Chapter 8

8

Cass

I don't know what the hell I was thinking last night. I should've just let Cole send the stupid picture, wake my father up in a murderous rage, and then gone back to bed.

Instead, I let him think he was manipulating me into sucking his dick to keep Matt alive.

And while I had felt Cole's long hard inches between my legs in the pool, I wasn't prepared for how thick he would be stretching my lips. I didn't want him to know that I enjoyed sucking him down, filling my throat, tasting his release, or hearing his curses when he got off. I didn't even mind him calling me names. I came on my fingers right after he told me to swallow like a good little slut, holding in my moan because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I enjoyed pleasuring him.

No, I let him think he won this round.

What the well-endowed idiot doesn't realize is that from now on, I literally have him by the balls. He apparently likes a little pain with his pleasure, but I don't think he will like when I use his blackmail against him.

It'll be my new fun game since the asshole convinced Lowell and Matt to quit. And I'll definitely need a distraction after tonight's rejection. Maybe I'll go to Cole's room…

No, that'll make me look too damn desperate. I'll wait for him to come to me. And he will. Unlike the guards, he won't be confined to only sneaking around every two hours during the night for a handful of minutes.

"Lochlan will be coming over tomorrow night to meet you both," my father announces at the family dinner that night, hitting my ego right front and center.

"Who is Lochlan?" Cole asks as he walks in late and takes his seat next to mine. I force my eyes to avoid looking at him, no matter how badly I want to. It's unfair how pretty his face is when his body is also fucking amazing. He got ripped over the last year. I would've licked every defined inch of the cocky bastard last night if he had told me to.

"Lochlan is the man who owns the Emerald Paradise. You met him briefly before the bomb," my father reminds Cole.

"Oh, right."

"In Madison's absence, Lochlan is growing…antsy," my father explains. "Sophie has agreed to meet him and consider marrying him in Madison's place to keep the peace."

"Isn't she a little young?" Cole asks.

"She's eighteen, and it's her decision."

Thankfully my father doesn't mention that the Irish prick picked Sophie over me and wouldn't budge. I don't know why, but I don't want Cole to know. He would use that information to rub the man's rejection in my face.

After all, it's not even been twenty-four hours since his dick rubbed the back of my throat before he came in my mouth. I swear I can still taste his salty flavor on my tongue no matter what I drink, eat, or how many times I brush my teeth.

It's not a bad taste which is why I loathe it so much. I don't want to want any part of the cocky asshole.

"Will Lochlan be staying for dinner tomorrow night?" Vanessa asks.

"No." My father's answer is swift and final. "He can marry into our family, but he'll never be family." A few minutes later, my father adds, "Titus is short two of the regular night guards so everyone should lock up tonight until he figures out the schedule."

"Why did the two guards suddenly quit?" Cole asks and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"I didn't say they quit," my father replies, catching Cole in his stupid taunt. "But yes, they did both walk out. Neither said why. You wouldn't happen to know the reason, would you?"

I hold my breath as my father stares straight at Cole who I see shake his head from the corner of my eye. "No, sir. I'm sure you'll find even better men to replace them."

"I'm sure I will too," he agrees.

Well, that was the perfect opportunity for Cole to rat me out if he had wanted to. But he didn't. And I think I know why.

He wants another blowjob.

After all, Cole said he would enjoy fucking my filthy mouth whenever he wanted in exchange for keeping my secret.

We'll just see about that.

I don't have to wait long for Cole to come back for more. The asshole barges into my room near midnight that night, which is unexpected since I locked my damn door. And seeing him in nothing but thin cotton pants is way too distracting.

"What the hell?" I ask as I scramble out of my bed in my shorts and tee to confront him. Hot or not, he needs to learn how to knock. "How did you even get in here? My door was locked."

"I know. I unlocked it," he says with a carefree shrug of his shoulders without further explanation.

"You're an asshole," I say as I get in his face and shove his bare chest that unfortunately doesn't move.

Smirking down at me, he asks, "Why am I an asshole now?"

"Because you should knock before busting in on someone."

"Why? What were you doing that I interrupted? If you were fingering yourself, then it's not like I haven't seen you do that plenty of times before, over and over again on my phone."

"That's not what I was doing," I scoff. "But now I will have to fuck myself even more often because I'm horny and bored out of my fucking mind since you made Lowell and Matt both quit."

He fake pouts at me. "How sad. I'm sure you'll find another dick to suck soon. Did you always have to get on your knees for them or did they sometimes return the favor?"

