Tackled

  He moves one finger across my pussy lips — first one, then the other — teasing me and refusing to touch me anywhere else. The heat from his fingers radiates through my body and makes me feverish with anticipation.

  "You don't get to claim me," I argue.

  If this is what he means by claiming me, he can claim me all night long.

  I don’t say that out loud.

  “I'm going to claim you Cassie," he growls. "All of you. Over and over again. You're going to beg me to claim you."

  “You…can’t say…that,” I breathe, my words punctuated by inhalations as he keeps teasing me, touching me everywhere else except where I want to be touched.

  “No?” He slides his hands up my body. For a second, I’m disappointed. But then he pulls the bottom of my tank top up over my stomach, his fingers grazing my skin. His touch sends a shiver through me that goes straight to my core.

  “Nope,” I whisper.

  “Then let me say something else,” he says.

  “Say it.” I stare at his lips, hanging on his every word. I want his lips on me desperately. I want his lips moving across my skin, caressing me, his mouth between my legs.

  “Let me tell you what I’m going to do next,” he says. “Right now, I'm going to take off your shirt, and then your pants. Then I'm going to lick you until you’re gasping for breath. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re bucking against my face. I want to hear you call my name when you come. Over and over. I want to hear you moan my name.”

  He doesn’t wait for an answer, which is good because I don’t fucking have one after that. His words send arousal coursing through me, pooling between my legs. If I were wearing panties, they’d be soaked. The way he talks, the way he tells me exactly what he wants to do to me, no one has ever talked to me like this before.

  No one has ever wanted me like this before.

  My body is on fire, the flames of lust stoked because of him. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want him.

  He lifts my tank top over my head with no resistance from me, kissing his approval down the side of my neck as he runs his finger down my chest and between my breasts. I arch my back to meet his touch, already needy for him.

  "Then I'm going to finger-fuck you, Cassie Rae," he says, his voice thick as he kisses his way down my breasts. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging for my cock.”

  I whimper as he traces circles around my nipples, one at a time, with his tongue. He does it excruciatingly slowly, and my nipples harden at the sensation.

  "And then what?” I ask. I can hardly get the words out, my breath catching in my throat as he drags his teeth along my sensitive skin. He sucks my nipple into his mouth more forcefully, pinching it between his teeth, and even though it sends a shock of pain through me, the pain is eclipsed by the heat that overwhelms everything else.

  “Then nothing,” he says. “Because I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “No?” I barely choke out the word.

  “Not until you’re ready,” he amends. “However long that is. Not until you want me to fuck you.”

  The way he touches me, that may be a lot sooner than he expects.

  He slides his hand down the front of my pajama pants, but instead of teasing me, this time he slides his fingers over my clit, then further. “Shit, you’re wet as hell.”

  I whimper at the sensation of his fingers between my legs. I pull my lip between my teeth, trying not to cry out as the heat from his fingertips radiates through me.

  A pained expression crosses his face. "Feel what you do to me, Cassie."

  He reaches for my hand and places it between his legs. His cock presses hard against his jeans, and when my palm presses hard back, he groans.

  His groan.

  That sound. It makes me want to make him do it again and again.

  I fumble with the button on his jeans and he shakes his head. "Not yet," he says. "Your lips will be wrapped around my cock soon enough."

  "Oh God," I whisper. The thought of his cock in my mouth, tasting him on my tongue, makes me hot.

  His fingers press against my entrance, teasing me. “You’re soaked,” he observes. “This is how you’ve been when you’ve been tutoring me, isn’t it? Your panties wet underneath that little black skirt of yours, sitting with your thighs pressed together, your pussy throbbing. Fucking yourself with your vibrator and thinking about me.”

  "I've been very professional," I say haughtily.

  “I wanted to rip your damn clothes off the first time I saw you,” he growls. “Your fucking clothes annoy me.”

  “What’s annoying about my clothes?”

  He kneels down, his hands on the sides of my pants and yanks them to the ground, then tosses them aside. “The fact that you wear any,” he answers.

  Colton slides his hands up my legs, one palm on each thigh, and spreads them apart. He puts his face close to my pussy, so close I can feel his hot breath against my skin, but he doesn't touch me. Instead, he inhales deeply.

  Inhales me.

