8. Mylo

8

Mylo

How did I let it get so far?

As she settles on her knees, we both stare at each other without a word passing by. There is no explanation, just simple movement as she glides in place. It takes little effort before she’s pulling my cock out and wrapping her fingers around my hot length.

She takes in my appearance with a small smile. Even worse, her tongue swipes against her lower lip.

As my throat bobs with a nervous swallow, My lips part but nothing comes out.

Why am I not stopping her? It’s like my body is frozen in place. Even my lungs aren’t doing their job, my breath catching the back of my throat.

Her hands crawl up my thigh as she settles comfortably between my parted knees. I’ve never known her to be direct, but something has shifted behind her gaze. A look of determination. Whatever she wants, I have no doubt she will do whatever she must to get it.

Should’ve accepted the invite to go to the movies. Should’ve taken whatever chance I could to not get stuck in this situation.

The problem isn’t that I don’t want her touch. It’s that I do .

If I don’t stop her now, there is no going back. I’m going to want to do everything possible to make her mine. Something like this will haunt me otherwise.

The lights from the Christmas tree are reflecting against her hair, a mix of colors painting the strands. She’s got this glow going on thanks to the poor decision of not turning on any lights. Then again, I didn’t exactly expect to have any company.

Cassidy should be tucked away in her room, not on her knees.

“Can I…?” Her breath tickles the thin layer of precum coating the tip.

Fuck, now she’s asking for permission?

I nod. One small dip of my chin is the most I can manage.

The way she bats her eyelashes, her lips trembling as her delicate fingers squeeze around me in such an experimental way, I am right back to being unable to speak. I stifle a groan when her tongue flicks out, tasting me. She hums and traces the slit, all while keeping her eyes on mine.

She has to know the power she has. Fuck, she has to.

“You are bigger than I imagined,” she whispers, soft enough to make me think she’s accidentally thinking out loud. My thoughts are confirmed when she grimaces.

So Cassidy has thought about my cock before? Must’ve imagined sucking it before because she has no issue drawing me into her mouth. She wants to kill me. Wants to suck me dry until I am left as nothing but an empty husk.

Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watched the way the precum and saliva mixture wet her fingers, making it easier for her grip to glide along my shaft.

I don’t think either of us is breathing now, our attention too focused on the other. Her wet tongue circles and teases the tip before she sucks and makes my vision blur.

One of my hands moves to grip the arm of the couch. My nails dig into the edge, the grip stronger on it than my sanity. My other hand plunges deep into her hair.

I’ve always wanted to discover if it was as soft as it looked. Now I can say that my suspicions are correct.

“Fuck, Cas.” Hissing out a groan, I fight the urge to guide her further down. Can’t do that. Not when she’s being kind enough to lick me to begin with.

Her mouth vibrates in response, and I swear I can see her smile. Does she like seeing me fall apart? Is that why she is slowly making her way further down? Her hand continues to stroke, reaching what length she can’t handle. All while she’s taking her sweet time, she’s staring into my eyes, watching the way I handle her efforts.

The moment she hollows her cheeks, I know I’m done for. If she wants to watch my downfall, then so be it.

Head tilting back, I suck in a lungful of air. No matter how much oxygen I take in, my head won’t stop spinning.

This all feels like nothing but a fantasy. Her body feels too warm to be fake as she leans on my thighs for support. The suction of her mouth feels too good to come from a wet dream.

This is fucking happening.

Hissing her name through my teeth, she lets out a moan that I feel vibrate down to my bones. Despite not getting touched in return, she’s getting off on my reaction to her touch. Now that is something I’ve never experienced in my life before. At this rate, I’m going to be addicted.

Fighting a battle of willpower, I don’t last as long as I want to. Her mouth is too much for me. The lap of her tongue, the stroke of her fingers, all of it.

