Cassidy Chapter 10- Four-And-A-Half-Years Ago
By the time Sean made it to the bedroom, I had taken off my clothing—not that I was wearing all that much, to begin with. Taking off a tank top and a pair of shorts didn’t take long. I’d showered when I got home, put those on, and left off my underwear. It was a waste. When it came bedtime, I had learned Sean liked to sleep in the nude, and he wanted me the same way. I had no problem with it.
He let out a loud growl when he entered and saw I was already naked and waiting for him. I strolled to the bed, laid on my back, and spread myself out. Just in a matter of a few days, I was more comfortable showing my entire body to him. He was always praising it and how much he loved my body and me. The way he’d make love to me told me he wasn’t lying. The word insatiable came to mind.
I watched as he quickly got rid of his clothes. He flung them on the floor. I gasped to see he was already almost fully hard. He gripped the base of his cock and stroked it a few times, bringing it to total hardness. I knew what I wanted. As he approached the bed, I positioned myself so my head was hanging off the edge of the bed. I was at the perfect height to reach his cock.
“Baby, come here. I want to suck that gorgeous cock of yours,” I moaned.
Just looking at his muscular and tattooed body and his cock had me getting wet. His lightly tanned skin contrasted with his dark auburn hair, the color of the hair on his head, and that of his goatee. He wasn’t freckly like most redheads were. And the tan made his blue-green eyes stand out. I had a few freckles with my strawberry-blond hair, but nothing too crazy, as long as I wore sunscreen.
I knew it wouldn’t take much to have me crazy for him. He’d let me give him head once before. I wanted to practice more. My first taste of cum hadn’t been awful. I hungered to taste him again, just as he enjoyed tasting me. I swear, he loved going down on me and would keep me coming until he grew too crazy to wait.
He groaned, but he didn’t deny me. He walked up to me. The bed placed me with him right above my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay on my back and take him or roll onto my stomach. I gave him the choice. “How do you want me to lay?”
“If you stay like that, it allows me to go deeper with how your throat will open up. It’s up to you. You’re in control. I told you, you never have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Sean, how could I resist sucking your cock? I loved the feel of you in my mouth the first time and how you tasted when you let me taste your precum. I’d like you to give me more of a sample this time.”
“Yeah? How much of one?” His voice had gotten lower, and he was stroking his cock a tad faster.
“How about a mouthful? You know, you come down my throat like I come in your mouth. I want to see how long it takes me to get you to shoot your load.”
He let out a groan. The next thing I knew, he was tapping my mouth with the head of his cock. It was smeared with his precum. I teased him by just sticking out my tongue to lick it off his head. He pushed it more insistently against my lips. When I didn’t open my mouth, he sank his hands into my hair and tugged. My pussy got wetter. Slowly, I inched my mouth open. I didn’t get it all the way open before he was pushing the head of his cock inside. I stopped resisting and fully opened.
He was a mouthful due to his girth. I had to stretch my mouth as wide as it could go. He inched inside and moaned, but he didn’t shove it down my throat. He thrust in and out a couple of times. While he did, I lashed him with my tongue, sucked on the head, and even got to scrap my teeth over him gently. He shuddered and didn’t tell me to stop, so I assumed that meant he enjoyed teeth as long as I didn’t get carried away.
I reached back and fisted the base so I could pump it while he thrust in and out. One hand did that while the other teased his balls. I did it for I don’t know how long until I knew I wanted more. Slipping a hand further around, I grabbed his hip and tugged him closer to me. That caused his cock to slip deeper inside. When it hit the back of my throat, I fought to relax and stop gagging. I wanted him to go further. I’d read about deep-throating a guy. I wanted to be able to do that to him.
“Fuck, Cass, babe, you don’t need to choke yourself,” he groaned.
I slid off him long enough to say, “I want you as deep as I can take you. Make me choke on your cock, Sean. Please. Do it the way you love it.”
“Are you sure? We have time to build up to that.”
“No, I want it now. Show me.”
His eyes became wild-looking. Then he showed me how he liked it. He pushed to the back of my throat, and when I struggled not to gag, he muttered, “Take a breath.”
I did, and then he pushed deeper. He was slipping down into my throat. I held on until I thought I might suffocate. Just as that worry hit me, he eased back, and I could breathe. Several more times like that had us finding a rhythm that let me take him deeper and hold him there longer.
I was so wet I could barely stand it. He was panting, and the flush on his face told me he was close. The next thrust, I sucked him harder and deeper and then kept swallowing as he remained lodged in my throat. He groaned and then warned me.
“I’m gonna come. One more time. Get ready.”
On his next slide, I swallowed over and over. He grunted then I had salty cum sliding down my throat. He lightly squeezed my throat, and it lit something inside of me. I screamed, sending vibrations up his cock, making him moan louder. Just as he eased back to let me breathe, he bent over me, buried his face between my legs, and latched onto my pussy. I came instantly. As his cock softened, I could breathe, but I kept it in my mouth as he ate my pussy. He was a hungry animal.
