Page 110 of Proof

“It’s not a fair fight,” I blustered as he continued to tease me. “Untie me and I’ll?—”

Cass chose that moment to slide his finger deep into my body. He grazed my prostate.

“Fine, fine, you win. Now untie me, you asshole, and fuck me!” I hissed.

Having my wrists tied to the door’s armrest hadn’t been part of the original plan, but when it came to Cass, nothing about making love with him was planned. When we’d finally had intercourse for the first time, it had been at my own house and on the kitchen table, no less. Sully had been working late but that hadn’t meant he couldn’t have walked in at any moment. The idea of getting caught doing it on the table my brother, Cass,and I ate on every day had made me come with just a few hard thrusts of Cass’s condom-covered dick.

Instead of coming himself, Cass had kept me lying on the table, spread-eagled, so he could toy with me until I was hard again. Then he’d sat down on one of the chairs, the one I usually sat in, and practically dragged me onto his lap. He’d made it so my back was pressed to his front. The position had given me some control over the pace, but truth be told, I hadn’t wanted control. Cass had made slow, passionate love to me, all while whispering how much he loved me in my ear along with other endearments and praise. He had stroked my dick as he’d thrust into me and by the time he’d bucked up into me, filling the condom, I’d been spewing my load all over the place.

Cass and I had spent several frantic minutes cleaning up all the remnants of cum we could find, and we’d been in the process of putting our clothes on as Sully’s truck had pulled into the driveway. My ass had been on fire as we’d sat at the table. The mere thought of what Cass had done to me on the table and the chair had gotten me squirming to the point that Sully had asked me what was wrong as he’d reached for his second slice of pizza. I’d sputtered some lame excuse about my ass itching, which had made Cass laugh so hard that he’d nearly choked on his pizza.

My brother had looked at both of us like we were insane. The worst part had come when Sully had gotten up to take his dishes to the sink. As tall as my brother was, he’d nearly hit his head on the chandelier above the kitchen. That was when Cass and I had noticed a couple drops of semen dangling precariously from the light fixture. Cass had smiled in amusement while I’d been horrified. I’d had to knock over my glass of water to distract Sully. When he had gone in search of a kitchen towel just beneath the sink, I’d stood up and swiped at the drops with my napkin.

Now, as Cass reached for the soft rope he’d used to tie me up with, I took full advantage of his attempt to get the circulation flowing in my wrists. I distracted him with my mouth and just like that, I looped the rope around his wrists sohewas tied to the armrest. I kept the bonds loose enough that Cass could easily slide out of them, but he didn’t. “Hmmm, you have me where you want me, but whatever will you do with me?” he asked.

“Shut up,” I snapped. I grabbed his ass and dragged him forward so he was tucked against my body. I maneuvered his dick to my opening. “Fuck me,” I ordered, though I kept my voice soft. As hot as what Cass had been doing to me was, I still wanted the fucking to really be making love.

His mouth dropped down to cover mine and then he lifted his head so we could look each other in the eye. I still had one hand on his dick. I left it there until the head of his cock pushed into me. All the laughter was gone as Cass began to rock in and out of me, going deeper each time. I had my hands on his ass and my hips lifted enough that I could control the pace. The intensity and uninhibited love in his eyes had me easing back on the pressure on his ass.

“Another first for us,” I whispered.

Cass was the one who was struggling to breathe now. I had yet to fuck him, so I didn’t know exactly what he was feeling, but I knew what his hot, bare dick felt like as it glided in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace. I could feel his ass muscles flexing beneath my palms as he rolled his hips over mine.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last,” I admitted.

“Me neither,” he said as he increased the pace of his thrusts. “We’ve got forever to get the timing just right.” Cass smiled.

“Forever sounds good.” I reached up with one hand to undo the rope around Cass’s wrists. His hands immediately cupped my cheeks. I moaned as his tongue mated with mine. He began to pound into me, each stroke harder than the one before.

My cock was trapped between our bodies, but the way Cass’s abdomen was sliding over the shaft, I knew my already over-sensitized dick wouldn’t need any more stimulation.

