Seduction (6 page)

I can't help but imagine her doing the same
thing with my cock in her mouth. I'd grab her hair, holding her in
place as I fucked her mouth, her wet lips providing the right
amount of suction as I came down her throat.

Just thinking about it has my cock hardening
more. I could cut through steal with this thing.

Cassie starts to move her hips against me,
simulating sex, as her tongue greets mine in a slow tango. My hands
on her hips guide her against me, pushing her down against me as I
thrust my hips forward, rubbing my length against her harder and
harder.

Her breathing quickens as she pants, "That
feels so good, Theo."

Her words encourage me to continue as I
thrust faster against her. Her lips separate from mine and her head
falls in the crook of my neck. Her breathing is labored against my
skin as she moans and groans, trembling while grinding harder
against me. She's searching for release and I'm more than willing
to give it to her.

My left hand moves up her torso, my fingers
skimming her skin softly and leaving a trail of goose bumps in
their wake. I reach her bra and let my hand slip underneath one of
the cups. Her nipple is hard as I take it between my thumb and
index finger, pulling then pinching.

"Yes," she groans, her hips moving faster
against my denim-covered cock. I could come right now in my
pants.

Like I said. I feel like a fucking
teenager.

A part of me wants to stop this, flip her
over on her back, and then strip us both naked so we can finish
this properly. The other part of me wants her to come just like
this. We have all night to continue this naked.

I palm her tit, squeezing her flesh before
continuing to tease her nipple. My right hand abandons her waist,
moving up her body to give her other breast some attention.

That was all she needed. She licks my neck
before biting down on my flesh as she screams out her release
against my skin, thrusting against me as she comes. Her hips slow
their movement and I bite my lip to distract my body from the
release my dick so desperately needs.

I don't want to come in my pants after dry
humping like a couple fifteen-year-olds.

Her breathing begins to even out as she lifts
her head from the crook of my neck. Her eyes are glazed over and
her face is flushed. She's looking down between us staring at where
our hips meet.

"That was..." She trails off, unable to
decide on what to say to describe what just happened between
us.

"Incredible. Mind-blowing. So fucking good
that we should try it again naked, Theo," I tease, ready for her to
agree on any of the above options. She stills on my lap and then
looks up at me with big smoldering eyes.

"Um... incredible. Let's go with incredible,"
she replies, moving off my lap. Her knee makes contact with my cock
and I groan with discomfort.

My dick is always in pain around her.

Cassie sits next to me, looking straight
ahead at the wall in my bedroom. She's quiet as the room fills with
an uncomfortable silence.

How did we go from being so intimate one
minute to practically strangers the next?

I turn towards her on the bed and tuck a
piece of her loose hair behind her ear. "You okay?"

She turns her head and looks up at me with
those beautiful brown eyes I love. "Yeah, I'm great."

"Spend the night with me," I murmur, laying
my cards out on the table. I don't want her to leave, not after
what we just experienced together. Watching her fall apart above me
was such a turn on. The best aphrodisiac and I don't want this
night to end.

"Theo, I can't."

"Why not? Neither of us has work
tomorrow."

"I'm…" She hesitates. I'm not sure what she
wants to say and I don't think she knows either. "I'm not what you
want."

Is she crazy? She's exactly what I want.
She's the only thing that I want.

"Cassie, let's not do this again. You're
beautiful," I whisper huskily, leaning in closer to her on the bed.
"I want you. I've wanted you for so long now."

"I'm a virgin, Theo," she blurts out, staring
at me intently.

Holy. Shit.

Those are the last four words I would have
ever expected coming out of her mouth. I replay our time together
the last couple weeks. We've shared a few moments overcome with
passion, and every touch and kiss was incredible. She seemed
experienced. Now she's telling me she's never had sex.

A sexless life is unfathomable to me.

"How old are you?"

"What?" she asks, confused by my reaction to
her news.