"You know what, I think it's time for you to get on your knees," I tell him.

"My turn?" he asks, arching a blond eyebrow as if that's the last thing he expected me to say.

The prick came in here to demand another blowjob for his continued silence on the guards.

"How do you figure that?" he asks.

"Because now the tables have turned. I could tell my father that you made me blow you in the pantry as blackmail and show him the photo of your dick in my mouth."

His grin spreads even wider. "But you won't because then you would have to admit how slutty you are to Daddy when you explain to him how I caught you and the guard. Then Daddy would know you're a whore. Or that the guards were whores he was basically paying to fuck your mouth. Then two men would die."

"Three men," I correct him. "You forgot about yourself. It could be worth all the blood on my hands just to see you strung up in the basement."

I expect Cole to make some ridiculous comeback, or to back pedal, beg me to keep quiet out of fear.

Instead, he attacks me.

Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulls me to him so his mouth can cover mine. My stupid tongue darts out to caress his for some unknown reason.

While our kiss grows more frantic, Cole yanks my tee over my head while walking me backward until the back of my legs hit the mattress. He pushes me down on the edge, then drops to his knees, tugging my panties and shorts down my thighs as he goes.

I wasn't sure if he would actually go down on me, but I'm happy to find out he will. Neither Matt nor Lowell ever did. Their excuses were that there wasn't enough time for them to give me oral. There was always time for me to suck them off, though.

Thoughts of them quickly disappear from my head when Cole's rough hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart so he can bury his face against my pussy. The tease runs his nose through my wet core before he finally lets his tongue follow the same path.

"Oh my god," I moan as I sprawl on the mattress. On his next lick, I cry out. My back arches and I make an embarrassingly loud whimper when he stops.

Cole chuckles from between my thighs, no longer tonguing me, and I want to smack him in his stupidly handsome face. "You can't keep moaning like that or your sister will hear you through the walls."

"I don't care."

"I do. Muffle it or I'm walking out."

Groaning, I lift my head and shove my fist between my teeth. Cole eyes the move and says, "God, I need to fuck that mouth of yours again."

I expect him to abandon his mission of licking my pussy to climb up on the bed and do it right then. But thankfully, he ducks his head and his tongue flicks over my clit again. His dark green eyes lift to mine, watching me, making sure he keeps up the pleasure bordering on pain. It feels so good, so overwhelming.

When I'm right there at the edge of an orgasm, his tongue lowers to prod my dripping wet core.

"Watermelon," it sounds like he murmurs against my flesh. "Your pussy may not taste like it…but it sure does gush like one."

"Screw you," I tell him between pants. "Keep…keep licking my clit."

Of course, he doesn't do as he's told.

No, his tongue is replaced with a finger that runs around the outside of my pussy before shoving inside, making me gasp.

"Hotter than an oven. Slick as sin." He adds a second finger and we both groan at the invasion. "And so much tighter than I hoped you would be. But not for long…"

"I'm not a virgin," I blurt out before shoving my fist back inside my mouth.

"Do you think I care?" He chuckles darkly, then tells me, "I was going to fuck you tonight either way."

"Clit. Now!" I demand.

When he chuckles again, his warm breath floats over my sensitive flesh. Finally, the tip of his amazing tongue flicks rapidly over my clit again while his two fingers thrust in and out of me, filling me, stretching me, taking me higher and higher.

When I finally shatter apart, I come so hard my teeth nearly draw blood from my fist.

The next thing I know, Cole is on his feet again, hovering over me at the foot of the bed. His pants are gone, and he's stroking his long hard dick before rubbing the head through my wet folds and clit that are still sensitive. I throw my head back on another muffled moan around my fist.

"So damn wet and hot," he groans as he keeps rubbing.

I lift my hips, gripping the covers next to me in my free hand, trying to angle my pussy for him to enter me. He does, at least I feel the first few inches of his dick penetrate me once, twice. On the third thrust, he groans and pulls back. I open my eyes just in time to see cum pulsing and dripping over his knuckles and onto my pussy as he strokes himself in a mad rush. His head is tipped back, jaw clenched tight as he rides out the pleasure, just like he did last night.

When his fist slows and his eyes lower back to me, I can't help my giggle, still riding the aftereffects of the happy endorphins. "That was...fast."

Cole's cheeks redden with what looks like embarrassment before the usually cocky bastard says, "That was just the warmup."

"Oh, really?" I ask.