I lost track of how many times he made me come before I noticed his cock hardening in my mouth. I began to suck and tease him again. I pumped the base and teased his balls. It was a matter of a minute before he was back to full hardness.
Suddenly, he lifted off me, and his cock was removed from my mouth. As I tried to go after it, he hooked his hands underneath my arms and tossed me around until I was turned the opposite way, and I was half hanging off the bed. I didn’t get my question out before he slid into me from behind. He did it in one hard thrust, burying himself completely inside of my pussy. I let out a tortured scream, but it was one of ecstasy, not pain.
“That’s it. Take it all, Cass. Fuck, the way you sucked my cock and took my load, Christ. I love everything we do together, but I truly love the taste and feel of your pussy. Jesus. So goddamn tight and hot. You fit me perfectly. Damn it! I want to go slow, but I can’t. Even after already coming. Shit. Hang on,” he muttered right before he let loose.
I lost all sense of reality as he fucked me hard and fast. I came two times and was about to beg him to stop before I passed out from the pleasure when he slammed his cock deep, held still, and yelled my name as his hot cum filled me. I thrashed and wailed as I came unexpectedly a third time, milking his seed from him. By the time we were done, I was unable to move. He collapsed next to me on the bed. I vaguely remember him kissing me and telling me he loved me before I fell asleep.
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I jerked awake to the sound of breaking glass. I sat up groggily. Sean was already on his feet. He had his gun in his hand. I scrambled to get to mine as I snapped awake.
“Baby, lock yourself in the bathroom and stay there until I come to get you,” he whispered as he slipped on a pair of shorts he’d left by the bed. I tossed on a nightie from the foot of the bed.
“Like hell, I will. I’m your backup. I know the drill. Let’s go,” I whispered back.
He glared at me, but he knew not to repeat it. Using the darkness, we eased out of the bedroom door and headed toward the central part of the house. That was where the sound came from. As we got closer, I heard thumping sounds, like someone was running into things. Whoever it was, they weren’t a very quiet burglar.
As we entered the living room, I saw a shadow moving off to our left at the same time Sean did. We hunkered down, and then he called out, “Freeze.”
Before he got more out, the intruder shot in our direction, but we were low enough that the wild shots went over the top of us. The muzzle blast showed where the burglar was, and we both fired our guns. There was a loud thump and then nothing. It told us we’d hit him. After waiting a few seconds, Sean stood and flipped on the overhead light.
A man in black, from head to toe, lay on the floor in front of the living room windows. Sean went to disarm and check on him, and I provided cover. A loud banging on the front door got our attention.
“Hey, it’s Hank. Are you two alright?” he hollered.
“Go answer it,” Sean instructed. I did. Hank came through the door with his gun out and a steady hand. When he saw the body on the floor, he relaxed.
“Haven’t cleared the house. Stay here with her and him,” Sean ordered, then he was gone. While he did that, I went to the body and removed the ski mask. I wasn’t too shocked to see Travis’s face staring up at me.
“Who the hell is that?” Hank asked.
“That’s the guy we told you about,” I explained. By then, Sean was back. He scowled when he saw who it was.
“We’ve got to call this in, although I bet someone already has.”
Since I was renting the house, I placed the call. While I did, Sean called Griffin, Gabe, and our lawyer. Flanagan was going to charge extra for coming to Florida again. Good thing I was headed home soon.
With Travis dead, I was done. I’d had enough of Florida. While we waited for the cops, we went and got dressed. We were decent by the time they arrived, and all three of us were ready to talk to the police. I wasn’t worried about our weapons. We had permits for them. Hank, being a prior police officer, was covered, and he knew the guys who showed up.
It took most of the night to clear everything up. We ended up being taken down to the police station. We were questioned but refused to make any statements until Flanagan was there. We had nothing to hide, but it was just the smart thing to do despite them treating us a whole lot better than when Sean had been hit.
By the time we were released, the sun was rising. We were told the DA wouldn’t press charges, but they had to wait for official word, which meant we had to stay in Florida. Flanagan was all over it and assured us that by the time the police were done investigating what the Patriots’ team had discovered, they’d have bigger things to worry about.
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It was a few days later when everything came out in the news. When the cops went to Travis’s house, they found evidence that he had killed those women. He kept souvenirs and a diary detailing how he stalked, killed, and buried them. He was a sick bastard. The news stunned the office, and all anyone wanted to talk about was him. It was a relief when we were told we were free to leave Florida and no charges would be filed against us. I was more than ready to go home.
Another discovery was made in that diary. The truck that ran the red light and hit Sean was found in the last place we thought to see it. It was in Travis’s garage. It was an old truck he had that he didn’t drive. His diary told how he’d been spying on me, and when he saw Sean leave and I went after him, he decided to eliminate him, even though he didn’t know who he was. There were ramblings about how mad he was that he didn’t kill Sean and how he was waiting to see if Sean left. Despite the chaos and the questions, we were able to return to Virginia the following week. I wouldn’t mind coming back for a visit, but I was more than content to settle back where I spent all my life. Doing it with the love of my life made it beyond perfect.