"I just don't understand how you've never had
sex."

"I'm twenty-four."

Twenty-four? Shit. I had been having sex for
over a decade by the time I was twenty-four.

"Dragging my hand through my dirty blond
hair, I contemplate what to do. I can't have sex with her now. I
have no desire to be any woman's first time, no matter how much I'm
interested in her.

But I want her. Even as I'm telling myself
not to touch her, I can't help but imagine being the first one to
slide into her tight pussy.

"Why haven't you had sex yet? Why have you
waited?"

I'm suddenly wondering if she's one of those
women waiting until marriage. I’m not sure how religious she is,
but by what I know about her and her comfort with the church, she
must be somewhat religious. Maybe she's waiting until there's a
ring on her finger.

Fuck. If that's the case I need to forget all
the fantasies I've had about the two of us. I'm never getting
married. A walk down the aisle just so I can be in an unhappy
marriage doesn't interest me.

"After what happened to me I didn't trust
men. I've never been loved and I've definitely never trusted anyone
enough to get that part of me, but there was always a part of me
that feared a man would come along one day and just take it from
me. So I ate my feelings and hid my body underneath baggy clothing.
Food made me happy and it wasn't until I was twenty-two that I
realized just how big I allowed myself to get."

"So it's not for religious reasons. You're
not, like, saving yourself, are you?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about
saving myself until marriage. The nuns had pushed abstinence with
me from an early age, but I never truly believed in that. I'm not
sure what I believe in when it comes to sex, I just know I never
had to worry about it as an adult because no men looked at me.

"Matt's the one who encouraged me and made me
realize I needed to stop hiding behind my weight. And just be
happy, no matter what size I am."

Fucking Matt. I wished she'd stop bringing
that motherfucker's name up. I'm going to start calling him Matt
the asshat.

It's got a nice ring to it.

"I guess I just don’t understand how you
could be in your mid-twenties and still be a virgin."

"How old were you when you lost your
virginity?"

"Oh no. We're not talking about me right
now."

"That, right there," she says, pointing at
me. "You want to know my whole life story and I still know nothing
about you. You avoid anything that requires you to open up and you
dodge all of my personal questions."

"You don't want to know when I lost my
virginity, Cassie. You don’t want to know about my screwed-up
upbringing. Especially since it looks like I had the perfect life
compared to someone like you."

"I do want to know. I wouldn't have asked if
I didn't want to know. Can’t you just tell me something about you?
I know very little about you, yet I trust you for some reason. I
trust you more than anyone I’ve ever met, and that scares me, so
can you please just open up to me?"

I'll tell her, but she's not going to like
it.

"I was thirteen," I mumble, suddenly ashamed
at how young I was. At the time I thought it was awesome and spent
the first week back at school bragging to all my buddies.

"Wow." She's silently watching me, waiting
for me to tell her more.

"It was spring break and I took an early
flight home from boarding school. I couldn't wait to be home.
Looking back at it now, I have no idea why I was in a rush to get
home. My parents ignored me whenever I was home.

"My mom was at the club planning a charitable
dinner so she told me to take a cab home from the airport. When I
walked into the house it was quiet. I called out for my dad but he
must not have heard me. I went to the kitchen, deciding to make
myself a snack while I waited for someone to get there. When I
walked into the kitchen he had one of his interns pressed against
the fridge. Her skirt was around her waist, her blouse ripped open
and he was screwing her. Her bare ass was against our stainless
steel fridge.

"I had read rumors of my father's infidelity
in the press, but this was the first time I had actually witnessed
it. When he spotted me I ran from the room and went upstairs. I
hung out in my bedroom until he was finished with the intern. He
didn’t apologize to me, or explain why he was cheating on my mom.
Instead he said he wanted to take me out to dinner to catch up. I
was ecstatic because I had never had time with my dad like that
before. I thought he wanted to know what was going on with me.