I expect him to tuck his dick away and get the hell out of here like the guards who are on the clock. Instead, Cole leans over me, his mouth covering one of my nipples, sucking, nipping at it before moving to the other side. It feels good, but I'm still yearning for him to fill me. He takes his time, not caring what I want.

When he eventually pulls back, he grabs my waist and flips me over to my stomach like I weigh nothing. Before I finish gasping in surprise, his tongue glides over my pussy, licking up the mess he made, then focusing on my clit until I come on his tongue again.

I'm still recovering from my second most intense orgasm ever when he shoves me further up the bed. His cock then slides all the way inside of me, so deep I cry out before his palm slaps over my mouth. He doesn't give me time to recover or adjust to his girth. His hips begin to pump in and out, slow but deep, making me gasp each and every time his enormous dick bottoms out inside of me.

I'm already on the edge again, about to come, when he leans over my back and whispers in my ear, "You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you? God, you're so fucking wet and tight. Guess your guards preferred blowjobs to burying their dicks in your cunt."

I nod and my moan is muffled by his palm. I shouldn't like being controlled in such a way, especially when he wraps my long hair around his other fist, using it like a reign. God, he's big. So big it would hurt like hell if I weren't literally dripping wet. And where did he get the latex from? I didn't hear him open a condom. He must have had it in his pajama pants, so certain that if he broke into my room, I would bend over for him.

And that's exactly what I'm doing. At least I got pleasure in return. A lot of pleasure. Two, no... oh god, three incredible orgasms.

Even after I'm lying spent, sweaty, and recovering on my knees and forearms, Cole keeps fucking me, proving he can last longer than the first time. He even lets my hair go to reach around and rub my clit, getting me off an impossible fourth time before he finally slams deep inside of me one last time. His palm muffles my cry when the sudden swell of his cock erupting has my walls contracting around his shaft again.

"Jesus, Cass," he mutters when my tremors and his own finally stop. Four and a half freaking orgasms, all of which he was responsible for giving me. "Jesus," he repeats. His palm slaps my ass, making me gasp before he finally pulls out of me.

I lie there in a puddle of lust, tingles still rippling through my body but especially between my thighs, hating the aching emptiness he left behind.

Cole moves away from me, then he says, "Now we're even."

After giving my ass one last slap, he walks out of my bedroom as if his world hasn't been flipped upside down like mine.

Cole

I need a goddamn cigarette.

And I don't even smoke, or particularly like the smell. That's just how damn good sex was with Cass.

She was…ma gnificent.

And I was…an embarrassment to my gender thanks to how fast I came the first time.

I shouldn't have put my bare cock anywhere near her soaking wet pussy. But I couldn't resist. I've never done that shit before—put it in without a condom covering me. I wasn't prepared for how much better fucking would feel without the barrier. Cass was so hot and tight that I lost it. Coming after three thrusts was still ridiculous.

Cass actually laughed at me. Any other woman probably would have too. She'll never let me live that shit down.

At least I made up for my fuck up the second time, doing it right and safe with the rubber I brought with me just in case.

Hell, who am I even kidding? I was hoping to use the condom when I slipped it into my pocket before sneaking up to Cass's room.

Going down on her was more fun than usual. Either she was extra sensitive tonight, or she doesn't have much experience with having her pussy licked because Cass was so receptive. Gasping, squirming, demanding that I lick her clit as if she was worried I wouldn't finish her off. But I did. Twice. I've never gone down on a woman after coming on her pussy so that was the first time I've ever tasted myself. The urge to push my cum inside of her pussy rather than clean it up was strong. Stupid, but strong, nonetheless.

Now that it's all over and I'm back in my room, I don't know what the hell to do with myself, other than take a seat on the edge of the bed. My legs are still wobbly. I'm surprised I didn't fall down the stairs on the way back and break my neck.

Why did I feel the need to up and leave Cass so fast? I have no clue now. I think I just didn't want her to dismiss me first.

It's not like Cass would've ever asked me to stay with her.

Or would she?

Either way, I needed distance afterward, a chance to try and recover without her judgmental eyes on me.

At least I know that she enjoyed herself too, coming three, maybe four times .

Will she admit that she wants to do that again with me? Probably not, if for no other reason than to be stubborn.

I already want her again. But it's not up to me. All I can do now is wait and see what Cass decides happens next.

I won't break into her room again. No, the next time, I'll make her come to me, as difficult as it may be to sit back and wait.