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CHAPTER 21

Cassie

When I notice the sunlight on my face in the early morning, my first reaction is panic. I shoot up in my bed, feeling Aiden stir beside me as I clamor for my cell phone on the bedside table.

Just after seven. Whew.

Sophie doesn’t normally crawl out of bed until eight thirty, at least. Especially on weekends. Still, I have labs today, and since Aiden’s and my late-night activities prevented me from remembering to set my alarm, I’m a good twenty minutes behind. I yawn as I replace my phone where I found it, rolling my shoulders and stretching as I try to wake myself up. I’d wager we only got four or five hours of sleep last night, and I have sore muscles I didn’t even know existed until today, but still. Seeing Aiden sprawled out in my bed, his hair falling into his eyes and his mouth parted softly in sleep—I’d say it’s worth it.

Last night had been one of immense surprise and relief; I had been so convinced that Aiden would ask me to leave that his understanding had knocked me on my ass. And what’s even more remarkable is his apparenthappinessto know who I am, whoweare. It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, knowing that there are no more secrets between us. It feels now like maybe we can actually give this thing a real chance. If that’s what Aiden wants, that is. I’m well aware that in our frenzied arousal that followed his discovery last night, Aiden and I haven’t gotten a chance to talk. That is something I think we’ll need to do at some point. I’d feel a lot better hearing that I’m not the only one who is invested in this thing between us beyond just the physical aspect.

I know I’m still behind, and that I should be jumping in the shower, but I feel greedy with him next to me like he is. His body seems too big for my queen-sized mattress, one of his thick arms draped above his head and the other resting over his stomach above the sheets, which are tangled around his hips. There are things more easily noticed in the bright light of the morning that I haven’t been able to appreciate during our usual late encounters— things like the soft smattering of hair on his chest that is lighter than that on his head. I let my fingers brush through it carefully as he stirs, not enough to wake but enough to shift his body so the sheet slips further from his waist, leaving him mostly nude.

And I am definitely not complaining about that.

I check the time on my phone again, weighing my options before telling myself that dry shampoo is a thing for a reason. Sure, they probably didn’t invent it for the sole purpose of early-morning sexcapades with your long-lost camgirl knight in shining armor, but whatever. I’m careful as I scoot next to him, lightly tracing the bottom half of his scar, which spills out from under his draped arm. I lean in to press my lips there afterward, feeling his skin twitch under my mouth, but his soft snores don’t stop.

I smile as I press another kiss lower, right along the relaxed V near his hip, flicking my tongue there as Aiden makes some soft sound in his sleep.

His cock lies heavy against his thigh, and I steal a glance at his face as I run a finger down the length of him, feeling him jump slightly at my touch. His thighs are already parted, one of his knees angled out to one side, so it’s not that difficult to wedge myself between them, bringing me up close and personal with the most intimate part of him. He’s heavy in my hand when I slide my palm underneath, and even with this I can feel him twitch.

It makes me wonder how much I can get away with before he wakes up.

I’m careful with my tongue, running it along the entire length of him with a barely there touch, and under my other hand that is braced over the top of his thigh, I can feel him tense. I swirl my tongue around the head before I try to take more inside, and I can feel how he’s starting to get harder in my mouth. I close my eyes as I push deeper, not able to fit all of him but making up for the leftover inches with my fist as I grip the base.

I don’t notice he’s awake until I’m pulling back up, my eyes popping open when I feel the weight of his palm on the back of my head. Now, it’s hard to smile with a dick in your mouth, so I’m sure I look ridiculous, but I try to make up for it by bringing the flat of my tongue under the head to cover more of him.

“That’s—” His voice is gravelly with sleep, his eyes glazed and half-lidded as he watches me. “That’s some wake-up call.” He’s fully hard now, making it easy to kiss along his shaft as he groans low in his chest. “What time is it?”

“Early,” I tell him. “She’ll be asleep for a while.”

His lashes flutter when I slide my tongue back up his entire length. “Okay.”

“But I have labs today,” I tell him, pumping him lazily with my fist. “So I have to be quick.”

One side of his mouth tilts up. “If you keep touching me like that, I don’t think time is going to be an issue.”

I like the way he watches me when I take him inside my mouth, looking at me like I’m some sort of mythical creature he can’t believe he’s seeing. It’s enough to make any girl feel confident. I bob my head to take as much as I can, still using my fist to work what my mouth can’t reach.

He’s gentler this time—none of the frenzied roughness like the last time I had him in my mouth, but I’m enjoying this side of him just as much as that one. Idly I wonder if there areanysides of Aiden I won’t like. The pressure of his hand on my hair is slight, hardly even there, but that, too, is making me feel heady. I kind of like being the one in charge for once.

His head falls back against the pillow, his mouth parting as his breath comes more roughly to spur me on. I can feel every twitch against my tongue, every little press of his fingers against my hair—all of it only making me want to push him over the edge that much more. I can tell he wasn’t kidding when he said this wouldn’t take long; I’ve barely had him in my mouth for more than a minute or so, and his breathing has been reduced to a series of ragged pants, and his hips tilt up almost reflexively every time I take him as deep as I can manage.

“Cassie,” he rasps. “You should—I’m gonna—”

I know exactly what he’s saying, and maybe it’s hubris on my part, but I like this. I like it because it feels like he can’t help it. I like it becausehelikes it. I could do this as many times as it takes to blow his fucking mind so that he won’t even be able tolookat his cock without imagining my mouth on him.

Although with the way he’s panting, I don’t think it will take all that much.

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