How Cassie Got Her Grind Back (25 page)

She shook her head, heart leaping at his sharper tone. “No, you’re not lying. I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“Make me feel obligated, love. I want you to.” There was no light of humor in his eyes. He was serious.

“Ivan?”

“Mmm?” he asked as he closed his eyes and tightened his hold on her, grounding her.

“I want you to do everything you said earlier to me, and more. I want you to make love to me. I want you to spend the night. I want you very much, however you want me.”

His lips widened into a grin, and she gasped when he opened his mouth on the juncture between her shoulder and throat and licked her. Then she felt the grip of his teeth on the skin there and heard a rumbly growl. He sucked for a moment and then released her to whisper, “I’m going to eat you alive.”

She was struck speechless as he spun her and lifted her in his arms and laid her on the bed.

“Uh…um…”

“What?” he asked, sounding a little breathless as he unbuckled his belt and released the button on his slacks.

She gulped as she watched him and then said, “I’ve never been to bed with anyone besides Bill. Um, I don’t know if you want them or not, but I have condoms and stuff in…in that drawer,” she said, indicating the dresser by the bed. Considering the circles she ran in, she should be better versed in how to sex it up.

“And stuff?” he asked nonchalantly as he removed his shoes and then went over to the dresser and pulled out the crinkly bag containing all her illicit supermarket purchases.

“Yes,” she responded, trying to be brave. “I didn’t have any and wasn’t sure if you’d want them or not or if maybe we should use them if, you know, if you had…well, anyway, there’s also other stuff in there. Lube. I didn’t have any, and there’s also a little thinger…”

“A ‘thinger’?” he asked with a grin and upraised brow. “You wouldn’t by chance mean this sex toy, now would you?” he asked as he lifted it out of the bag. “Do you have many of these?”

She shook her head as he brought the whole bag to the bed. Holding up the box of condoms, he said, “It’s been a while since I’ve had sex—quite a while. But if you’d prefer I use one for your sake, I don’t mind. Same goes for the lube.” He held up the container of coconut oil and sexily arched a brow. “I plan to make you so hot and wet you won’t need this but we’re using it anyway because I understand what you’re telling me.”

He does?

As he peeled back the purity seal on the coconut oil, he burst into laughter, evidently able to read her expressions better than she thought. “Yes. I do. Now lie back and let Doctor Feelgood have his way with you.”

She gaped and then started to giggle as he tore open the condoms, ripping a couple open in the process, and then obliterated the box containing the vibrator. She squealed when the other tube of lubricant shot into the air and caught it before it hit the wall.

His hands were shaking a little when he found the package containing the batteries and handed them to her while he continued wrestling with the tough inner cellophane wrapper on the toy. “Shit! What do they wrap these things in?”

“Maybe they want to keep people from playing with them in the grocery store?” she said with a snort. “You still have most of your clothes on.”

While he put the batteries in the toy, she kneeled on the bed in front of him, unbuttoned his shirt, and tried to push it off his shoulders but had to stop because they were so wide and he was using his hands. She sat there just staring at him until he looked at her. “What?”

“You’re massive.”

He glanced at her, and his cheeks darkened a bit. “I hope that’s a good thing.” The vulnerability in his eyes surprised her.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” she asked as she pushed the shirt down his shoulders when he tossed the toy over by the pillow with everything else.

“I don’t hit the gym regularly, and I was never one of those gung-ho fitness guys even in my prime years.”

She licked her lips as she stroked his rock-like bicep and shoulder. “You look very fit to me, Ivan. And I couldn’t care less about chiseled abs and whether you can bench press me or not.” She looked into his eyes. “You truly understood how I felt earlier. I mean you know how it is, don’t you?”

He gave a roundabout nod. “Not all women appreciate a man with…substance to him.”

It was her turn to look into his eyes. Convince him. “I
can’t wait
. How long is ‘quite a while’?” she asked as she lifted up the box that had condoms strewn out of it.

