Page 20 of Blue Lines and Lullabies

“Are you worried about blurring the lines?” he asks.

I hesitate, wondering if I should be honest, or feed him a line about this being just one time. To scratch an itch. To get rid of this stifling energy that hovers over us whenever we’re together. Anything. But what comes out is, “The lines were blurred the moment I stepped into your bedroom that first night.”

Gabe

She’s right. The lines are blurred. Hell, there aren’t any lines. I’ve been creeping around her for days, trying towillmy dick to behave. Being in close proximity to her has been torture. I forgot how responsive she is. Our chemistry is exceptional, and I know in my soul that I don’t want this to be the only time for this. But I’m afraid to say anything.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” Cassie says shyly.

I nod in agreement. That’s better than a firm no, so I’ll take it.

Her lips meet mine in a soft kiss. It’s tender, so different from anything we’ve experienced so far. I let her take control, and I feel her tongue tentatively touch the seam of my lips before slowly sliding in to touch mine. She whimpers into my mouth, and I wonder if she’s tasting herself. She shifts, almost imperceptibly, and the heat from her bare and sopping wet pussy soaks through my joggers, making my cock like fucking steel.

Breaking off the kiss, I pat her ass. “Can you go grab my wallet? Think I’ve got a condom in there.”

Cassie quickly jumps up, and I have an insane vision of her in nothing but my jersey as I watch her prance over to the table where my wallet is. The thought of coming home one night and finding her in just my jersey, begging me to fuck her … damn.

I immediately peel down my joggers and kick them off as she walks back to me. Cassie straddles my lap, circling right above the tip, and gasps when it hits her clit perfectly. “Put the condom on, baby.”

Cassie’s hands shake ever so slightly as she rips open the package and gently slides the condom down my length. Just the slight touch of her fingers has me hissing in pleasure and need. I can’t remember the last time I was this anxious to fuck someone. I feel like my body is so tense that the moment she sinks down on me, I won’t be able to keep from rutting into her. I think I might lose control in her.

“Gabe,” she whispers. Our eyes meet, and her gaze is heavy. A beautiful flush covers Cassie’s cheeks and neck, and I’m desperate to see if it trails down to her tits. I pull her shirt off as she slowly positions me, then slams herself down.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan as I lean forward and bite her nipple through her bra. My hands find her hips to encourage her to move faster. Her cries of pleasure reverberate around the room, and I grab her head to bring it to mine. “Don’t wake Mackenzie.”

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” she says, a stricken expression covering her face.

“Don’t apologize. Kiss me. Any sound you make, I’ll swallow it. Be as loud as you want, baby. Don’t hold back,” I tell her, crashing our lips together as I quicken the pace again. Cassie doesn’t stay quiet. Her mewls and cries are like a balm to my soul; her nails digging into my shoulders are reaching in to grab hold of my heart. The closer we both get to orgasm, the more attached we become. I can’t see where she ends, and I begin. Cassie buries her head in my neck, her hair blanketing my body.

“I’m almost there,” she whispers in my ear, and I’m relieved to hear it because I’m two seconds from blowing without her. Reaching around, I press my forefinger against her tight rosebud, and that’s all it takes for Cassie to stiffen in my arms. She throws her head back and whispers my name as she comes. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing, and it sets off my own explosive orgasm. Cassie collapses against me as we both try to catch our breath.

Damn. It’s not how I saw the night going, but I’m not complaining.

“That was …” Cassie trails off.

“Intense,” I finish.

“Yeah.”

“Are you okay?” we both ask simultaneously, then laugh together.

“I’m great,” she says with a light giggle. “Can’t complain.”

“I meant with this happening at all. You were saying you didn’t want to blur the lines.”

“I also meant what I said when I told you the lines were blurred ages ago.” Cassie gingerly slides off of me, wincing as she collapses beside me on the couch. “I forgot how big you are. I’m gonna be feeling this tomorrow.”

“I’d apologize, but I’m not even a little bit sorry,” I tell her cheerfully.

She laughs as she stretches her legs out. “Clearly.”

I let a moment of silence pass before clearing my throat. “But we’re good? I don’t want to leave tomorrow with things left unsaid.”

Cassie sighs. “I’m not sure what I want to say just yet. I think I need some time to process what just happened.”

“Oh,” I say, the wind knocked out of my sails. “Okay.”

“Guess it’s good you’ll be gone for ten days, huh,” she jokes, but I don’t laugh. I debate on telling her that tonight was eye-opening for me. How it affirmed what I’ve been feeling since I met her, and that I want more. But before I can, Cassie stands up, retrieves her pants and underwear, and turns to me. “If Mackenzie is asleep when you leave in the morning, just bring me the monitor. She’s been sleeping in a little later every morning this week.”

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