Indulgence (181 page)

His left hand spanned across the space between my hips while
his right hand vanished under my dress gaining access to my body. My pussy was
a pool of want in my satin panties. Ever so slowly, he trailed his hand back up
my leg to my panties. I felt his knee behind me, nudging my legs apart, and I
happily obliged. His thumb brushed against my mound while his fingers dug into
my thigh. I could already feel the inevitable spiral of my release looming and
I took in a sharp breath. He continued massaging my mound, causing my womb to
tremble, while running his hand back down my quivering thigh to my knee. He
left a sizzling trail of desire behind his fingers. He then skimmed across the
back of my knee and it took all of my being not to break out into giggles. My
breathing quickened and he instantly heard my body’s confession.

“Ticklish are we? Just here or are there other places?”

I simply nodded, unable to form words, and I could feel his
smile on my neck. His hand continued to travel the expanse of my leg. Before I
knew it, my dress was hiked up around my waist and pulled to the side as he
pressed his cock against my rear.
Why was he clothed? I wanted him naked!
Every
muscle in my body was flexed. I was going to be sore tomorrow and it would be
sweet misery.

His hand possessed my soaking center as he cupped my aching
sex while his other hand spread across my breastbone. My entire being tensed
even more and I ground into his fingers greedily.

“You’re wearing satin, I love satin. You’re so wet for me
Cassidy. I’m wet for you, too. Do you feel that? My cock is so hungry for you.”

His tongue glided across my exposed shoulder blades with the
precision of a surgeon’s blade. My head was tossing from side to side. I
couldn’t take much more of this, and the way he talked to me was making me lose
control. I was immediately aware of what I had been missing all those years.
His hand moved up to circle my neck.

“Don’t hold out on me Cassidy. Just let go.”

His fingers found their way inside my panties as a shiver
ran up my spine. His long fingers ran over my lips to find me wide open and
waiting for him. He slid his middle finger inside my trembling core while
applying pressure to my pulsating nub, and so began his expert assault. I let
out a scream and jolted back against him. I couldn’t get close enough to him.

“James, oh God.”

I threw my arms behind me desperate for him, grabbing the
first thing I came into contact with; it was his hair and I pulled it. He
continued biting, sucking and kissing my shoulder, neck and my ear. He was
grinding into my behind vigorously and I was like a knotted rope ready to
unravel. In and out, in and out, my hips met every thrust of his hand.

“More, James, give me more,” I mewled, shocked at my own
words.

He knew exactly what I needed without asking further and
added a second finger. “Fuck, Cassidy, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to bury
myself in you.”

I didn’t want this to end—ever—but my body was racing to the
top of the hill so fast and I couldn’t stop it. It was only a matter of seconds
before I fell down and tumbled over the edge. My entire being fell apart
panting his name.

Exposed

~ CASSIDY ~

He carried me over the threshold of the elevator and before
I knew it we were at his hotel door. I vaguely recalled him scooping me into
his arms and nuzzling my neck; I was way beyond spent. The day had caught up to
me full force and I was still feeling the tremors of my previous orgasm
reverberate through me.

“My key is in my breast pocket,” he breathed into my ear.

His voice pulled me from my trance and the realization of
what just happened hit me. He saw the alarm in my eyes as I took in my
surroundings; I must have looked like a deer caught in headlights. He probably
thought I was a complete tease since I was the only one who got off. Of course,
he may have thought I was a slut for so easily succumbing to his advances.

He stroked my cheek as he said, “Pleasing you was all I
wanted. I’m not that guy, Cassidy.” He saw the question in my eyes and
elaborated, “I don’t have to take every time I give. That’s not how I work.” I
was well aware that things very well would likely never be the same again.

We walked into his suite which was almost entirely dark.
Setting me down on a stool next to the kitchen island, he went to the fridge
and took out two bottles of water, handing me one of them. I took the bottle
and started drinking and couldn’t help but feel awkward. I just ‘kind of’ had
sex with a man I hardly knew. And the things he did to me in that elevator! No
one had
ever
done that
me, not like
that
anyway. What must
he think of me? I was a cheap, wanton hussy. Oh, God. I had to leave.

