Chapter Twenty-Four

They were barely in the bedroom"s door when Cassidy turned and kissed them. She was perfectly naked, her skin hot as she pressed against them and Lane groaned.

"God," she murmured, this time pushing them against the wall, her lips against their throat. "I can't believe what you just did to me." Her voice hitched, her lips against their chest now. "I'm even more mad about all the times you worked me up then turned me loose." There was a smile in her voice and Lane's teeth sunk into their bottom lip as she bit their nipple.

"If it helps," they managed, their voice slightly husky, hitching as her teeth scraped by them again, "I suffered, too."

"Mm. Did you?" Cassidy pulled back to examine them, her eyes both dark and interested. Her thumbs were sliding back and forth over their abs, then their lower abs, and Lane felt like they were going to come out of their own skin.

"Yeah," their voice hitched into a gasp as her fingers slipped just inside the waistband of their swim shorts.

"Lane," she murmured. "Show me how to make you feel good." Her eyes were both vulnerable and hungry and Lane swallowed hard. "Please," she murmured, "right now." Lane felt hazy, drinking her in and she bit her lip deliberately, gazing at them from under her lashes. "Are you going to make me beg?" she said plaintively and Lane felt the throb she was very wilfully inducing.

Watching her face, they took her hand and helped her slip it inside their shorts, guiding her to where they desperately needed her. Cassidy gasped, her eyes going wide, her teeth sinking into her lip again.

"How do you like to be touched?" she whispered and Lane shivered.

"Just like, back and forth," they managed, their voice a little shaky. "Kinda firm."

Cassidy did what they'd asked, and Lane sucked in a sharp breath.

"Like that?" she murmured, and they nodded fast. The angle was slightly awkward with the waistband of their pants trapping her forearm, but she watched their face attentively, her fingers moving in a ceaseless rhythm, an eager student.

They watched her too, hungrily. She noticed and arched her back, adding an unnecessary thrust to her movements so her breasts bounced just a little with every forward motion. Lane moaned as they watched her spur them on with her body.

"God, Lane," she whispered, "I like this so much." Her expression was awed, her breath hitching with desire. "Can I take your shorts off?"

"Not yet," they managed as her fingers drove them higher. "I like watching you struggle."

Her breath escaped in a gasp, her eyes flashing with heat. She leaned in and bit their pec again, her tongue lavishing their nipple and Lane began to spasm. She felt it and pulled back again, rocking her hips up in little bursts as she moved her fingers, exaggerating her struggle and arching back for them as she tilted her body up toward them.

"Oh fuck, Cassie." They could barely breathe and she watched through her lashes as Lane's hips moved in hungry jerks as sensation overwhelmed them in ferocious hot waves and they came desperately hard against her hand. Cassidy kissed them as they gasped and when Lane opened their eyes, somehow they'd both slid to the ground, like no one's legs could hold them up any longer against the onslaught of pleasure.

Cassidy started laughing from underneath them on the floor.

"We almost made it to bed." She twisted her head slightly and when Lane followed her line of sight they saw the bed, less than a foot from their heads. They chuckled shakily and kissed her deeply before extricating themself.

They pulled themself up and helped her to her feet, before they scooped her up in their arms and carried her romantically, impressively, for precisely one step before dropping her onto the bed with a rough bounce. She squealed and grabbed for them, missing and they grinned down at her then pressed her soft body into the covers with their kiss.

When she stopped laughing, she sighed at the weight of their body on top of her, her hands running from their shoulders down to their hips and back again.

"You feel so good," she whispered. Lane pulled back and aside, just enough to see her pretty face, stroking her hair back, disbelief flooding them that Cassidy actually was here, in their bed, right where they'd always secretly wanted her. "You know you're the first person to ever make me come?" she murmured, her lashes low, her blue eyes dreamy. "I'm a little bit concerned I might get addicted to it."

"Yeah," said Lane, "I mean, I don't know how I'd cope," they told her, sliding their hand down over the delicious curve of her ass, "if you started wanting to get fucked all the time." They pulled her harder against their body as her breath caught.

"As I remember it, you promised to make me come for hours," Cassidy's voice hitched, "and that was months ago." Lane smiled at her attempt at an indignant tone. It was ruined by the little cry she let out as Lane bent their head and tugged her nipple gently between their lips, running their tongue around it, feeling it jump up hard in response.

