Fifty Shades of Ecstasy (18 page)

It was a warm, moonless night, and the few lights gave off a yellow dingy glow. Cassie got in her truck and sat, thinking. She turned on the radio and looked at the clock. Eleven thirty. Cheven’s would be hopping at this time. Maybe she should go there, see Rick. Of course in her current state she might jump him, and that wouldn’t be smart. She darted her eyes to the clock. Only three minutes had passed.

Without the music, the heat, and the sight of cut male flesh, her body began to cool, and her arousal to dissipate. And she began to second-guess her decision. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, glanced at the clock again. Six minutes. She sighed, reached up to turn the key when a knock on her passenger window made her jump.

Son of a bitch was there. Dressed in jeans, Tshirt, and still wearing his mask. Of course without it, she might not have known him.

She unlocked the door electronically from her side of the vehicle and he slipped onto the bench seat.

For a moment they stared at each other, Cassie full of nerves, the masked man full of intense arousal. He slowly reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, square, flat object and laid it deliberately on the dash. A condom.

Cassie gulped. “Here?”

The man looked around the dim parking lot, then pointed to a darkened area on the far side of the building, a one-car garage of sorts.

“Isn’t that someone’s spot?”

The man nodded. “Owner’s. Already left.”

Cassie drew in a deep breath, started the truck and pulled into the spot, turned the key off. “I… haven’t…this…” she stammered, not looking at the man.

He scooted over and turned to rest one knee on the seat and cupped her face. His eyes were a deep, clear green. His gaze was predatory. His head came down and Cassie pushed her fingertips against his lips. “No kissing.”

The man made a disapproving sound, but angled his head to kiss her temples, her eyes, then lower to her neck. His tongue came out to trace her throat and she felt her womb contract. She sighed in pleasure, hands reaching to grasp his shoulders.

He twisted her on the seat and pulled, gripping her hips until she slid a leg over his lap and straddled him. She felt his fingers dig into her jeans as he yanked her hard against his body. The thick ridge of his erection pressed into her already swollen clit and she whimpered.

Her hands tunneled into his thick dark hair and encountered the mask tie. She paused, curious to see his features, yet darkly aroused by the anonymity. She clutched the top of his head instead, and arched back as his fingers traveled up over her ribcage and gently cupped her breasts. Wanting flesh on flesh, she reached for the hem of his shirt and dragged it up. Within seconds both tops were flung off and hot eyes raked her lace-clad breasts. He trailed one warm finger over the top edge before he gently pushed her back to lean down and run his tongue over the newly exposed skin.

She shivered when she felt her bra clasp released, sighed in pleasure as it too was tossed aside and the material replaced with hungry lips. The man groaned as he took a hard nipple into his moist mouth, suckled the pulp flesh, and flicked his tongue over the puckered bud. Each swirl, every rasp of his teeth against her heated flesh sent a zing of electricity to her core. Her pussy contracted in agony, weeping to be filled.

Cassie ran a hand over his strong shoulders, across his lean chest and found flat nipples. She brushed her thumb over one and felt him shudder beneath her hands. Then she was swung around and laid gently on the bench seat, one knee bent up, her other leg flung over the edge.

She watched as he took her breasts in both hands and kneaded the flesh. He moved down her body, kissing the softness between her breasts, down over her stomach, dipping his hard tongue into her navel. He nipped at her quivering belly. Then he reached the edge of her jeans. His hands left her breasts to tug at the buttons, but he stopped and looked up at her.

Giving her one last chance to change her mind.

Cassie saw his hesitation through a haze of heat and lust. Though part of her appreciated the consideration, a larger part was tempted to scream at him to hurry up. She ached horribly, needed him deep inside to relieve the burning. She kicked off her shoes and lifted her hips. That was all the invitation he needed. He took both her jeans and panties off in one swoop and stared at her bare mound. She could she him swallow in the dim light shining through the back cab window and was oddly enough not uncomfortable in her nudity.

