Cassian
I was going out of my mind, and Elvie had no idea just how close she came to getting completely unraveled right on that kitchen counter.
When I pressed my body against hers from behind, smelling the sweet, warm scent of her skin mixed with the garlic and butter, my dick grew rock-hard in a split second. The impulse to yank those shorts down, bend her over the edge of the island, and sink into her right then and there was almost impossible to fight. But I forced myself to pull back.
I needed her on edge. I wanted her so desperate for me that she couldn’t think straight, and the sharp flash of disappointment in her eyes when I walked upstairs told me everything I needed to know. She needed this just as much as I did.
Two hours later, I was still tossing and turning in bed, my blood boiling, my skin itching for her touch. I was completely on edge, my body aching with a heavy, restless frustration.
Giving up on sleep, I threw off the covers and decided to head downstairs for a glass of ice water to clear my head only to be stopped with her quiet, breathless whimpers echoed softly down the quiet hallway, carrying easily through the cracked door of my studio. She obviously had no idea how far her moans could travel in a dead-silent house.
The shyness and embarrassment on her face when I caught her red-handed was a scene to remember.
Sinking my fingers into her drenched, tight pussy and driving her over the edge until she screamed my name had been pure fucking ecstasy. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. Fingering her had only fueled the fire in my gut. My cock was throbbing inside my sweatpants, aching for the wet, tight heat of her inner walls.
If she wanted me to fuck her, I wasn’t just going to take it—I wanted her to claim it. I wanted her to stop hiding behind her shyness and take what she was craving so badly.
I looked away from her swollen lips and cast a cool, deliberate glance toward the canvas resting on the easel beside us.
"So," I murmured, my voice deep and gravelly, forcing a calm tone despite the storm brewing in my gut. "Tell me about this painting you came all the way down here to work on."
Elvie blinked up at me, her chest heaving, completely caught off guard by the abrupt shift in tone. Her lips parted, still trembling from the orgasm that had barely settled in her veins.
"I... what?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine for any sign of a joke.
"The canvas," I said, leaning back just enough to cross my arms over my bare chest, letting my biceps flex. "You were so eager to get down here in the middle of the night. I assume you had a grand vision in mind."
A brilliant, flushed red washed over her cheeks, spreading down her neck. She looked from me to the blank easel, then back to my face, realization dawning on her. She knew exactly what I was doing.
"Cassian, I..." She swallowed hard, her thighs instinctively twitching against the wooden edge of the table where she sat, right in front of me. "I wasn’t really thinking about painting."
"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow, my dark eyes dropping to the heavy, outline of my cock straining against the grey sweatpants just inches from her hands. "Then why are you down here, Elvie? What do you want?"
She bit her bottom lip, her hands tightening on the edge of the table. I could practically see the battle raging inside her head—her innate shyness fighting against the wild, uninhibited desire I had spent all day stoking inside her.
She looked down at my waist, her eyes locking onto the waistband of my sweatpants. "Because I wanted you," she confessed, her voice dropping lower, gaining a sudden, dangerous edge of courage.
"If you want something, Elvie," I murmured, leaning down slightly so my lips were an inch from hers, "you don’t wait for it to be handed to you. You reach out and take it."
That was the spark that set off the powder keg. Without taking her eyes off mine, Elvie reached out. Her fingers were trembling, but her grip was firm as her hands hooked into the waistband of my sweatpants.
My breath caught in my throat as she pulled down, releasing my throbbing, rock-hard length into the cool air of the room. It sprang free, heavy and slick, right before her.
A quiet gasp tore from her throat at the sight of me, but she didn’t back away. Instead, she leaned forward, her hands sliding up my bare hips, her fingers digging into my skin as she stroke the tip with her small hand.
"Fuck," I growled, my composure snapping like a thin thread. My hands slammed down onto the table on either side of her hips, pinning her in place.
She tilted her head up, her eyes dark, dilated, and completely stripped of any shyness. "Fuck me, Cassian," she whispered, a command wrapped in a plea. "Please... I want you inside me."