"You know what I've been wanting for months?" they pulled back and asked. She shook her head, her breath a little short and Lane let their hand wander down her body to stroke just one finger along the tiny tease of hair. They looked her in the eye. "To taste you."

Cassidy whimpered.

"I think about it all the time." Lane's finger stroked again. "Like, all the time. Basically every time I see you," they confessed. "Ever since you told me you've never been kissed there…it's always made me want to lick you for hours." A ragged sound escaped her and Lane raised an eyebrow. "Is that a yes?" they teased and Cassidy tried hard to glare.

Lane didn't move though, instead kissing her throat, toying mercilessly with her nipples and running light fingers over her ass until Cassidy looked like she was about to come out of her skin.

"Is this you wanting me to beg?" she gasped finally. "Because I'm there. Please."

Lane smirked at her.

"This is all it takes for you to grow manners, huh?"

"Lane, I swear to god-"

Cassidy's voice cut out entirely as Lane slipped down her body and pressed between her thighs. Deliberately, they moved in close and breathed her in, before taking one soft slow lick.

"Ohgod." Cassidy's voice shook. Lane licked her again, lingeringly. "Ohhh," she breathed, like a revelation as they swirled their tongue softly against her. They pulled back to see her lying back, face flushed, lips parted, arms flung above her head, her blue eyes slightly glazed.

"Try not to come too quickly?" Lane murmured. "You taste so good, I'm going to want to lick you all night."

Cassidy whimpered and Lane slipped their tongue against her, soft and insistent. The request not to come was a psych out and they knew it; Cassidy's thighs were already trembling. They also knew how often girls tensed up when you went down on them, worrying they were taking too long, worrying you weren't loving every second of it. There was no way they were letting Cassidy feel any of that. Besides, it wasn't a lie. Going down on Cassidy was their wettest of wet dreams.

Every moment of it lived up to Lane's fantasies and beyond. The little sounds of shocked pleasure she made, the fast press of her hips as she lost herself in sensation, the tremble of her body as she came helplessly hard against Lane's mouth first in silence and then loudly. Lane liked girls a lot; Lane had had plenty of girls. But Cassidy's thighs clamping tightly around their head as she got Lane's whole damn face wet was hands down the hottest experience of their life.

When she stopped shuddering, Lane nuzzled their face into her abdomen, using her body to wipe off some of the wetness and she literally giggled, a sound Lane had never heard come out of her mouth before. They kissed her deliberately with her own taste on their tongue and she grabbed them close and wouldn't let go, her legs still trembling.

They lay in the sheets together, making out for a long time. Then, Lane's phone sounded from somewhere in the living room.

"Don't you dare." Cassidy grabbed them tight and Lane smirked, kissed her, and slipped from her arms. They silenced the phone and came back into the bedroom, looking down at Cassidy. She looked incredibly beautiful, her lips kiss-swollen, her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed.

"So the thing is-"

"Do not say work, Lane-" she interrupted quickly.

"I have to go to work."

Cassidy groaned, and they sat down on the covers next to her, leaning in to kiss her warm throat.

"Wait," she said, wriggling out of reach, "how was that supposed to work with your date with Mia?" She shot them a look.

"I guess I maybe kind of wanted a back out plan," they admitted with a trace of shame. They knew they had some making up to do there.

Cassidy shook her head at them but her eyes had gotten soft.

"You were cutting things really fine there," she observed after a moment, reaching up and running her fingers through their hair. "If that alarm had gone off fifteen minutes ago…I would literally have died. Or," she mused, "had you murdered."

Lane grinned.

"If that alarm went off fifteen minutes ago you wouldn't have even noticed," they said with a trace of smugness and she rolled her eyes and smiled. Her face was more relaxed than they'd ever seen her look before and her eyelids looked heavy. "I'm only going for two hours," they told her. "Brynn and Savannah are aiming for some kind of romantic at home dinner, since it's too hard to go out right now. You should stay. I mean, if you want."

"If you mean, do I want you to come back and finish what you started," Cassidy raised her eyebrows, "the answer is yes."

"Well," said Lane, kissing her quickly and standing back up. "Get some rest then. You'll need it."

She was asleep by the time they got out of the shower.

"Hey," Lane greeted Brynn as they slid the door to the main house open and found her and Tucker in the living room, watching on as Tucker played Mario Kart. She looked up.

