The Bonds We Break by Becca Steele

EIGHT

You taste even better than I remember.

Cassius’ words echoed in my ears as I stood propped up against the wall on shaky legs. What we’d just done…it wasn’t that it was a new experience for me, or for Cassius either, for that matter, but it had been so completely unexpected.

Unexpected in the best way. I was coming back into myself, and tonight, the real me had surfaced. The me that had been suppressed ever since the docks.

I loved it.

I knew it wouldn’t be that easy, of course. Nothing had been solved yet. But tonight, I could forget about all that. Cassius had somehow known to provide me with exactly what I needed, what I hadn’t even known I’d needed.

I didn’t want to go back to the old me, though. Not totally. The bitchy side of me, the shallow emptiness that I’d so often felt—that was gone for good, or so I hoped.

My deep thoughts were interrupted by Cassius making his way back over to me. Tall, tattooed, and gorgeous, he drew the eyes of everyone in the vicinity. His dirty-blond hair was artfully dishevelled, his body covered in a ridiculously tight black T-shirt that showed every single bump and groove of his muscles, and dark jeans that looked like they’d been practically sprayed on… My stomach flipped at the sight of him. For once, his gaze didn’t stray, remaining on me, and a bright smile appeared on his face as our eyes met.

A rush of feeling swept through me—a swirling combination of gratefulness, euphoria, and heady, heady lust. I trembled with the sudden need to touch him, my senses overwhelmed as he came to a stop right in front of me. Never breaking eye contact, he lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, sending a shiver through my body.

I wanted him.

I wanted him so, so much.

“Hi,” he said.

In reply, I closed the last few millimetres of distance between us. His sudden exhale hit my lips, and then his mouth came down on mine.

Maybe it was the fact that this was the first man I’d kissed in months, or maybe it was his skilful mouth, but this kiss was like nothing else. It was incomparable.

His tongue licked into my mouth, one hand gripping the back of my head while the other ran down my back and onto my ass, tugging me against him. I lost myself in him, his body hot against mine, my hands in his hair, then my nails scraping over the back of his neck.

“This probably isn’t a good idea.” His mouth moved to my throat, kissing and licking his way down to my collarbone.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, I pulled so he’d look up at me, smirking at his sudden screech. “Do you want to stop?”

“Fuck, no. I love bad ideas.” He dived for my mouth again, and I smiled against his lips.

This. This was what I needed.

When he ran his hand over my body, stopping on one of my breasts, I moaned, lifting my head. “Cass.”

“Yeah?”

“Want to go back to the hotel?”

In reply, he grabbed my hand and led me in the direction of the exit.

Out on the street, he pressed me against the wall next to the club, sliding his mouth over mine again. I could feel his hardness against me, and I reached down between us to palm his length.

“I want you.” His voice was strained. “My cock really isn’t happy being confined like this.”

A laugh escaped me, despite the haze of lust. He continued talking, dragging my body against his. “I’ve spent the last however long with you grinding all over my dick, had to feel you coming against me, and I haven’t had any action yet.”

“Aw, are you feeling neglected?” I slid my hands up his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath the cotton of his T-shirt. Pressing a kiss to his jaw, I smiled. “Mmm. Your jaw’s so smooth. Whoever shaved you must’ve been incredibly talented.”

He breathed out a half laugh, half groan against the side of my face. “Yeah.” Tugging me away from the wall, he led us in the direction of the hotel at a fast pace. Luckily, it wasn’t far. We had separate rooms, but I had a feeling we’d only be seeing the inside of one of them.

“You said incredibly talented?” He shot me a blazing look. “I’ll tell you what else you’re incredibly talented at.” We stepped inside the hotel lobby, quiet except for the night porter. Coming to a stop in front of the lifts, he hit the button, and the doors opened straight away. After pressing the button for our floor, he crowded me into the corner of the lift. Dipping his head, he took my lobe between his teeth before releasing.

“What else am I incredibly talented at?” I asked breathlessly, arching against him as his teeth ran down my neck. I fucking loved it when he was like this. Loved his playful side, too, but this sexy, predatory side of him…it set me on fire.

