Page 4 of Forbid It

“You really are trouble, aren’t you?”

I catch her laugh with my lips, transforming it into a delicious moan that sends heat rushing to my already hardening cock.

Slowly, she opens her mouth, her tongue peeking into mine. I slide one hand up her back, pulling on the red curls cascading over her skin. With the other I push her skirt up, further exposing her to me.

She lets her legs fall open, inviting me in.

I tilt my head and press kisses along her neck, her perfume making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I hook her leg over one of mine, the motion forcing her to tilt backwards into the cushion of the sun lounger. I follow, falling to my knees as she sprawls out before me like a feast. I barely have the chance to tug open a button on my shirt before my journey down her body ends between her thighs.

Cassie gasps in pleasure as I press a kiss through the silky lace of her underwear. I glance up at her with hooded eyes and a silent question. She nods frantically. I kiss her inner thigh, inhaling her delicious scent. Honey and strawberries. I tug at the sides of her underwear and she lifts her hips to help me drag them down her legs, leaving them hooked over one ankle.

I spread her legs, palms clutching her quivering thighs to hold her open before I taste what I’m aching for.

Her moans are like music to my ears, the noises of the party fading completely. I’m surrounded by her, her taste, her feel, her smooth skin as she writhes under my touch. I bring my hand up to play with her clit and it’s like a switch being flicked, her breathy moans transforming to gasps of pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Cassie whine above me. I stay with her, following her lead until her legs clench around me and her back arches.

Her legs relax as she catches her breath before she’s tugging me up by my collar, ripping a button in the process. I fall into the cradle of her thighs as she tugs my lips to hers, her tongue exploring my mouth the way I just did her pussy.

I grind into her, my already hard cock aching to be inside her.

Her dress has slipped, baring her perfect breasts to the cool night air. Pebbled and begging to be touched.

I flick one with my thumb and she gasps into my mouth, her hands exploring my shirt and pulling it from my trousers.

Vaguely, I can hear laughter from the party, but I tune it out, desperate to make her moan again.

She gasps, and I blink up at her. Suddenly she’s lurching upright, the motion toppling the lounger until I have one leg on the floor and the other hooked over the seat.

“What?” I ask, perplexed. Did she change her mind?

She frantically pulls her dress up and shuffles off the end of the bed.

Then I hear it. “Cassie!”

The vaguely familiar voice is a lot closer than I thought the party was.

“I have to go,” she hisses, snatching her shoes from the ground and yanking them back on. I’m still half on the lounger, half in the grass, but I manage to untangle myself just as she rises to her feet, brushing her hair from her face.

“Thanks for the orgasm,” she says brusquely.

I laugh. “You’re welcome, trouble.”

Without another glance at me, she darts through the entrance of the bushes. I’m so bemused I don’t even take the chance to ask for her number. I rise to my feet and reach into my pants, squeezing my cock in apology for its near miss.

I notice a shadow in the grass and quickly realize it’s her lacy underwear. I pick them up, for no reason other than they surely shouldn’t be left out here for anyone to find.

I shove them in my pocket and head towards the wooden gate.

Before I step back into the light from the house, I hear her voice. “Sorry, I fell asleep.”

“Asleep?” A man says, his familiar, booming voice light with mirth. “Fell asleep at your own party? Never heard anything like it.”

I think my heart has left my chest and has taken root in my throat as I dart back behind the bush. I poke my head around the corner, desperate for the visual I’m dreading.

Cassie looks put together, nothing like the vixen who was coming on my tongue and who left her underwear behind like a sexually liberated Cinderella. She’s facing me, so I only see the back of the man she’s talking to. I’ve only met him once, less than an hour ago, but it’s enough to recognize his towering presence.

“I had a long day, Daddy.”