Page 98 of Touch Me

I release the bar and grab her hips—pulling her away from the wall, I bend her at the waist. “Move, Cassie.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She’s been waiting for the instruction. She pushes against the wall and grinds her core on my cock, legs spread wide.

“Cassie.”

“Fuck me, Jace. Harder.”

Her moans bounce off the walls as I slam into her. Every muscle in my body tenses, my blood races through my veins. She raises her chest, arching her back and reaches her arms up and grabs the back of my neck. I hug her to my chest, one hand on her tits and the other reaches for her clit. I feel myself pushing in and out of her soaking wet pussy as I stroke her clit.

“Fuck. Oh god,” she moans.

“Do it, Cassie.”

“Jace, oh fuck.”

Cassie digs her nails into the back of my neck and falls apart around me, chanting my name. Her core convulses, and I feel a rush of heat. Her pussy squeezes me, and my mind finally gives up and lets my body take over—my spine contracts and my dick pulses streams of cum in her as I thrust over and over.

She releases my neck as she sags in my arms, both of us catching our breath.

What the fuck did I just do?

I kiss her neck once and pull back. Cassie turns slowly to face me, and before she can make eye contact, I grab two towels, hand her one, and walk out of the shower.

“Jace?”

I don’t answer, wrap the towel around my waist, and stalk to my closet. I hastily dry off, drop the towel, and pull on a pair of sweatpants. When I turn around, Cassie’s leaning on the doorframe, wrapped in her towel, a look of apprehension and confusion on her face.

I run my hands over my face and through my hair. “I’m sorry.”

She jerks back. “For what?”

“I, I got carried away. My brain wanted to run away, my, my body said keep going. It was like there was an internal war going on, and I couldn’t decide which side I was on. And everything just came out violent and brutal. I pushed you around, ordered you to do as I pleased. I’m so fucking sorry, Cassie.”

“Jace, I’m trying really hard not to smile at how fucking adorable you are because I know you’re upset.” She sidles her way into the closet and stands in front of me. “But if you couldn’t tell by my reaction in there, you just blew my fucking mind.”

“Don’t try to make me feel better.”

“Jace, I’ve had a lot of orgasms, but never one by someone else.”

I look down at her because she’s so close, and she’s looking up at me through her eyelashes, rocking her body nervously back and forth. It’s taking me a minute to process what she said.

“So that means...?”

“Yep. Just you. And my toys. And my hand.” She waves her hand wildly in front of me. “You get the point.”

“Well, that was unexpected news, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about the way I treated you. And I didn’t use a condom. I got caught up in the moment. I really fucked this all up.”

I brush past her and walk back into the bathroom. Not for any particular reason, I just felt the need to walk, or move, or escape.

“I’m on the pill,” she says, nonchalantly.

I turn to see she followed me. She looks wholly unperturbed.

“So you’re just okay with all of that?” I throw my hands up in the direction of the shower. “Everything that happened in there?”

“Yep.”

“Yep? That’s all you have to say?”

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