  Then he looks up at me from between my legs, his eyes hooded, face racked with lust. "This is what I've been waiting for." He covers my pussy with his mouth, groaning loud and long when he tastes me, and the sound he makes is nothing compared to the moan I let out. I think I might have died and gone to heaven.

  He flicks his tongue over my pussy, exploring me slowly like he has nowhere else on earth to be, and my head lolls back as he works me over. This is like nothing I've ever felt before, definitely not from the college boyfriend who couldn't have been less interested in going down on me if he tried.

  But Colton… Colton murmurs his approval from between my legs. I run my hands over his head, pulling him against me and arching my hips toward him as pleasure washes over me like a wave, growing more and more intense as his tongue explores me.

  Holy shit. How have I been missing out on this?

  My vibrator and my fingers don't compare to this at all.

  He eats me for what seems like an eternity until I'm on the verge, delirious from near-orgasm and pent-up frustration.

  Then he pulls away, grinning at me, his mouth still glistening from my wetness. "Don’t worry, Cassie. I'm going to let you come."

  I whimper at the promise.

  "Turn around," he commands.

  I comply, my heart thudding in my chest. Part of it is arousal and part of it is excitement, the nervous anticipation of not knowing what he wants from me. Colton runs his hands over my hips, gripping the flesh of my ass as he speaks. I wonder if he's going to bend me over and take me here, thrusting his cock into me the way I fantasized about.

  I think I want him to bend me over and take me.

  "I told you I wanted you to come on my face," he reminds me. "Stand still. Spread your legs."

  I stand there motionless, my hands on the bed, as he lies on his back on the floor, his hands gripping my ankles.

  "Do you know how many times I thought about this view?" he asks. "I fantasized about you standing over me in that little black skirt and those heels."

  I inhale sharply at the mere suggestion.

  "Kneel down, Cassie," he orders, his voice insistent. "I need your pussy on my face."

  He needs it.

  I do what he asks, barely hovering over him for a second before he grabs my ass and pulls me down on his face. Bracing my hands against the bed, I close my eyes, reveling in what he's doing to me. This time, it's not slow. This time he doesn't just eat me. He devours me, pulling my clit into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue.

  He lifts me off his face just long enough to tell me what he wants from me. "I want you to fuck me, Cassie," he tells me. "Don't hold back. I want you to let go."

  I suppress a whimper as he pulls me hard down on him again. His hands travel up my back, over my stomach, and then they're on my breasts, pulling at my nipples as I lean forward to brace myself against the bed.

  I'm too far gone to be self-conscious and I'm too far gone
to think about anything else except the way his touch feels on my skin, or the way his mouth feels, warm and wet, between my legs.

  My hips grind against him the way I want to ride his cock. From somewhere outside myself, I can hear my whimpers turn into louder cries, totally unintelligible, or maybe it's his name I'm calling over and over. The sensations are so intense that even though I want to hang on, to savor this moment more than anything else, I'm overpowered by a wave of pleasure that takes me by surprise.

  When Colton thrusts his tongue into me fiercely, it sends me over the edge. The orgasm is practically blinding, and I clutch the side of the bed as I cry out. It washes over me, wave after wave, until I'm lost in it.

  But Colton doesn't give me a moment's reprieve. He grips my hips and lifts me up gently, his eyes fixed on mine as he licks me again.

  "Colton," I protest, pulling him away from me.

  "You're embarrassed," he says, laughing.

  "I — yes." I stammer the words. "I was…loud."

  A grin spreads across his face. "That's the hottest thing I've ever heard. And now that's out of the way."

  "What's out of the way?" I ask.

  "Your first orgasm from me."

  First orgasm? My college boyfriend was more of the wham-bam type (except without the bam, I guess), squeezing my breasts perfunctorily and rubbing his finger on my clit until I came and he could get his turn.

  Colton is talking about getting the first orgasm out of the way? What the hell does he want to do with me now?

  He answers my question before I even ask it. "I'm going to lick you clean," he says. "And then I'm going to make you come again."

  23

  Colton

  I make good on my word.

  I bathe her pussy with my tongue and then I fuck her with my fingers, the way I told her I would before. We don't even make it to the bed. The minute I pull her to her feet, my fingers are on her clit. With one hand at the nape of her neck and the other between her legs, I kiss her.

  This is not the same girl who came into the room wound so tightly that she was going to burst, spun up about rules and all that bullshit, thinking too much.

