Page 62 of Lucifer's Hounds

“Oh. My. God. Woman, you are so fucking sexy.” Cass says breathless.

I simply grin because I’m not sure I have the energy to speak. The sound of his heart hammering in his chest at almost the same pace as mine is relaxing, comforting even.

I run my hand across his forehead, catching a drop of sweat before I trace my fingers up and down his back. He slowly climbs off me and disappears into the bathroom. I stay still, lying right where he left me, satisfied and happy while I listen to the water running in the bathroom.

Cass returns with a wet, warm towel in hand offering it to me. I place it between my legs then stand to clean myself up.

I saunter into the bathroom to wash the towel out and Cass follows right behind me. I bend over to turn the shower on, aware of Cass’s eyes searing into my skin with every move.

“Want some company?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Of course.” I take his hand as I step under the stream of hot water.

“Good, cause he’s awake again.” Cass motions downward, revealing that he is very much so still hard and ready.

“No, no. There’s at least a six-hour hold,” I say, my hand positioned in the center of his chest. His chest rumbles with laughter.

“What do you mean a six-hour hold?”

“You broke your toy. You have to wait six hours before you can play again.”

“That’s not fair,” Cass pouts.

“But that’s how this works.” I stomp my foot and cross my arms. Cass’s pout turns into a half-ass smile as he fights it.

“You’re so damn cute.”

He closes the distance between us, and I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him playfully on his cheek.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be good,” he says, placing his hands firmly on my hips to emphasize that they would stay there. I put my back to him, letting the water beat down on my face, then my chest.

I pour the tiny bottle of shampoo into my hand and lather my hair. Cass’s hands intertwine around mine, moving in sync with them for better access to massage my head.

“That’s so relaxing,” I whisper. When Cass stops, I realize I had relaxed into him, leaning all of my body weight against Cass’s chest.

“Sorry,” I say with a grin and stand up to rinse my hair. I lather a rag with the bar of soap and turn to face Cass.

“Turn around,” I say quietly. Cass obeys immediately. I begin with his shoulders, working my way down his back and when I’m done there, I guide him back around to face me.

I put my hands in the center of his chest and begin to bathe his chest, then his stomach, and down to his throbbing erection. Cass’s head lulls back against the shower wall and he takes in a sharp breath.

“Is this what you had in mind?” I ask, turning my head sideways inquisitively.

“What I had in mind wasn’t anything like...this. This is amazing,” Cass whispers.

I set the washcloth down on the shelf in the shower after lathering my hands with it. My hand strokes his length slowly,taunting Cass with every motion. He leans against the wall, eyes closed, lip trapped between his teeth. His tongue snakes out as he lets out a moan when I stroke him faster.

“You’re so fucking good at that. Oh my god, Lilly.”

I lather one hand with soap again while working him with the other, switching hands to make sure to keep it smooth and pleasurable for him. The sound of my name rolling off his tongue has me pooling between my thighs again. Cass’s fingers tightly grip the nape of my neck, pressing his lips firm against mine, his tongue inviting mine to dance. I swirl my tongue around his while my hand swirls the tip of his cock.

His hand glides down my body but I grab his wrist, pinning his hands above his head. He’s always the one in control, but it’s my turn for a taste of it. I nibble his earlobe lightly, my hand still sliding up and down him.

“Fuck,” Cass breathes on an exhale. His hands slide with ease from my grasp. They find my hips roughly, shoving me around. His palm rests in the middle of my back, bending me over.

He slowly inches inside me, somehow moving slowly and controlled despite how turned on he is. His pace is slow and he pumps in and out in long strokes.

“Cass, you feel amazing,” I moan, arching into him.

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