His eyes flashed, his nostrils flared, and he reached down to stroke her mons. “So pretty.” Her need glistened on her labia and as his fingers trailed over her slit she twisted up. “So wet for me.” Glittering eyes stared into hers for a moment. Then he moved back jerkily, grunted when he hit the door. He got on his knees on the seat, wrapped an arm under her hips, and tossed her legs over his shoulders. His tongue stroked once over her outer lips, then delved deep, making her moan and push against his face. One arm supported her hips, the other snaked around a leg, over her belly, and opened her up to his delight. He moved in, rasped his tongue over the hard button of nerves and she jumped. Over and over his clever tongue devoured her, nibbled gently, eating her up. Her juices drenched his face as he licked farther down, stiffened his tongue, and plunged into her.

Cassie cried out. She could feel every intimate lick, every soft plunge, and she became wild, thrusting her hips against him, needing more, begging for deeper penetration.

The man tore at his jeans, setting his straining cock free. With one smooth move, he sat back on the seat and had Cassie spread over his thighs, her humid sheath warming the tip of his cock, wringing a drop of pre-come. “Condom,” he murmured.

Cassie blinked and snatched the object from the dash, tearing it open with her teeth. Trembling hands tried to cover him, making him groan in agony at her soft vibrating touch. He took the latex from her and rolled in on himself. Then poised at her soaking entrance, he cupped her head, tilting her to face him. Eyes on hers, he lowered her body over his erection, taking her one slow inch at a time, stretching, pushing past her delicate folds, until he filled her.

Inflexible fingers clutched her hips, lifted her up, again oh so slow, then down until he was pressed so deep, so hard in her wet channel. He swallowed, seemingly willing himself to hold on to his control, to hold back his need to come. Her inner muscles worked against him, rippling over his cock like a wet fist, milking him. He groaned and thrust into her. Then Cassie began to move. With arms wrapped around his neck, she slid up his shaft and plunged down, over and over, faster and faster. She moaned as the friction in her sheath sent waves of hot pulsing pleasure through her womb.

Sweat rolled down her back and she had to pause to pant. She ground her clit into his groin and gasped as liquid heat ignited like lava in her core. Swollen flesh rubbed against steel encased in velvet and the coil of need tightened, tightened until each thrust, each powerful stroke kindled a nearly unbearable craving. Suddenly, the coil snapped and Cassie screamed as the orgasm hurtled her into a timeless wave after wave of pure bliss. The man thrust hard once, twice more, than groaned out her name as he came and came, fingers digging into her flesh as he rode out his climax.

He pressed her limp weight to his heaving chest. He knew the sex would be good, had dreamed about it for months now, but holy Lord, the actuality blew him away.

Her wet channel now spasmed around his flaccid cock in little aftershocks of pleasure, creating glorious pulses he wanted to take advantage of again and again.

His hand stroked gently over her shoulder length blond hair, loving the feel of her soft body surrounding him. He felt her head turn, her breath in his ear. “How did you know my name?”

His hands paused briefly in shock.
Shit
, he thought frantically. “Your friends,” he said instead.

“Oh,” she snuggled closer. “Hmm. You feel nice.”

The man cursed himself silently at the slip.
Not yet
, he thought.
Not yet
.

Cassie held on until her body cooled, the delicious tingles evaporated, and the whole situated shattered her dreamy state.
Now what?
she thought.

As if reading her mind, the man whispered in her ear, “Come to me tomorrow night.”

Pleased, she almost agreed, then remembered and sighed regretfully. “I can’t.” She leaned back, gazed into his beautiful eyes. Lashes so long it was criminal. “I have to work.”

He stroked a fingertip down her cheek and her own lashes fluttered in response to the contact. “When?”

“I have Monday and Tuesday off.” She said carefully, not wanting to sound eager, but definitely wanting a repeat performance. His scent was intoxicating, so male, so earthy, so—so damn familiar.

He smiled, gave her a quick hard kiss. “Monday at eleven thirty, then.”

Cassie stroked a finger over his mask. “Will I get to see your face?”

He swallowed guiltily. He knew it had to happen, and better sooner than later. “If you wish.”

“Oh I wish.”

* * * *

The next night, Cassie worked the bar at Chevens, her body humming and a giddy smile curled her lips. She felt wonderful and excited and nervous. Tomorrow night she would see her masked lover again. Without the mask.