“A couple of years maybe, and I’ve been to the doctor since then. That’s the honest truth. I’m not just trying to get out of using a condom.”

“We can do without these then,” she said, tossing them over her shoulder so they landed on the bureau.

Ivan grinned. “Good, because I’d probably just tear it putting it on with these big ol’ fingers.”

“Whatever, chef,” she whispered. “I happen to know you’re very skilled with your fingers.”

He removed his slacks and then looked at her, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxer briefs. She nodded, and he slid them down. She ogled the hard evidence of the sexy substance he was self-conscious about. His chest was lightly furred with a mixture of silver and black hair leading to a happy trail and a thick cock that made her pussy quiver with excitement and trepidation.
Yeah, we’re gonna need lots of lube, like, all the time.

She reached out but hesitated right before wrapping her fingers around his girth, not because she was scared but because she wanted to remember this moment forever.

He touched her cheek and then cupped her jaw, stroking her skin with his thumb. “Go ahead. I’m all yours.” He didn’t break eye contact with her for several seconds, and she felt the truth in his words. If she asked him at any point to stop and go home, or to swing from the chandelier, he would, for her. That power made her bold. She could feel the heat emanating from his hardened cock the second before she wrapped her hand around him.

His face went a little slack, and his eyelids slid shut as he groaned softly, still standing in front of her. On hands and knees, she crowded in close and kissed him, tugging him onto the bed with her. His fingers slid into her hair as he welcomed her, and he gave easily as she crowded him until he’d scooted back against the pillows and the headboard behind them. She nibbled his earlobe, and encouraged by his moan, she nipped the flesh beneath it and sucked until she felt him thrusting his hips against her bare pussy.

“Having fun?” he growled when she pulled back to look at him. The power was a sensation she was unused to, and she needed to make sure she wasn’t screwing everything up.

“Yes.”

With a lopsided grin, he caressed her hips and gently guided her to straddle him, encouraging her to do what she wanted with him. She dipped her fingertip into the jar of sweet-smelling coconut oil when he offered it to her and reached between them again, to apply it to her pussy and his cock and accidentally poked his lower abdomen with her thumbnail. He jolted but soothed her when she tried to apologize to him. “I’m nervous. It’s been a while.”
What if Bill was right and I’m just no good for this anymore?

“Take it slow, love. No need to hurry, okay?” His hands sliding up and down her back and her ribcage were warm and comforting. “Come ’ere.” His thick arms slid around her, wrapping her in his strength and protection. More than willing, she leaned against him, soaking in his body heat. “You feel so good against me.”

His heart pounded in her ear as she rose up a little on her knees and gently stroked up and down on the hot length of his cock, positioning him at her entrance. She flexed her hips, savoring the thickness and heat of him, anticipating the first thrust of his entry. His chest rumbled as she circled her hips, the lips of her pussy caressing his hardness with slick, teasing strokes. He moved against her but never pushed to enter, allowing her to set the pace, which made her even bolder. She teased him, sliding up and down his length but tilting her hips when he flexed, denying him entrance but coating him in her juices.

He slid his hands down her spine to her derriere and grabbed on to both cheeks, growling a warning, perhaps becoming impatient. Pulling back enough to look into his eyes, she kissed him as she finally lined her opening up with the blunt head of his cock and arched enough to slide down on him a bit.

“Fuck, yeah,” he ground out as he tilted his head against hers. “So hot and wet, baby.”

Hot tingles raced through her body as her cunt stretched with his first thrust until she had to ease back a little. “You’re so big.”

“Go slow, Cassie.”

“I want it all,” she whispered, arching against him as she pushed down and wiggled her hips closer to his, taking a bit more of him inside her.

“God, that’s beautiful,” he murmured, his hands tightening on her butt cheeks as she circled her hips, the round and round motion wetting his hot length and making it easier to take him.