I reached out, my fingers wrapping firmly around her wrists to stop her stroke before she could drive me completely insane. "You’ll get what you want," I rasped out. "But first, you take care of daddy’s cock."
Elvie paused, her brows furrowing slightly at my words. "Daddy?"
"Yes," I growled, my grip on her wrists tightening just enough to emphasize my point. "You call me daddy whenever I’m fucking you. Now get down on your knees and give daddy a blow job."
For a split second, she held my gaze, her breath hitching at the direct command. Then, she slid smoothly off the edge of the wooden table and sank onto her knees right between my legs, looking up at me with dark, unblinking eyes.
Her small hands were soft against my burning, sensitive skin, sending a violent shockwave of pure heat straight to my gut.
"That’s it," I growled, my hand reaching down to tangle tightly into her hair, holding her steady. "Show me how good you can be for daddy."
Elvie leaned in, her warm, sweet breath washing over my head a second before she parted her lips and took my tip straight into her mouth.
"Fuck," I spat out, my back arching as my head flew back toward the studio ceiling.
Her mouth was impossibly hot and slick. She swirled her tongue around my sensitive head before slowly sliding further down, taking more of my thick length past her lips. She cupped the base of my cock with one hand, her thumb rubbing against my skin in short, deliberate strokes while her mouth worked me with a slow, agonizing suction.
Every sound that vibrated in her throat resonated right through my cock, driving me closer to the edge than I wanted to admit.
"Good girl," I rasped out, my fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she took me deeper, her nose pressing against my skin before she slid back up to the head, leaving a glistening trail of spit along my shaft.
She looked up at me through her long eyelashes, her eyes dark, heavy, and completely glossy with lust, never stopping her suction for a single second. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and the control she was surrendered to only made my blood boil faster.
"Stop," I grunted, my grip on her hair halting her movement right as she was about to take me deep again.
Elvie let out a soft, wet pop as her mouth slipped off my tip, looking up at me breathlessly, a line of spit tracing her bottom lip.
"Cassian..." she whimpered out, using the name so naturally it almost made my control snap right then and there.
I grabbed her under her arms, lifting her off her knees in one swift motion and tossing her back onto the edge of the wooden table.
"Are you on pills?"
Elvie shook her head no, her chest heaving as she held my gaze.
I let out a low grunt. I’d need to get her on birth control starting tomorrow. I hated using condoms. I wanted to feel her raw, with nothing separating my skin from hers.
I pulled down her shorts together with her panties and parted her legs wide for me. Her pussy completely open and waiting.
I lined my throbbing head directly against her wet, swollen slit, applying just enough pressure to feel how slick and ready she was for me.
"Look at me, Elvie," I commanded, my eyes locking onto hers as I pushed forward, sinking the broad head of my cock straight past her entrance.
I didn’t have time for foreplay.
She let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her hands flying up to grip my biceps as her inner walls stretched around me, tight and scorching hot.
"Daddy..." she cried out, her back arching off the table as I slowly drove all the way inside her, burying my length to the hilt.
I thrust inside her, a rough grunt leaving my throat as heat spread across my skin. My breathing was becoming heavier, with each thrust.
"Fuck, Elvie," I breathed. "You’re so tight."
My hand moved over her body, molding her breast through the fabric. The urge to taste them grew stronger with every second.
"Take off your shirt."
She obeyed without hesitation, lifting up her shirt and tossing it on the floor. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. My hand settled on her left breast, pinching the nipple.
"Fuck." I couldn’t stop the curse that slipped from my mouth.
Elvie arched into me, her fingers gripping my arm tightly as I pulled her by the hips towards me, while I thrust my whole length inside of her tight cunt.
"I’m—Cassian, I’m..."
"Cum with me," I whispered against her ear. "Let me feel you surrender to me."
Her cry filled the room, her body trembling against mine. I held her firmly, breathing just as hard as she was until we both get to climax.
I rested my head against hers as we both panted to the aftermath of the sex. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. They were too tempting not to feel the softness of it.
I held her gaze, my voice dropping to a rough whisper. "You’re mine. Every part of your body is fucking mine."