“I shouldn’t be here…”

He moved like lightning. “Cassidy, don’t be embarrassed…”
How did he do that? He could read me like a book. “I know I have a lot of
explaining to do, but you’re exhausted and you need to rest.” I started chewing
my lip and gazed up at him questioningly. He closed the distance between us and
placed his hands on my shoulders, gently rubbing up and down. “You can trust
me, Cassidy; I’m not going to hurt you. We won’t do anything that you don’t
want to do.” His voice was low and breathy.

Wanting to believe him with every fiber of my being, I hoped
beyond hope that my faith in him was well-founded. I wrapped my arms around his
waist and rested my head on his chest just as he wrapped me up in his arms and
kissed my temple. Several moments later he took my hand and led me to the
staircase.

We reached the top of the stairs and a long hallway lay
ahead of us. I was so exhausted I didn’t notice how many rooms and doors there
were. Walking us into his room, he turned the lights on low.

“I’ll get you some more comfortable clothes.” I stood
awkwardly by the bed as he walked over to a chest of drawers. “Are you a
t-shirt girl?”

“A t-shirt is fine.” He pulled out a gray t-shirt and walked
back to me. I looked up at him as he cupped my cheek and turned my face into
his touch, savoring it.

He pulled away quickly and handed me the t-shirt, “Let me
help you. Turn around.”

I willingly obliged him. He expertly released the clasp on
my dress and slowly pulled the zipper down. I heard him inhale sharply and a
shudder ran through me.

“You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?” He was
running his fingers over my back where the zipper had fallen open and laid a
kiss on each shoulder blade. “Put the shirt over your head, Cassidy, before I
go back on my word.”

I understood his meaning and pulled the shirt over my head.
I put my arms through the sleeves of the shirt and placed it down over the
dress. The shirt practically hit my knees and I chuckled.

“It fits you well,” he said sarcastically.

“Maybe if I was ten!” We both laughed.

I held on to the dress and turned to face him. He crouched
down in front of me and gently pulled the dress down my legs. I lifted one leg,
realizing I still had those wretched heels on. They were lovely, but even after
over a week of practice I hated them and wanted to burn them.

I went to lift my other leg out of the dress and lost my
balance. He was at a disadvantage, crouched down in front of me. I tumbled
forward and took him with me. I found myself lying on top of him, nose to nose,
cursing myself and I started to apologize.

He started laughing at me and I wasn’t quite sure how to
respond. At least he was lighthearted. “You really are a klutz, aren’t ya? Are
you ok?” His hands ran the expanse of my back while holding on to me.

I started laughing, too. “I’ll be fine when these damn shoes
are off my feet and out of my life!”

The electricity was building inside me like a dimmer switch
being turned to max capacity. Being this close to him was dangerous and we both
grew silent. He tucked my hair behind my ear as my heart began hammering
against my chest. Just when I thought he would lean in to kiss me, he jumped to
his feet, pulling me up with him.

He guided me to the end of the bed and sat me down. “Let’s
get these off of you.” He knelt in front of me and removed my heels. Once both
shoes were off he started rubbing my feet and I let out a deep sigh. “Feel
good?”

“You have no idea.”

His hands worked expertly over the soles of my feet and my
Achilles. Abruptly, he jumped up again, walked to the head of the bed and
pulled the covers down. He came back to me and held out his hand.

“Give me a minute.” I excused myself to the bathroom, as my
bladder was in desperate need of relief. Finishing up, I washed my hands and
gazed in the mirror. Looking like I’d been hit by a train, I had raccoon eyes
thanks to the mascara, eyeliner and tears. I cleaned it up as best I could and
opened the door.

I was breathless.

He had changed his clothes and I missed it. His feet were
bare and he’d traded the tuxedo for pajama pants. As I continued to devour him
with my eyes I noticed he wore a tank that clung to his well-muscled body. I
spotted another tattoo on his upper arm that I couldn’t quite focus on in the
low light.