"We drove for a little under an hour until we
pulled up to this ratty-looking building. When we walked in it was
dimly lit with women dancing on tables and there was a stage with a
woman swinging from a pole, almost completely naked. My dad
whispered something to one the doormen and then we went in
back.

"I'll spare you the gory details, but my dad
handed me a condom and paid one of the women to take me in a
private room and fuck me. I probably lasted a good thirty seconds
inside her before I came, but my dad was proud of me. Telling me I
was finally a man, and men don't talk about their sexual
encounters. It was basically his way of telling me not to say a
word to my mom about what I witnessed between him and his
intern."

"Did you tell your mom?"

"No. I didn’t want to hurt her. Plus, as time
went on it was obvious she knew about my dad's indiscretions and
decided to ignore them. She didn't want to lose her social
status."

Cassie's quiet. She's back to playing with
the hem of her shirt and I'm tempted to pull it off her so she has
nothing to distract her.

"So now you know. Anything else you'd like me
to reveal to you tonight?" I ask a little too harshly. I'm not mad
that I told her, I'm mad that she's not saying anything.

"I think that's enough for one night. Maybe I
should get going." She stands up from the bed, releasing her shirt
from between her hands.

I don't want her to leave. I can't have sex
with her now, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let her go. I love
being around her. Spending the evening with her was surprisingly
nice. One of the best nights I've had in a really long time.

Standing up, I approach her and slip my hands
in her hair, tangling them in the wavy mess. I lean down and kiss
her softly. It's just a kiss, no promise of it leading to anything
else. I just want to feel her lips against mine.

She kisses me back and it’s unrushed. We're
just two people enjoying the connection. We remain like this for a
few minutes before I pull my lips away from hers and rest my head
against hers.

"Spend the night. We'll just sleep. I
promise, nothing more."

"Why do you want me to stay if we're not
going to sleep together?" she asks me, genuinely interested in what
my answer will be. I tell her the truth.

"I'm not ready to watch you go."

It's silent for a long time. Our heads are
still together and the only sound is of our breaths mixing
together. Eventually she nods her head. It's a silent agreement to
spend the night.

I pull her onto the bed and stand over her,
in awe of her purity. "Do you trust me?"

She nods her head. It's another silent answer
from her, but her trust in me makes my heart soften a little
more.

I reach down to the top of her jeans and
unbutton them before slipping them down her hips and pulling them
off her body. She's in just a pair of black cotton underwear and
her red t-shirt. I move away from her, pulling the gray comforter
back so she can slip underneath. She silently follows my lead and
rests underneath the covers.

I walk over to the wall with the light switch
and turn the lights off in the room, before slipping off my jeans
and pulling my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor so I'm
in just my boxers. I walk over to the other side of the bed and
slip under the comforter.

I want to move over to her and hold her, but
I’m afraid she'll think I want more. I don't want to give her the
wrong idea and scare her off, so instead I stay on my side of the
bed and stare up at the mirror.

She's watching me in the mirror, too.

With one look we're both saying so much to
each other, yet not saying anything at all. We're letting our eyes
say all the words.

Eventually Cassie lets out a deep yawn and
her eyes begin to flutter closed. She turns in bed and reaches out
for me, letting one of her arms fall across my torso. Her touch
electrifies something inside my body. It's an entirely new
feeling.

Everything I feel with her is new. In the
past a woman's touch was only for one thing–to bring me to release.
Cassie's touch means so much more. I'm starting to see a future
with her and I want things I never wanted before. When my eyes
close as I succumb to sleep, I have the image of Cassie walking
towards me in a long, white lace gown.

Cassie

"Mm." I moan, trying to sink deeper into the
soft mattress as my hand stretches against something firm and
warm.

I can't remember the last time I slept this
well. I don't want to open my eyes and begin the day. I just want
to lay right here, basking in the remnants of my dream. I dreamt I
spent the entire night with Theo. We talked and kissed, a lot.