When there’s a change in guards on the schedule, I decide to hide out at midnight to see if either of the men turn up.
I’m still in my hallway when I hear hurried footsteps upstairs on the third floor. It sounds like a door in the kitchen opens and closes, then the steps stop. Someone’s…in the pantry, maybe? That’s the only door I know of in the kitchen. Why the hell would Sophie or Cass go in a pantry? They wouldn’t unless they were waiting for someone. Is one of the guards too scared to sneak into Cass’s room? As if the kitchen pantry is better for clandestine meetings?
I wait on the second floor to see who will come up to join Cass. The guard on the midnight patrol comes into the penthouse, closing the front door softly behind him. Then he climbs up the first, the second, and onto the forbidden third floor. That’s when I follow him from a distance in my pajama bottoms and socked feet to keep the sound down.
As soon as he gets up to the kitchen on the landing, he veers to the left. The pantry door opens and closes again, which means there are now two people in the narrow closet.
With my new phone in my hand, already full of Cass’s videos and photos I forwarded from the asshole’s device, I sneak into the kitchen. I turn on the flashlight and camera app when I'm standing outside the pantry. It becomes even more clear that my hunch was right when I hear a masculine groan.
I’m dying to see what they’re doing on the other side while at the same time afraid to fucking look. Seeing some asshole acting out the shit I’ve only been able to do with Cass in my fantasies is going to suck. I want to be him, whoever he is, at least for the next few minutes. I want it to be me she’s touching, and me who gets to be inside of her. She wouldn’t need to use her fingers or toys around me because I would be there to pleasure her whenever she wanted, unlike these guard pussies who can only spare a few minutes every few hours every few weeks.
Unable to wait a second longer to find out what they’re doing on the other side of the door, I turn the handle of the doorknob that of course doesn't have a lock, and immediately start snapping photos with the flash on my phone before my eyes can even take in the scene.
When they do, my dick twitches with enthusiastic interest.
Cass is kneeling on the floor, completely fucking naked, her long red waves flowing down her back. Her tee or sleepshirt is tossed to the side, her right hand is shoved between her legs, and her left is on the base of the guard’s cock that’s still in her open mouth. He’s still fully dressed in his black suit jacket, pants around his ankles. He stands there frozen, staring at me with a look of terror on his face, the whites of his eyes showing, his jaw gaping open.
“Wow,” I mutter, unable to speak any other words. I was severely unprepared for how damn hot the sight of Cass naked on her knees sucking off a man would be. She doesn't even get in a hurry when she pulls her lips off his dick that's not very long or very hard anymore if it ever was.
“Please...” the man croaks out.
“Please what?” I ask. “Please don't send these photos to Dante?”
When I shine the light from my phone that was mainly on Cass up into his eyes he winces and nods.
“Give me your phone and your gun.”
With a shaking hand, he pulls up his pants to remove both, giving me the gun first, then his phone.
“Now get the fuck out of here, quit, and don’t think about coming back.”
He rushes to tuck his dick back into his pants, hurrying past me in the pantry doorway while still zipping up.
“You're an asshole,” Cass remarks before she swipes her fingers over her lips then presses both of her palms on the floor as if to push herself up.
“Don't get up just yet. I like seeing you naked on your knees,” I tell her. Before she can move, I place the guard’s gun and phone on one of the higher shelves in the pantry, keeping them out of her reach, as I step inside the small space and slip my phone into my pocket. Shutting the door behind me, I flip the switch for the overhead lights, crowding her in the small, illuminated space between the shelves full of food on either side of us. I’m standing so close to her that if she turned her head toward me, her nose would brush my pelvis. From looking down at her from this angle, I have a great view of her tits.
“Are you the reason Lowell was a no show the other night?” she asks with her eyes still lowered while mine trace her puckered nipples.
“Yes.” Speaking that one word is harder than it should be.
“You took his phone and his gun too?”
“I did.” Grabbing the shelves on either side of the pantry so she can’t leave without going through me, I add, “You really shouldn’t send pornographic images and videos to random assholes.”
A blush spreads across her freckled cheeks then down her neck, as if she’s more embarrassed that I saw her masturbating than she is that I caught her with a dick in her mouth. That’s why I find myself admitting to her, “My dick is raw from all the times I watched you fuck yourself.”
She snorts at that, making her big, heavy tits bounce. I barely hold in a groan.
Still, I manage to say, “Twenty fingers, two tongues, and two cocks weren’t enough for you? Or is it even more than that? How many guards are you trying to get murdered, Cassie?”
She wipes her mouth again with the fingers from her left hand, making me remember where her right hand recently was, then instead of answering my questions asks, “Where have you been?”
That was definitely not the next question I was expecting. I figured she would tell me it was none of my business or to go fuck myself some more. It takes me a moment to comprehend that she’s not asking where was I earlier tonight, but where have I been the past few days.
“I’ve been out.” Leaning down, I grab her right wrist and lift her fingers to my mouth to suck them dry, then lick each one of them, making Cass shiver. When I’m done, I drop her wrist.
She fists her now damp right hand. “Out?” she repeats as if not satisfied with my response and my finger licking didn’t interrupt our conversation.