"Hey!" she said, with a wide smile, her eyes extra bright. Lane smiled back. She was obviously happy to be getting some alone time with her wife. Savannah tripped into the room, looking bright and beautiful, like she was headed out to an actual restaurant and not just to their own balcony upstairs.

"Lane," she said, her brow furrowing. "Do you know where Cassidy is? I haven't seen her all afternoon and she's not answering her phone."

Lane concentrated very fucking hard on looking nonchalant.

"She's fine," they assured her. "She's been hanging out at my place."

"Oh!" Savannah looked relieved. "Is she back now?"

"Um," Lane took a breath, "no. She's actually asleep, I think."

"Seriously?" Savannah said, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raising. "Is she annoying you being over there?"

"No," Lane just about managed. "She's fine."

"Honestly, would it kill her to answer her phone though?" Savannah said with a sigh. "I don't know what I bothered to give her one for otherwise."

"I mean, I actually don't think she had it on her," Lane remembered. "She came over from the pool, like, in her swimsuit."

"Aren't girls her age usually attached to their damn phones? She didn't think to go check it even once, for hours? I thought she was dead." Savannah rolled her eyes. Brynn had been watching the exchange with intense amusement.

"Honey," she said now. "Lane is about to pass out."

"What?" Savannah looked at them with concern. "What's wrong?"

"Do you need a recap?" Brynn said, her eyes sparkling with held-back laughter. "Your sister went over to Lane's place a couple of hours ago in nothing but a bikini. She's currently passed out in their bed and you're quizzing Lane about what she's been up to for all the time in between?"

Lane nearly died. Like actually. Savannah looked at them closely and Lane screwed their eyes tightly shut, unable to deal with the scrutiny. When they opened them again, Savannah was nodding slowly. And she didn't stop. It was like her head was on a spring.

"Oh," she said, still nodding. "Right…"

Then Emmeline started to cry from the next room and she looked at Lane for another beat then turned to go and soothe her child.

"Shit!" Lane looked at Brynn, feeling panicked. "Is she going to murder me? Fire me?"

Brynn shook her head, grinning.

"I'm pretty sure she's in there practicing that whole ‘if you hurt them I'll hunt you down' speech," she told them.

"I won't hurt her," Lane said tightly, adamant, and Brynn laughed out loud.

"The speech is for Cassidy," she told them. "Oh my god, your face when Savannah asked if she was annoying you," she cackled. "Priceless."

"Fuuuck!" Lane slapped their forehead. "Was I obvious?"

"You were when you were making out with her on the front lawn all afternoon, in direct view of the house," Brynn told them smugly. "I looked out to see what the weather was doing. When I looked again about six hours later, you were still at it."

"Oh, Jesus." Lane was pretty sure their face would never return to normal temperature.

"Y'all," Brynn said, "are cute as fuck."

"You knew?"

"You forget I have one of my own," Brynn said with a smile. "I'd know that look in those eyes from a hundred feet away. That girl has been driving herself crazy over you." Lane looked down, unable to hide the slight undeniable ping of joy at that. "And you." Brynn smirked. "Oh man, it's so satisfying seeing you get knocked sideways."

"Alright." Lane rolled their eyes, trying their hardest not to grin.

"I've never seen you get worked up about anything, let alone a girl," she continued. "Especially one who can run rings around you."

"I can hold my own," Lane protested. Brynn snorted.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too. Good luck."

A couple of hours later, Lane returned home to one hell of a sight. There, in their kitchen, stood Cassidy, her back turned, leaning slightly over the bench polishing off the last of the sweet green grapes Lane had been saving. She was wearing one of Lane's boxy white t-shirts and, from the extent of the bare skin on show beneath it, absolutely nothing else. Lane's body went from zero to one-hundred in an instant.

"Hey," they said, their tone low. Cassidy turned around and their eyes met. She smiled. She was the prettiest girl Lane had ever seen in their life and she was in their house, wearing their clothes.

"Hey," she replied. Her smile didn't falter as Lane stayed still, staring at her.

"I like your outfit," they said eventually, already imagining taking it off her.

Cassidy looked down.

"I'm so going to have to sneak in when I go home," she said. "All I have to wear is my bikini or your clothes. So that won't be obvious at all." She raised her eyebrows.