“Love you so much,” Cass growled. He put one hand against the door and grabbed my ass with his other hand. He began ramming into me as sweat drenched his forehead. I kept one hand on his back while I used the other to push his hair out of his face so I could really see him. Between our shared moans and grunts, I knew we were both right there. I wished I could see the Mustang from the outside as it rocked back and forth. Cass’s hand was the only thing keeping my head from hitting the door. His other hand lifted one of my legs so it was over his shoulder. He was as deep inside of me as he could get, but his frenzied pounding and the slapping of his heavy balls against my ass was proof that it wasn’t enough. The new position meant the hand of the arm he was using to brace my leg was free. I closed my eyes as the near painful feel of his long fingers wrapping around my dick ripped through me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cass yelled as he rammed into me several more times, nailing my prostate in the process. I shouted when the orgasm hit. It rolled over me in waves as my dick shot streams of cum everywhere. Cass slammed into me one final time. He’d moved his arm so he could hold on to my thigh. When his release began to fill me, he gripped my leg hard, holding me in place as his dick continued to spill inside of me. The sensation of his hot juices coating my insides had more spunk coming out of me every time my body jerked with an aftershock. Whenever his dick pushed forward despite having nowhere to go, another aftershock hit me, causing me to squeeze my inner muscles, which then set him off again. It seemed to last forever.

Cass collapsed on top of me, his heavier weight pushing me into the leather seats beneath me. Between my sweat and my cum, he was going to get his wish. The car would smell like mefor a while. It would smell like him too, because even though his dick was still inside of me, I could feel his semen seeping out of my ass.

Neither of us spoke as we both caught our breath and continued to let the aftermath of the orgasm hold our bodies captive.

A lot had changed in the span of just a few weeks, but I knew that what we were feeling now would be forever.

As much as I liked having Cass all to myself, I was glad that besides me and Sully, Cass was getting to spend time with both his father and little brother. Chandler Ashby was still recovering in the hospital. He’d had multiple surgeries to deal with all the damage the bullet had done, but he was awake and talking.

To both his sons.

Charlie had reconnected with his father as easily as if they’d never been apart. Cass’s relationship with his father was going to take time to rebuild.

A lot of time.

The sheer volume of lies Patricia Ashby had fed to Cass over the years had been beyond what he could have imagined. Cass’s motherhadn’thad cancer prior to conceiving Cass. She’d died of ovarian cancer a year after his birth. The relationship between Cass’s mother and father had been one bound in love and Chandler had never once cheated on her.

Patricia hadn’t approved of Jaqueline Croft for her son because of her “breeding.” Cass’s grandmother had viewed Cass’s mother as being below the Ashby’s social station. Jaqueline hadn’t come from money, she hadn’t been a part of the elite “society,” and she’d had what Patricia Ashby had deemed a failure of a career. Cass’s mother had been an elementary school teacher and she’d loved every moment of it. In one of Chandler Ashby’s few moments of independence from his overbearing mother, he’d eloped with the love of his life. When he’d lost her acouple years later, Chandler had been so stricken with grief that he’d handed Cass off to his own mother. By the time Chandler had tried to get him back, Patricia had held enough power to get official custody of Cass.

Chandler had admitted to Cass that he hadn’t fought hard enough for his first son and that he’d been too lost in drugs and alcohol to make sense of the death of Cass’s half sister, Allison. When he’d sobered up long enough to accept it, he’d compartmentalized it in the same way Cass had escaped the horrors of prison. Chandler, like so many others, had been pulled into Patricia Ashby’s world where control meant power and power meant money. Patricia had bullied and manipulated her son from the time he’d been a child, and Chandler’s father hadn’t had the strength to go against his wife, a woman he’d truly loved at one point. The cycle had continued with each new Ashby male heir, but it had been broken with Cass when he’d met my family and had learned what being part of a family really meant. Unwilling to let Cass go even after his time in the military, she’d been planning on getting him back under her control.

That was where I’d gotten in the way.

There were many loose ends to deal with, including the location of Charlie’s mother. Discovering who all the people were who’d aided Patricia was proving to be a challenge. The twisted irony of it all was that she had been smart enough, strong enough, and driven enough to run the Ashby empire without the need for an Ashby male to be the face of the company.

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