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The water turned off next door, and I held my breath.
Bowie: I need this to be special for us. Not just some hormone-fueled fuck.
I got off the bed, slipped out of my dress, and struck my sexiest selfie pose in the mirror.
Me: So close. At least I can give you a visual to work with.
I attached the picture and sent it.
I heard another thump next door followed by footsteps. They stopped on the other side of the door that divided our places. I crossed to my side and waited.
“Go to bed, Cass,” he said quietly through the door.
“I don’t want perfect or forever. I want you, now,” I whispered.
“Baby, don’t do this to me,” he pleaded.
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked, hoping to God Jonah’s bedroom door at the front of the house was shut tight.
“Yes,” Bowie hissed.
He groaned low.
I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand not seeing him, not watching him. I flung the door open and there was Bowie. Fisting the cock he’d freed from his sweat pants. His eyes were hooded, his neck and jaw were tight. And that tight fist was moving up and down his shaft.
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Her eyes were wide and glassy. She was naked, needy, those subtle curves begging for my hands.
“I’m tryin’ to do the right thing, Cass,” I rasped. But I couldn’t stop fucking my hand and wishing it was her.
She didn’t say a word to me. Just slowly sank to her knees in front of me in the doorway.
She made the sexiest picture I’d ever seen in my entire life. Kneeling in front of me, offering herself to me.
“Cass,” I hissed at her. I wanted it to be perfect for her. Wine and candlelight and soft music.
But looking at her on her knees in front of me, those lips opening. I’d been stupid to think I could wait.
I needed her. I needed to be inside her. To know her. To possess her. To worship her.
“You said you’d give me anything,” she said quietly.
I nodded wordlessly. Yes, I had definitely said that. Who was I to deny Cassidy my dick when it was what she wanted? I was rationalizing, desperately, lightheadedly. But right now I couldn’t quite remember why it was important to wait.
Then she leaned forward and slicked her tongue over the tip, and I was a goner.
I shoved my hands into her hair and holding her on my cock, I crossed the threshold, shutting the door behind me.
I’d crossed the line, committed the crime. I couldn’t say no to her.
I gripped her hair, those long, honey tresses that I’d obsessed over for years, and guided her down my shaft.
Groaning, I leaned back against the door.
Her mouth. Her fucking mouth. It was paradise.
