Cassie
Declan and I crashed into his entryway, the door slamming behind us. I laughed against his mouth. “Eager?”
He pulled my dress over my head, bending to nibble my neck and running his hands over my bare thighs. “You aren’t?”
I undid the button on his pants and grabbed his cock. “I never said I wasn’t.” God, he felt perfect in my hands. Hard and smooth, and blessedly endowed. I moaned when he took my nipple in his mouth. He groaned and picked me up with his hands on my ass. My legs automatically went around his waist, placing my core right against his dick. I ground against him, and he pushed my back against the wall. A picture crashed to the floor.
“Oh God, Cassie, you feel so fucking good.”
I bit his neck and then licked to take the sting away. “I need you, Declan, please.” I’d beg at this point if he asked me to. I’d get down on my knees and plead with him. The drinks, the dancing; walking home with the stars above us. All it had taken was one shared look. One look that said, oh hell yeah.
He ripped my panties in half, throwing them over his shoulder with a cocky grin. He used his body to keep me up against the wall, one hand stayed on my thigh and one hand went down between us. “You’re so fucking wet, Cassie, so fucking ready for me.”
I couldn’t even respond to that. I had no words for how badly I needed this man inside me. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that what I was doing was wrong. But, damn, I just didn’t care enough to stop. I’d loved Declan my whole life, and my whole life was about to be over. Somewhere between the shots and the dancing, things had gone from friendly to flirty. And then from flirty to…well, fucking apparently.
“I need you inside me, Declan, I need you.” He didn’t hesitate. He entered me in one exquisite thrust. I swear I saw spots. He felt so good, so right inside me. He stretched me, filling me completely, bordering that amazing line between pleasure and pain. “Oh God, Dec.”
He fused his mouth to mine, our tongues tangled together, our breaths became one in the same. Every thrust was perfect, he wasn’t gentle, he wasn’t careful. And it felt so fucking good. He slammed into me over and over, his hand behind my head the only thing saving me from a concussion.
It’d never been like this for me. I’d never had wild against a wall, hungry for every touch. This was what sex was supposed to be, uninhibited and free. Declan was every fantasy I’d ever had.
“I’m barely hanging on here, baby. Come for me, Cassie.”
“Oh my God, Declan, oh God.” I came hard and seconds later I could feel him pulsing inside me. And nothing had ever felt so right. After we recovered, he carried me toward his bedroom. “Is it time for bed already?”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through my body. “It’s time for a bed, but it’s far from bedtime, baby.”
Declan had been hard and rough, then soft and sweet, again and again. I’d fallen asleep in his arms, his mouth at my ear whispering enchanting words. He told me he’d always wanted me. That this night was like a dream come true. Coming together over and over until neither one of us could move was everything I’d ever imagined it would be.
The one thing I’d never fantasized about?
Waking up alone.