first love after all, Cassidy, just like I always knew you would. Tonight, I’m not interested in awkward first time sex. Tonight, I want to devour every single inch of your body with my mouth.”

Is it possible to come from words alone?
I’m so turned on, I can’t even think.

“Okay,” I answer feebly, nodding at the same time.

“After I make you scream my name with my mouth, I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming in ecstasy. And when I’m done fucking you, I’m going to make love to you all night long. By the time I’m through with you, you’re going to wonder how you ever thought you could leave me.”

His words already have me weak in the knees, but I’m looking forward to the night ahead. I’ve missed him inside of me.

Releasing my hands, he pulls my dress over my head and runs his hands across my black bra and gives my breasts a quick squeeze. When he reaches my panties, he slides his hand inside and cups my pussy, sliding one, then a second finger inside of me. My eyes close momentarily while I absorb the exquisite feeling of him inside me.
It’s been too long.

“That’s my vixen. Wet as fuck and just aching for me to make you scream. My fingers are the only ones that
ever
belong in your pussy, Cassidy.” Chuckling, he corrects himself, “Well, mine
and
yours. You know how much I love watching you finger yourself until you come.”

“Zack.” His name falls easily from my mouth as he continues to finger me. There’s no way anyone could ever make me feel as amazing as he does. He’s right—he’s the only one for me, the only one I could ever love. I know that more and more with every passing second we spend here, but I still have a secret to tell him.

One that will change everything.

As he slowly pulls his fingers out of me, he brings them to his mouth one by one, tasting each one slowly, savoring the taste of me on his tongue. It’s as if he’s enjoying his favorite dessert, the eroticism of the moment is heady. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed tasting you on my lips, and I’ve
really
missed running my tongue along your sweet, tight pussy as you come all over my face.”

Suddenly, he flips me around, holding both wrists in a single hand above my head with my face against the wall. His teeth bite down onto my shoulder but he soothes the pain with a swipe of his tongue and with the touch of his kiss against it.

“Perhaps I should punish you for running. What do you think? What should the punishment be for delayed sexual gratification?” Zack’s punishments are filled with pleasure and just the thought of it makes me want him even more. With my history, there’s no spanking, but the exquisite pleasure he brings me while he has me tied up is incredible.

“Maybe you should. Although, I think things have worked out for the better now, don’t you?” I ask breathlessly.

“Hmm,” he murmurs as he trails his tongue along my neck to my ear. “You’re onto something there, vixen. As much as I hate to admit it, things are much better now that all the secrets are finally falling out of the closet.”

Almost all of them.

“You know all the things I wanted to do to you on our wedding night had to be postponed.” His impish grin speaks volumes and I find myself wondering what exactly he’d had planned.

“You’ll need to figure out a way to make that up to me, Cassidy.” I push my behind up against his very large erection and inhale deeply as he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me tighter to him.

“Damn, vixen, if you’re indicating what I think you are, you’re off to a great start already.” I can’t help but laugh. Zack loves anal sex, and under the right circumstances I do, too, but it’s something we definitely reserve for special occasions. Once I’ve gotten the silliness out of my system, I turn my head and look into his sparkling green eyes. It’s his mischievous sparkle. I’ve known him long enough to know the difference between this one and his happy sparkle. I love this one best. Not only does it add to his charm, but it means we’re about to have some fun.

“Anything for you, Zack. I’d do anything to make up for what I did.” My somber words weigh heavily between us but only for a few seconds before he smiles and shakes his head slightly.

“It’s already forgotten, Cassidy. The only thing you need to do to make it up to me is spend the rest of your life with me.” Without waiting for my response, his mouth descends onto mine, finding all the answers he seeks within our kiss.

Zack breaks away from our kiss and drops to his knees. “Stay still,” he commands as he removes my panties with finesse and pushes my legs apart. The tip of his tongue flicks across my overly sensitive clit and my body shudders in pleasure. The feel of his mouth as he nips and sucks his way to my core is indescribable. Zack knows exactly what sets me off and when he slips his finger inside me and suckles my clit with his mouth, I’m lost.

“Zack!” I cry out as my legs begin to tremble beneath me. His grip around me tightens to keep me still and his tongue quickly replaces his finger as my climax crashes through me. My cries are an incoherent mumbling, a mixture of ‘I love you’ and his name over and over as my orgasm recedes.

Once he’s thoroughly enjoyed my orgasm as much as I have, Zack rises and leads me to the bed. He wraps his arms around me, flicking open the clasp on my bra, and removes it gently before throwing it behind him without a care in the world. His mouth descends onto my hardened nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. My nipples continue to harden as he increases his play. “Yes, Zack, please don’t stop!” I cry out as he pinches my other nipple between his fingertips.

My hands grip his hair as he continues to pleasure me and I tug gently. He moans when I tug—he loves this and always has. It makes sense. I love when he pulls my hair; I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t enjoy the same.

Zack begins peppering my skin with kisses from my breast to my neck where he pauses and sucks my neck right below my ear. He’s not playing fair. He knows that’s my weakness and as if to prove a point, he slides two fingers inside of me.

“There’s nothing fucking sweeter than how wet you get when I kiss you here.” His voice is strong and commanding as his lips kiss that spot yet again. “Except how fucking wet you get when your pussy is pulsating while wrapped around my cock and you’re about to come. That is the sweetest fucking ecstasy I’ve ever known.”

My sweet Zack has the dirtiest mouth and I love it. He knows exactly how far he can push me in the bedroom and never exceeds it. The fact that he’s the most romantic man outside of the bedroom and a lot of the time inside the bedroom, too, is almost too good to be true. I know deep down inside God put me on his street for a reason. This man was always meant to be the one who could not only save me from my parents but from myself, too.

Zack turns me around. “Lie on your stomach, Cassidy,” he states firmly as he finally removes his clothing. He’s stunning. All six feet of his chiseled body is perfect—from his bright green eyes and black hair down to his made-for-me cock, not to mention his abs and his hot-as-hell tattoos. I don’t know how I ever got this lucky but I’ll never take it for granted again.

He crawls on top of me, kissing his way up from the bottom of my feet slowly until he reaches my ass where he pauses, kissing a little bit more. “Soon,” he says quietly as he continues to work his way up, massaging my back and kissing a path to my neck. Wrapping a hand around my waist, he pulls me until I’m on all fours then slowly slides his erection inside of me.

“Fuck,” he hisses as I clench around him. I’ve missed this feeling. Zack inside me completes me in ways I can’t even describe. He speeds up his movements, slamming into me over and over again, his cries almost matching mine. Suddenly, he wraps my hair around his wrist and pulls me back toward him.

“Yes! Zack, yes!” I cry out, losing myself in the mixture of pleasure and pain. I’m starting to lose it and I hate to come so quickly, but every time he pushes into me he hits my g-spot.