“Why did you do that?” he asks, leaning in closer.
“Because,” my breath hitches when he pushes my thong to the side. “Because you’re mine,” I reply. “And I…Oh jeezus… I wanted Jessa to know that.” Kyler’s fingers sink into me, and I groan. He bends over to kiss my neck, sucking on the soft skin behind my ear. I bend one arm, and bring my other around Kyler’s neck for support.
“That was so sexy,” Kyler mumbles, his hot breath making me shiver. “Seeing you get jealous, and territorial.”
My grip on him tightens as his fingers push into me faster and faster. “Kyler,” I choke out.
His fingers slow and he starts massaging my g-spot.
“Ohhh my…” I whimper. “Kyler, God, that’s…”
I tuck my head into Kyler’s should to smother my scream. My body convulses, and I’m still shaking when I hear Kyler’s belt buckle. He drops his slacks and rests his hands on my hips. The head of his erection nudges my sensitive clit, and I suck in a breath. I don’t know if I can come again, but I won’t stop Kyler from trying.
He sinks into me, so goddam slowly, and I throw my head back from the unendurable pleasure running through my body.
“Hmmmm,” Kyler hums. “You feel good like this, Cass.”
Kyler pulls out, and then slams back into me. I cry out, craving more and more of him.
“This. Is. Me.” Kyler grunts. “Claiming.You.”
My arms feel like jello, so Kyler lifts my upper body and holds me up while his hips move at a steady rhythm.
Kyler presses his forehead to mine, and breathes into my face. “You belong to me…I belong to you.”
My answer is a loud yelp which he muffles with his mouth.
He stills, and I feel him empty inside of me, which triggers my second, mind-numbing orgasm.
Kyler brushes my hair out of my face and grins like a cheshire cat. “How’s that for lunch?” he chuckles.
“Hmmm,” is all I have the strength for. My body is a pool of liquid in his arms.
Kyler laughs and kisses my nose. “God, I love you, woman.”
~ Kyler ~
“George Clooney is way better looking than Daniel Craig,” Cassey argues. She’s wearing my light blue button down shirt with black lacy underwear. Cassey’s legs are slung over mine and we’re on the sofa in her apartment. After rolling around in the sheets for almost two hours, we decided to order some Chinese and watch television while we replenish our energy. She sticks a piece of sweat and sour beef into her mouth and I watch her mouth. I never thought eating was sexy. Until Cassey.
“Kyler,” she says, pulling me from my daze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Sorry, but watching you eat makes it impossible to concentrate on the meaningless argument you’re having with yourself.”
Cassey licks her lips, and my cock stirs. “It’s not meaningless,” she retorts, a cheeky glint in her green eyes. “It’s significant to every woman out there. No one can resist an older, sexy man like George.”
I lift a brow. “Oh, really? Is he the one starring in your fantasies these days?” Cassey shakes her head, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glued to my face. “No. He’s not.”
I take the box of food from her hands and lift her onto my lap by her hips so that she straddles me. The shirt she’s wearing is only buttoned halfway, so I catch a glimpse of her full tits.
My hands slide up Cassey’s naked thighs, disappearing under my shirt to cup her delectable butt.
“So, if it’s not George Clooney who makes you wet in your sleep, then who is it?” I ask wryly.
Cassey pulls her lip into her mouth, and looks at me from beneath her lashes. Her long brown hair falls, creating a curtain, so I push it back and tuck it behind her ear.
Cassey leans forward, brushing my nose with hers, and starts moving her hips over the hard-on tenting my sweats. My nails dig into her flesh, marking her.
“The man in my fantasies is way sexier than George Clooney,” she whispers. “Oh, so it’s Daniel Craig then?” I tease.
“Uhh uhhh,” Cassey breathes. Her hands rest on my pecs, and she flicks my nipples.
“Cass,” I whisper huskily.
Her hands continue their journey south, and her fingers trace every muscle on my stomach, making me shiver. My body’s reaction to her is visceral and electrifying. My breathing stops when her hand disappears into my sweats and touches my hard erection. I hiss when her fingers wrap around my length, and start moving up and down.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Cassey kisses me, long and hard as her hand pumps my cock.
“Baby,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m going to - ”
I have no words left when Cassey moves quickly and kneels between my legs. She pulls my cock into her mouth and sucks hard, hallowing out her cheeks. “Oh fuck,” I cry out. Cassey looks up, and I watch her swallow while I writhe under her. Holy. Shit.
I drag Cassey back onto my lap and kiss her deeply. “God,” I sigh. “I really hope you weren’t thinking about Daniel Craig while you were doing that.” Cassey chuckles, cupping my face in her delicate hands. “The only man starring in my fantasies is the one I’m looking at.”
“Lucky bastard,” I mumble.
I’m about to lay Cassey down and return the favor when my phone interrupts me.
“You’d better get that,” Cassey says, climbing off my lap. “It could be your mom.”
She retreats into her kitchen and I work to catch my breath before checking my phone. Cassey was right, it’s my mother.
“Hey Mom. Is everything okay?”
“Oh, Kyler,” I hear her sniffling, and immediately jump up from my place on the sofa. “It’s your father, h-h-he…Oh my God…”
“Mom, I need you to take a deep breath, and tell me what happened,” I urge, calmly. This isn’t good.
“He’s having difficulty breathing, and they’re trying to do everything they can, but you need to come, I think it’s time.”
After that, everything happens in slow motion. I end the call, get dressed, and in twenty minutes, Cassey and I are running down the hall to my father’s hospital room. When my mother sees me, she collapses into my arms and sobs hysterically, while the man who gave me life breathes his last breath.
Funeral arrangements are made, and before the week is up, I watch them lower my father’s casket into the ground. I’m surrounded by a sea of people who knew him, the lives of the many people he touched, and I’m left wondering if I can ever be the man he was. I wrap my arms around my grieving mother and comfort her as best I can. Cassey squeezes my hand, and I find that while I may be my mother’s source of strength, Cassey is undoubtedly mine. She has been amazing since my father died. She’s made sure my mother eats, and helped me with everything else when it became too much for me to handle alone. It takes me back to the conversation we had the day I found out he was dying of cancer. “Find the woman who will be your reason to live, who will stick with you, not during the good times but through the hard times, and who will tell you when you’re being an ass. Find the woman worth keeping, for more than sex, the one you can see your future with. And when you look at her, you’ll know you’ve found her,” he’d said. At the time I didn’t believe it, but one look at Cassey and I know. I see her standing at my side, being my partner, my lover, my friend, and one day the mother of my children. When it’s all said and done, she’s the one I want to grow old with.