Page 60 of Hounds Ascend
I know he’s going to update his brothers and the rest of the guys on what is going on and what has already happened, but I can’t deny that I’m a little bit jealous. I’ve been missing him something fierce and want nothing more than to be selfish. Tell all these people to leave. Take Cass to bed. Curl up with him and talk for hours. Hear everything he has to say. Then rip his clothes off. Take my time pleasing him.Lovinghim.
I curl my hand around his arm, and he jolts. My fingers graze over something thick and wet. When the light from the kitchen shines on us, I see the blood. “I cut it. Easy, it hurts.”
“You need to clean it before it gets infected.”
“I will. In a little bit. First, I need to chat with some of theseguys.”
I nod and head upstairs, giving him privacy. I know what that means. When he has something to say, it’s usually done in private. I respect that, for the most part. I especially respect it when he’s no longer in danger and I can breathe easily knowing that he isn’t plotting to go put himself in danger again. Today, anyway.
The other ol’ ladies are asleep in our master bed and I don’t want to disturb them. Besides, I have a craft room upstairs that we put a few things in yesterday, including a futon. It has a black cushion and is put together with black painted metal. I curl up on it, telling myself I won’t get comfortable but I know better. I knew as soon as my head hits that soft cushion that I’d be dead to the world. Exhaustion from not sleeping is finally starting to kick in. Cass is here and safe and I am free of worry for the moment. Free of worry long enough to drift off into a peaceful slumber.
I wake sometime in the middle of the morning to a clean-scented Cass curled behind me. His strong, smooth arms are wrapped around my waist and our bodies are flush against one another. I inhale deeply the scent of Cass mixed with soap and exhale until my entire body relaxes. Cass’s hand that rests on my lower stomach begins rubbing circles on my skin. He moves feather-light touches from my panty line, up to my bra and back down again.
My breath hitches as each time his hand dips further beneath my underwear until his fingers are spreading my lips. He’s teasingthe hell out of me. I didn’t even notice how worked up he’d gotten me until I realize I’m damn near panting.
This time, when his hand slowly trails back beneath my underwear, it doesn’t come back out. He spreads me open and presses on my swollen clit, rolling it beneath his fingers. He dips a finger into my slick pussy before spreading my wetness up to my clit, rubbing circles. Hushed moans escape my throat and my hands are gripping the rail above us. Cass’s free hand snakes around my head, his hand firmly pressed over my mouth, muffling the screams that beckon to be unleashed.
He moves his finger faster and faster, giving me that familiar building sensation I’m quickly growing addicted to. My tongue snakes across one of his fingers that cover my mouth, to which he responds by inserting one into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and suck hard before I jerk my head back, freeing myself of his hand on my mouth. I sit up, stopping his motion and slip the pair of pajama pants he has on down his hips, freeing his hard length. I lean forward, slipping my own pants underwear off and giving him the perfect angle to continue the torture he’d begun as I spread my legs wide for him.
Without warning, I swallow him whole until he’s halfway down my throat and my eyes are starting to water. The guttural moan I get is reward enough as I slowly ease up then back down again. He isn’t the only one with a method of torturous pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. I know you missed me,” he whispers, his free hand tangling in my hair while the other works ferventlybetween my legs. The better I make him feel, the better he makes me feel.
From this angle, it’s a win-win because damn does it feel so motherfucking good to make him feel so motherfucking good. I speed up my movements, sucking him fast and hard when utter pleasure nearly consumes me. Cass has replaced his fingers with his tongue, devouring my clit like it is the only meal he’ll ever eat in his lifetime. My moans vibrate around his hard dick, shoved deep in the back of my throat. He moans as his tongue continues to lap up every drop of wetness my body would give.
I’m building again and this time I’m not going to let him stop until I come all over his face. My hips begin to move, pressing my pussy into his mouth. I push on his stomach, rolling him from his side to his back and toss my leg over his head. I’m straddling his face and begin rocking my hips. The better it feels, the faster and harder I suck his cock. Sitting straight up for a better angle, I replace my lips with my hands. With one hand, I stroke him from tip to base, pounding his dick as he moans beneath me. I ride his face and my other hand massages his balls, squeezing lightly with each stroke.
Cass is making noises I’ve never heard him make before and the sound of him being pleasured makes me come. My orgasm consumes me while I continue to fist him in my hands. Screams wrack through me as my body convulses, but I never lose my pace. I’m rewarded with Cass’s release spilling over my hand as he moans, his mouth still hot on my pussy. I keep going, not wanting to stop while he’s mid-orgasm.
His moans slow and his body goes completely slack as I lift myself from him and hop out of the bed. I scan the room in search of a rag…a towel…anything. The boxes along the wall are labeled. I say a silent thank you when I see a box labeled ‘House Stuff’ knowing that I packed towels and rags in there when I packed up my house the first time.
I pull the box down and dig a rag out. I wipe my hand as best I can before handing it to a sated and happy Cass.
He sits up slowly and leans against the back of the futon. “Fuck, me.”
The look on his face says it all. His eyes are half-lidded, a happy smile is spread across his lips and his head is tossed back resting on the top of the cushion. He moves in slow motion as he grabs the rag from me and rests it in his lap.
“I would, but after that orgasm I don’t think you want to move,” I say, leaning up to kiss his cheek affectionately.
“You’re so right. I don’t even want to lay back down. I just wanna sit here and bask in the pleasure that is you. I don’t know what you did, but fuck have I been missing out until now.”
I grin and rest my head on his shoulder. “So, that’s definitely in the top ten, then?”
“Top ten? Shit, that’s top two. And I only say two because at this very moment I can’t remember one ever being more fucking amazing than that.That’swhat I’ve been missing out on?” he asks in disbelief. It was like I’d just told him the sky was green, and he was seeing it for the first time.
I giggle at him being so awestruck, but I don’twant to move either. I had a great orgasm and I was finally in his arms, or at least close enough for now. Cass wipes up with the rag and tosses it aside. It lands inside of a box a few feet away, but neither one of us care enough to move at this point.
Cass finally rolls onto his back, laying down so that I can curl up with him. Now I am certainly ready for sleep. He rubs my arm mindlessly as I lay in the curve of his arm, my head resting on top of his shoulder. His chin comes to rest right above my forehead and my entire body relaxes. Within seconds, he is snoring. I smile and let the sound of his snores lull me to sleep. For once, I don’t have thoughts. I am just happy.
Chapter Thirteen
Lilly
Iwake later on in the day, shivering. We were hot and heavy when we went to sleep, but once our body temperatures had leveled out, it got a tidbit chilly. I found myself curling further and further into Cass in an attempt to stay warm. I’d doze off and wake up shortly thereafter shivering again. When I could no longer fall asleep because I was so cold, I ease my way off of Cass. I tug on my pants and tiptoe to the door, easing it shut behind me.
I let out a breath at my escape. I know Cass has to be worn out and I want to let him rest as much as possible. I’m not sure what last night consisted of, but I’m sure that lives were lost. I’m also sure that Cass was in some sort of altercation based on the gash on his arm. The house is quiet as I make my way down the staircase. Once I’m downstairs, I hear movement and chatter. The size of this house is still baffling to me. It is surreal that this place is mine to call home.
I follow the smell of food to the kitchen where I find Mindy and Linc sitting at the bar with Lucy, Shorty, Leo, and Carrie, who’s cooking something on the stove. Mindy’s eyes light up when she spots me, making everyone else stare in my direction.