"What I'm hearing," Lane took a step towards her, "is that you're basically trapped inside my house with no clothes."

She bit her lip, her eyes on them.

"That's right."

Lane took another step and she took one sideways, her eyelashes lowering coyly. They watched her hungrily and she dodged past them, backing away through the living room, her bedroom eyes unmistakable as she made them chase her.

Lane followed, letting her stay just one step ahead, catching her just before the back of her knees hit the bed, the two of them falling into the sheets, Cassidy pulling them down on top of her. Their hand was already sliding under the loose t-shirt as they kissed her.

"Fuck," they swore as their hands found her heated skin and soft curves, rediscovering her body all over again.

"Mm." Cassidy pulled Lane's shirt off over their head and tugged at their shorts until they were down to their men's briefs, white against their tanned skin. "God, you're so sexy," she whispered as she ran her fingers down their torso, "I can hardly stand it."

Lane peeled the t-shirt all the way off her, baring her in one move, their vision feeling slightly fuzzy as they took in her naked body in their bed, Cassidy arching for their touch. Her breathing stuttered as their hands began to roam, their mouth on her breasts.

"Lane," she whispered as their bodies began to push insistently against each other, "are there other ways you like to have sex?"

"So many." Lane's hand was curving around her ass, feeling the way she was starting to ride against their thigh.

"Ways involving…penetration?" She bit her lip and Lane pulled back to look at her.

"You went through my bedside drawers didn't you?" they accused her, fighting a grin.

"I was looking for lip balm!" she said defensively and Lane laughed. They sat up, leaning on their hand and pulled out the second drawer of their nightstand. The one below the drawer that definitely held lip balm.

"Tell me what you want," they said and she sat up beside them, leaning in against their body to peer into the drawer, her eyes wide as she surveyed the contents. Again.

"Why is that one shaped like that?" she asked, putting her hand on one of the smaller toys.

"Oh, that one's meant for anal," Lane explained. Cassidy jerked her hand back like she'd been burnt.

"Lane!" She lurched backwards, looking shocked and Lane laughed. "Oh my god! I am not doing that with you."

Lane shrugged, with a small grin.

"We can do whatever you want. And nothing you don't want," they reassured her. She was bright pink and still shaking her head. Lane pushed her back down into the sheets. "I think you should probably know though," they considered her where she lay, "that there is literally no part of your body I don't think is sexy."

"That's such a line." She rolled her eyes, so Lane picked up her leg and bent it back to drop a soft lingering kiss on the arch of her foot. Her eyes went wide for just a second. "Oh my god," she squeaked, almost kicking them in the face as she pulled away, making them laugh and dodge.

"Don't make me lick your armpits because I totally will."

"Gross, Lane!" She was smiling now and looking faintly less freaked.

"You know, your armpits are super pretty, actually." They leaned in to neatly pin her arms over her head, gazing down at her and she squealed and thrashed up against them. Suddenly they both stopped laughing as she bucked her body against their hold, grinding up against their pelvis, biting her lip at the sensation. Lane kept her pinned. "You like this," they observed softly, taking note. Cassidy made a hungry sound of approval as Lane ground back, the flex of their hips unmistakable for what they wanted to do to her. "You still want…?" they asked as she moaned at the movement.

She nodded emphatically.

"You choose," she amended this time. Lane did. They'd eyed it for her straight away. Not too big, but big enough. Sitting on the side of the bed they tugged off their briefs and heard a little sound of want from Cassidy in the bed behind them. They strapped on the harness and turned to look at her. Her eyes were dark with want.

Lane slicked the cock thoroughly with lubricant and Cassidy nearly put her teeth through her lip as she watched them stroke it.

"I want to see you on top," they murmured, kneeling above her and she raked her eyes over them, then nodded. They knew she'd look beyond sexy riding them, but being what they knew of her past experience they mostly just wanted her to have total control.

Lane reclined against the pillows, one arm behind their head to watch as Cassidy sat up and moved over to straddle them. She looked down at them as they gripped the cock in their fist to help her guide it and her mouth dropped open as the tip nudged just inside her. Lane didn't move, and she slowly sank down to sit astride their hips, closing her eyes, a flush of heat moving up her chest and throat.