“Feels so good.” Her words were nearly incoherent, but with her head leaning on his shoulder, she felt him nod as he gripped her hips and rocked gently against her. He was incredibly thick, and she felt every hot inch of him slide against her stretched walls, the sensation incomparable to any prior experience.

“You’re killing me.” He panted, his head tilted back against the headboard so the low light glinted on the silver in his black hair. He was doing his best to be gentle and let her set the pace, but the strain showed in the set of his jaw.

Gripping his massive shoulders, she rose up and tilted her hips and arched her back as she slid down his length until she could go no farther and then arched and slammed down again. The tremors started in her entrance, and she began rocking against him hard as the trembling spread outward until she could no longer control her movements, but it wasn’t quite enough.

“Ivan! Oh, Ivan! I’m—”

Grasping her hips hard enough to leave marks, he thrust deep and her head spun as he took her down to the mattress, her hair landing around them in a cloud. He thrust hard again and again, and her entire sex tightened up almost to the point of pain as she took every inch of him and her climax exploded. His weight pressing her hips into the mattress provided heavenly friction as she arched and rocked beneath him, reveling in every divine wave of ecstasy.

“Can’t stop,” he growled as he fucked her hard.

“Don’t stop,” she urged, riding each thrust with him, marveling at the second orgasm looming on the heels of the first. “Oh, please don’t stop!”

Moving in rhythm with him, she fucked him hard, losing herself in the rapture as she chased her third and fourth climax. Each breath rasping in her throat, she held tight as he moved like a wild stallion above her, plunging deep and taking what he needed from her as well. She arched against him with each thrust and tugged with her pussy muscles until he drew a deep breath and then shouted, “Yes! Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, baby!”

His massive body stilled above hers, his weight supported by his arms so he didn’t crush her, and he went completely still and tense, his cock twitching deep inside her as he came. Gradually he relaxed again, and he immediately looked down at her.

Touching her cheek, he said, “I didn’t mean to be so rough. You make me…God, that was good. I don’t normally lose control.”

Her body vibrated, every muscle, every tendon, and every nerve. Even her hair follicles trembled with pleasure. An intense aftershock hit her, and she startled beneath him as her pussy squeezed his cock once more, drawing a gasp from him. She giggled. “I think you short-circuited me.”

He chuckled and started to pull back from her, but she wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered, “Stay, please. Don’t leave. Not yet.”

He rested his weight on his elbows and tilted down to make eye contact with her as he stroked her hair from her cheeks. “I don’t want to crush you.”

“Please, crush me,” she replied. “I’ve never…”

“Never what?”

“Never felt so…”

His kiss was fleeting and warm before he gazed into her eyes. “Loved?”

There it was. Now if it could last and grow. “Yes.” How else could she describe the sensation? Her thighs splayed wide open, his big body cradled between them, his thick cock still lodged and half-hard deep inside her, his heart beating a rapid rhythm against her breasts. The sensation verged on euphoria, and she never wanted to let go of him. “Yes.”

He tucked her to him and then rolled them over so she was now on top of him, his cock still penetrating her. The movement shifted him inside of her, and she moaned as her clit pulsed with pleasure. She giggled, surprised to find she was quite ready for another round when she’d been certain before that she’d want only a nice, quiet coma to recover in. The thought brought Samson to mind. So, perhaps she might have the sexual energy to deal with two men after all?

Some small noise got her attention, and she realized she’d dozed off when she opened her eyes and the moon was in a higher position in the window. She usually slept under several layers no matter the season. Just the idea of falling asleep with him, completely uncovered and kept warm by him, made her feel sexy.

He’d shifted her in her sleep so she was tucked against his side and one of her thighs was draped over his, held in place by his hand. Her hair was also spread out all across his chest, as if he’d been playing with the loose strands. Maybe he’d liked having her all over him as he’d fallen asleep. Her pussy tingled, and she realized he was awake as his hand slid over her hip, back and forth in a gentle caress.