  This girl runs her hands over my chest and down my back, her fingernails dragging across my skin as I stroke her slowly inside. She makes little whimpering sounds that are muted as I kiss her, little whimpering sounds that turn into louder moans the more I stroke her.

  This time, when Cassie's fingers find the button on my jeans, I don't stop her. I take my lips away from hers long enough so she can yank my pants and boxers down over my ass, and I kick them away when the clothing falls to my feet.

  But I don't stop stroking her.

  Not even when she looks down at my cock and licks her lips. My cock twitches its response as the thought of her lips around it flashes through my head.

  When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, I'm not sure who groans louder, me or her.

  "It's… so big," she whispers as her hand moves lightly up and down my shaft. Her brow furrows and I laugh.

  "You're worried," I say, pressing against the textured place inside her that makes her moan.

  "I'm worried it'll… hurt." Her touch is light, her strokes perfect as her hand pumps my shaft. It's exactly how I hoped it would feel, and I want my dick inside her more than anything.

  I push my fingers in deeper, my palm grinding against her clit, and she bucks her hips against me, her movements becoming erratic as she moves closer to orgasm. Her pussy is swollen, the muscles tightening around my fingers. "Don't get ahead of yourself," I say. "I'm not fucking you tonight. Tell me, did you think about wrapping your hand around my cock, the way it is right now?"

  "Yes," she breathes. She runs her thumb over the pre-cum that drips from the tip of my cock.

  "Did you come thinking about my cock in your mouth?" I whisper.

  "Yes."

  Her pussy tightens around my fingers again, and I can hardly handle feeling just her hand any longer. I want to claim her mouth as mine. "You bent yourself over here, and fucked yourself with your vibrator, thinking about how my cock would feel inside you?"

  "Yes."

  "Come for me, Cassie," I whisper. "Imagine it's my cock inside you, filling your pussy."

  She screams her orgasm, letting go of my cock as her pussy tightens around my fingers so hard it hurts, and all I can imagine is what it's like to be inside her.

  When Cassie finally comes down from her orgasm, she looks at me with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. She doesn't say a word. She runs her hands across my chest, her eyes trailing down the length of my body as she touches me like she's trying to memorize my body by touch. When her fingertips brush against the head of my cock, her touch makes me jump.

  She runs her finger across the head of my cock, catching the pre-cum that drips from the tip and rubbing it into my skin. When she grips my shaft again, her touch light, I hear myself groan.

  "I want to suck your cock," she whispers. Her face is flushed from her orgasm, her eyes bright as she looks at me with upturned lips.

  "Say that again. I can't get enough dirty words coming out of your mouth."

  "I want," she says, sinking to her knees between my legs, her hands following her down, trailing over my chest, "to suck your cock."

  "Cassie," I groan.

  My cock twitches at the thought of her lips wrapped around it, filling her mouth until I've given her every last drop of me.

  Cassie looks at me with wide eyes, her eyes locked on mine as she runs her tongue along the underside of my cock from the base all the way to the tip. When she reaches the top, she flicks her tongue over my head, pressing against the hole before she wraps her lips around it.

  Her mouth is warm and wet and I can't think of anything on earth that's better than the feeling of Cassie's perfect lips wrapped around it.

  "Your lips... " I groan, my hands running through her hair. I grip a handful, then force myself to relax to keep from doing what I want to do: pull her deeper onto my cock.

  She pulls away, her hand stroking my shaft slowly and rhythmically as she caresses my balls with her other hand. She's jerking me off, her face an inch away from my cock, and I try to think about anything else that might keep me from coming all over that sweet face of hers. "Is this okay?" she whispers, her voice soft.

  Is it okay? Holy shit. She thinks it might not be okay.

  If she's a virgin, does that mean she hasn't blown anyone before? Shit, I should have considered that.

  "Yes," I say. "It's fucking amazing."

  She beams, wrapping her lips around my head again, her hand pumping my shaft as she sucks the top of my cock.

  I close my eyes, savoring her mouth as she sucks me deeper. This is better than I imagined, far better than I fantasized when I thought about her on her knees with her lips wrapped around me.

  I'm so hard and so close to the edge already, after having my face between her legs and my fingers inside her pussy, that I have to keep from exploding inside her mouth right this second.

  When Cassie pulls back again, her hand pumping my shaft, her big eyes looking up at me, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing her on her knees.

  Then she opens her mouth and touches her tongue to the tip of