Balls tightening, I don’t recognize the noise that escapes my throat as I reach my limit. I don’t even have the time to warn her, not that it matters. She must feel the way my cock pulsates against her tongue because she sucks harder, seeking to taste my release. Doesn’t pop off when I coat her tongue and grimace.

No. She swallows everything up and licks my slit like she’ll find something extra lingering behind.

I am pulling her up from the ground the moment I can think straight. Struggling to believe that this is real, she easily slides onto my lap.

“You are unbelievable,” I mutter as I don’t have the strength to hold back. Not this time.

I want to touch her. To return the favor and more.

Fuck, I want to lick her all over without needing to give a reason why.

Squirming against my lap, she grabs my hands and puts them where she wants to be touched most. One hand goes to her breast. Her nipples are hard, poking through her shirt and jabbing the palm of my hand. With my other hand, she guides between her thighs to cup her mound.

She feels so hot and sticky. Slick with need. All because of me.

Not giving a damn that her lips and tongue taste of me, I pull her into a kiss as I pinch and tweak her nipple through her shirt. As I touch her, she grinds against me. Sucking on her tongue, she whimpers and threatens to make my cock come back to life.

“You are a needy little thing, aren’t you?” I ask, my breath feeling hot against her collarbone. The words rolled out naturally. Any other time, I’d feel silly saying them. However, Cassidy makes it impossible to feel foolish.

Not when she’s practically panting against my ear. Her body is flushed pink, her breath hitching when I pluck at her other nipple to give it the same amount of attention.

Fuck, this should feel wrong. I should be disgusted with myself.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice shaking.

How am I supposed to feel disgusted when she is making me burn hot on the inside?

“Please, what?” I rasp, pulling away much to her dismay. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Like she can’t use her words, she double fists my shirt and clinches it tight enough to make her knuckles turn white. Once she realizes I’m not moving until she feeds me what I want to hear, she shakes. “Your fingers, I want them inside.”

“That’s my girl.” Humming my approval, her body immediately trembles. Her hands drift up before she grips my shoulders, squeezing them both tight.

Seems we both like the words that are coming out of me naturally.

Putting her out of her misery, I shove my hand into her pants and wiggle my way into her underwear. Discovering how drenched she is, I curse under my breath.

Just when I think that I might be able to get a handle on things, she continues to surprise me.

I barely have enough time to push two fingers inside of her before she’s moving. Small jerks of her hips cause my palm to grind against her clit. Feeding me with every moan, I reward her with the curl of my fingers. I must brush against something good because my name drags heavily against her tongue.

For the rest of my days, this is going to haunt me. Every time I need to stroke my cock, I’m going to recall the way she sounds.

Just when I’ve got her on the edge, her hands drift higher to entangle her fingers in my hair. Pulling my head back, she kisses me with a surprising amount of desperation. I feel it too, deep down. As her walls clamp down around my fingers, I swallow down her next moans and feel her sink against my front like a lifeless ragdoll. Resting her cheek against my chest, I’m sure she can hear the heavy thud of my heartbeat.

Slowly dragging my hand away, my arms wrap around her to keep her in place. I could fall asleep like this, her body curled up against my chest.

However, we both know we can’t. Not when her parents will be returning later tonight. If we were caught in this position, I can only imagine what would happen. Still, Cassidy is in no rush to move.

If she wants me to carry her to her room and tuck her in bed, I’ll do it. I’ll let her tighten her hold on my heart and squeeze it dry if that’s what it takes to make her satisfied.

“Will you be staying until the new year?”

My chin brushes her hair as I register her question. Despite believing I plan on leaving, she did all of that? Tightening my hold on her body, I grunt. I don’t know what to tell her. Not when I don’t want to go anywhere that she isn’t.

Stroking her back and enjoying this moment without letting reality slip in and ruin everything, I tell her yes.

I plan on looking at cabins again. This time, it won’t be to run away from all of my problems. I have a new goal in mind. I need a home to spend the rest of my life in, one that has enough room for Cassidy.