He pulled me toward the bed and had me lie down before
turning out the light. I heard some rustling of clothes while I relaxed.
Wondering if he was removing his shirt, I grew excited waiting to find out and
tried to seek him out, but the darkness was blinding. It was by far the most
comfortable bed I had ever slept in; I was sure being exhausted helped. The
sheets felt wonderful against my naked legs. His scent blossoming around my
head made me feel tipsy.

Sensing the weight of his body as he laid down next to me, I
waited for his touch when he said, “Goodnight, Cassidy,” but it never came. The
man had mad skills when it came to self-control. If only I had the energy, I
would’ve pounced on him, but sleep claimed me before I could.

I came to before the sun made its arrival. Slowly everything
from the night before came back to me. His arm was around me as he cradled me
to his chest; the warmth was almost insufferable. I turned my head to find he
was dead asleep. Suddenly overcome with panic, I decided I
had
to get
out of there. I slipped out of the hold of his stellar body and got off the bed
with ease. I didn’t want to risk waking him so I just grabbed my dress and
shoes and made my way out of his room and down the stairs. Finding my purse on
the kitchen island, I headed for the door.

“Cassidy!”

I nearly screamed I was so startled. Still trying to remain
quiet, I tip-toed to the door and slipped through as stealthily as I could,
just to have it slam behind me. Wearing nothing but his t-shirt and carrying my
dress, shoes and purse, I ran down the hall as fast as I could. It took me a
second of fumbling with my keys, but I finally got into my room. My door closed
and I swore I heard another, “Cassidy!” booming down the hall.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Why was I running from him?

I threw my dress and shoes to the floor and sank down the
door. My knees were pulled to my chest while I rested my head on them and I
felt my door shake like there was a gorilla pounding on it.
Bang, bang,
bang!
My entire body vibrated from the force of him hitting the door.

“Cassidy, I know you’re in there. Please open up.”

I pushed myself up the door and sighed. I didn’t know what
to say to him. “Go away!”

“Cassidy Charles, open this door! You can’t run from me
forever.”

“Yes I can!” This was ridiculous. We were acting like twelve
year olds.

“Don’t
make
me call hotel security! You let me in or
I’ll let myself in.”

He wouldn’t dare, would he? I decided to face him. I opened
the door yelling at him, “You wouldn’t!”

He was on me instantly. I didn’t even have a moment to take
in his appearance. His arms were around my back as he lifted me off the floor.
As I clung to him he walked us over to the kitchen before setting me on the
island.

“Why did you leave? You scared me.” He was holding my face
in his hands. “Cassidy, look at me. You can’t deny the attraction between us.
It was there all those months ago and it’s still here right now.”

There was so much emotion surrounding my thoughts and
feelings for him. I was drawn to him since the first time I saw him and still
was. And then it all went to shit in one night. I looked into his eyes and they
were full of concern.

“I’m scared of what I feel when I’m around you. You scare
the hell out of me.” He looked stricken and dropped his hands from my face.
“Not afraid of you, afraid of this,” I waved my hand between us. “I’ve never
been so drawn to someone. And you left me that horrible night without a word. I
didn’t know what to think. And then you were arrested and I couldn’t process
it.”

He pulled me to him and started talking into my hair. “Baby,
I didn’t leave you that night. I never wanted to leave you. I came back with our
coffee and I saw you with a cop. He was holding you and I got the wrong
impression.”

“Wait, what?! Calvin…you thought I was with…” I was crying
and laughing at the same time. “Calvin is my brother.” I pushed away from him
just enough to look at him.

He wiped my tears and said, “I know, I found out a few days
later when they were questioning me.” He must have felt me stiffen. “Cassidy,
the charges were dropped. You know that, right?” I nodded my answer and he
embraced me again. “I promise you I had nothing to do with what happened that
night.”

“I spent months trying to hate you so I could get over you,
but I couldn’t and I never even had you.”

“Baby, you had me, you
still
have me. Last night was
just confirmation, Cassidy.”

“Confirmation? You took me to bed and let me sleep! I
thought you had second thoughts after I clobbered you to the floor.”