"Oh," she moaned softly, her eyes opening on Lane's face. Lane had never wanted to kiss someone so badly, but they stayed still, letting her adjust. Their hands reached up and caressed over the shape of her waist and she began to move. At first it was a soft roll of her hips. Then it grew faster, Cassidy grinding down on the cock inside her, the rippled base of the dildo causing incredible sensation to Lane as she moved.

"God, Cassidy," they ground out, as sparks of pleasure pushed up and through their body. "You're so pretty like this." They began to thrust up in short, hungry motions and she cried out, arching her back in pleasure. Lane reached down and used their thumb to softly nudge her clit as they ground into each other and didn't let up, watching her eyes get desperate as she rode them ferociously, chasing every sensation. Then her head tipped back, her mouth dropping open in what looked like shock as she cried out so loudly Lane was relieved the rest of the household was tucked up inside the main house, her hips thrashing, coming ferociously hard on top of them.

"Good?" Lane asked with a smirk and Cassidy gasped out a tiny laugh before rising on her knees and collapsing down beside them on the pillow.

"Good," she agreed breathlessly, pulling Lane in to kiss. "So good," she paused as her panting settled. "It kind of looked like it was starting to feel pretty good for you, too?" she looked at them in askance.

"Yeah," Lane said. "There's, uh, friction there, when you ride me like that."

Cassidy slid her hand down between their bodies and gripped hold of the cock, pressing it back against them and moving it slightly. Lane drew in a sharp breath and Cassidy's gaze turned hungry, watching their arousal rocket as she slowly worked them up.

"What if," she started, then pushed them onto their back, sitting up beside them. She gripped the cock again. "Would this feel good for you?" She pressed it firmly against their body and this time she leaned down and gently swirled her tongue around the top of it. Lane nearly blacked out. "Yeah?" she murmured, her eyes dark as she saw them respond.

"Mmhm,"Lane croaked, and Cassidy smiled. She proceeded to use the base of the dildo to masturbate them, while taking the head of the cock into her mouth, her blue eyes flicking up to watch their face as her head bobbed, occasionally drawing back to lick the tip luxuriously. Lane couldn't even cope, the heat of the visual, the friction of her touch, the pure sex in Cassidy's eyes; their orgasm crashed through them so powerfully it was almost painful.

Cassidy sat back, her eyes incredibly smug, and watched them pant, staring up at her with wide eyes.

"Oh, you liked that," she smiled with obvious pride.

"Y-yeah," they stuttered, feeling almost deranged from the pleasure they'd just experienced.

They lay in each other's arms, Cassie's fingers trailing slowly up and down their chest and Lane's heart couldn't seem to slow down. Cassidy tilted her head up to consider them, and Lane couldn't stop from kissing her again if they'd tried. Cassidy kissed them back, then pulled just out of reach.

"I don't want you to date Mia," she said plainly, and Lane almost laughed.

"Uh, yeah, I got that bit," they reassured her. Cassidy didn't smile though; she looked deadly serious.

"I don't want you to date anyone," she reiterated, propping her chin on her elbow to examine them. "Just… me."

"Cass." They reached up and cupped her jaw. "Do you remember when you kissed a bartender that time?"

Cassie smirked.

"I do," she poked them in the chest. "You'd prefer me not to fuck other people," she mused.

"Well, yeah," Lane rolled their eyes, trying not to glare at the thought, even as they pulled her a little closer. Cassidy laughed. Then she took a deep breath and got to where she'd clearly been going.

"I think," she said lightly, as if she wasn't deeply invested in the answer, "that what you want… is to be my… boyfriend?" She paused over the word, her eyes on Lane's face.

Lane's fingers twitched as they pulled her in, tighter again, a small flame of want that had been kindling in their chest since the night Cassidy had first used that word about them, bursting into light.

"Yeah," they said softly. "I kinda do want that."

They felt Cassidy smile into their kiss.

"Well," she said. "I'll consider it."

Lane felt warm all the way through their body.

"That's all I ask," they said, kissing her again and then again. They felt a weird urge to cry again, even as they couldn't stop smiling against her mouth. They ran their hand down their body to her pubic bone. "So this haircut," they said, changing the subject. Cassidy laughed, even as she shivered at the stroke of their fingers.

"When Coral takes you for a makeover, she really takes you for a makeover."

"Coral really has ruined my whole life," Lane reflected, as they slipped down her body to worship her all over again.