It was nearing ten before her boss showed up, and he only waved at her before slipping into his office in the back. Cassie frowned. Was he mad about last night?
No
, she told herself,
don’t go there
.

By eleven she needed to restock the cooler so she called out to Heather, her backup bartender and waitress, and went into the storage room. She was just reaching for a box when a familiar scent hit her. She closed her eyes, thinking she was imagining things, but the way her heart sped up and the instant liquid heat that raced to her core told her different. She turned quickly around. Rick Chevens had entered the room, his deep green eyes hot as he raked them over her. Then he blinked and gave her a friendly smile.

“Sorry I came in so late. I wanted to ask how your night went. Did you have fun?”

Did she have fun?

A roaring started in her ears as she pictured a mask covering her boss’s eyes and nose. How could she have not noticed? How could she have not known? And more importantly, how
could
he? No wonder he’d been so insistent to let her go. Had he been laughing at her the whole time? Her face flamed with embarrassment and fury at his deceit.

“
You
,” she pointed a shaking finger at him. “How could you?” Her voice broke. “How? Why?”

She knew
, Rick thought as he stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. He thought he’d have more time, but Cassie proved him wrong. “Cassie, look.” He put a hand to the tight knot in his chest. “I own Tennins and, well, I did what I had to.”

“What?”

He moved stealthily closer. “I wanted you the second I saw you, and as I got to know you better, that want became sharper. I needed you, but you’re my employee, and you’re a fabulous employee. It was either fire you to date you, or pretend to be someone else.”

“Just to fuck me,” she blustered. “You bastard. And now you don’t have to fire me because I quit.” She tried to push past him but he grabbed her shoulders and gave her a small shake.

“Dammit Cassie, it’s not just about fucking you. I like you, a lot. More than a lot. And I know you’re attracted to me. I was slowly going insane, having you near and not being able to be with you, be inside you. I did what I thought was necessary. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy us being together.”

She looked into his angry face and saw the desperation in his eyes. “What do you want from me, Rick?”

He brushed a thumb over her lips. “I want you to stay. I want you to be with me. I want this.“ He leaned down and covered her mouth with his. His tongue licked across the seam and she opened willingly. He thrust into the soft moistness, tasting, nipping, devouring. “I want you. I want
us
.”

His hands covered her ass, pulling up so she nestled closer. She felt the ridge of his erection against her core and trembled. She wanted this too. With arms flung around his neck, she pressed against him, and gave herself freely.

His hands slid under her shirt to stroke her back. With a quick twist, he released her bra and moved a hand between their bodies to cup the soft flesh. His thumb circled the tight nipple teasingly then as she arched into his caress, flicked the nub. She sighed in pleasure.

As soon as Cassie found herself backed against the door, Rick moved down her body to cover a breast with his mouth. He suckled the flesh, licking and gently biting the puckered bud until she writhed with need. Her hand dug into his hair as he switched to the other breast, his hands busy at her jeans.

She felt cool air on her heated flesh. Then Rick was on his knees, his hands parting her thighs for his hungry mouth. He didn’t give her time to protest, just swooped in and devoured.

She cried out as his tongue sought her sopping entrance, whimpered as his stiffened tongue plunged into her, writhed under his hands as clever fingers rubbed her swollen clit. She forgot where she was, forgot what he’d done. She was only a being of glorious sensation and need. And right now she needed him deep inside her. “Rick, please.”

More than happy to oblige, Rick stood, unsnapped his jeans, and let his throbbing cock free. His own need, scary and exhilarating, pushed him to the edge. But he snatched a condom out of his pocket and had himself sheathed in seconds.

He clutched at her leg to draw it up. She clung to his shoulders for support, and with a small hop, twined them around his waist. He pushed his cock against her humid channel and with one hard stroke, plunged in deep. He pulled back and plunged in again and again until he was buried to the hilt.

“God, Cassie,” he groaned into her hair as muscles bunched. He pulled back, stared into her eyes as he bore down again.

Her breasts were flat against his chest and each jarring thrust caused the sensitive globes to rub against his hard flesh. He rotated his hips, swirling his cock inside her, inflaming her glistening folds. The rhythm became frantic, flesh slapping against flesh as her juices ran down her legs, coating his cock in luscious cream.