Gripping my hand, he pushed it down between us, over the hard bulge in his jeans. His voice was a low growl against my throat. “Sucking. My. Cock.”

“Yes.”

We stumbled out of the lift, barely separating to get the key card in the door of Cassius’ room. The second the door slammed shut behind us, Cassius was on me, stripping me out of my dress and underwear, leaving me bared to him.

“Fuck.” He stepped back, swallowing hard, his hands working at his jeans as he gave me another searing look. The bright blue of his eyes was almost swallowed by his pupils. “You look even better than I remember.”

His words were reminiscent of those he’d said earlier, and they sent a jolt of lust through me. “Have you even seen me like this?” Stalking over to him, I slid my hands down his body and gripped the hem of his T-shirt, tugging it up. “Because I haven’t seen all of you yet. And I want to.”

He gave a kind of choked moan as I freed him of his T-shirt. We’d slept together once before, a long time ago, and we’d fooled around on quite a few occasions, although not for a long time now. It had always been meaningless fun, another way to let go and live in the moment without worry. We’d never bared ourselves to each other before, though—literally or figuratively. Dropping to my knees, I peeled his jeans down, which wasn’t easy since they were so tight. But the reward was so worth it. When he finally stepped out of them, I ran my hands up his strong calves, up the back of his thighs, and onto his ass.

“So sexy,” I murmured, gripping him and pulling his hips forwards. I stared up at him from beneath my lashes as I closed my lips around the head of his cock, straining at the fabric of his underwear. When I lifted my head, his hands came to my hair, roughly caressing the strands, his lids lowering as he looked down at me.

“Suck me, Jessa. I wanna fuck that pretty mouth.”

His usual teasing tone was absent, his gaze full of fire, and I eased down his underwear, taking his thick length in my hand. “You want me to suck your cock, huh?” Dipping down, I flicked my tongue over the head with the barest pressure, making him groan.

“Babe, you’re killing me.”

“So impatient.” I moved my head lower, licking a long, slow stripe from the base all the way to the tip while I lightly cupped his balls. Glancing back up at him, I saw his lids had lowered, his lashes hiding his expression from me. He was sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, his stomach muscles tensed. Fuck, he was so close to the edge already. I didn’t want him to come yet, though.

Rising up higher, I kept my grip on his cock, stroking him up and down so, so slowly. A hiss escaped from between his teeth, and he tried to thrust into my hand, but I kept my grip loose. I pressed a kiss to his abs, then licked and kissed down the slope of his V, repeating the process on the other side. His body was a work of art, and I’d never had the chance to explore it in detail before.

His hands tightened their grip in my hair, tugging slightly, and I smiled, pressing one final kiss to his skin before raising my head. He’d been patient enough, and we both needed this. “Now you can fuck my mouth.”

Then I lowered my head, wrapped my lips around him, and opened my throat, taking almost his entire hard length in one long movement, despite his size.

“Fuuuck.” His strangled groan was accompanied by his hips thrusting forwards, and I moaned around his cock as he fucked into my mouth, angling my head forwards until there was no possible way I could fit any more of him inside me. My vision blurred with tears, and my lungs burned, and I pulled back to take a breath, switching things up by dragging my tongue over his sensitive head while my hand played with his balls and taint. He groaned again, his head falling back against the wall behind him as I swallowed his cock again, hollowing my cheeks as I hummed around his thick length. His hips thrust forwards, and his legs tensed against me. Without warning, he pulled out of my mouth, and then his cum was hitting my mouth, my face, and my body.

“Fucking fuck.” He slumped back against the wall, his eyes closed, and let himself slide down to the floor.

When he opened his eyes, I gave him a satisfied smile. “Good?” My voice came out raspy, thanks to the way he’d been fucking my throat.

“Jessa…fuuuuck. Better than good.” His gaze tracked over me, and he leaned forwards to pull me onto his lap. “Look at you, all covered in cum.” Reaching out, he traced my bottom lip with his finger before lightly pushing it against my closed mouth. I took the hint and opened for him, my tongue sliding over his finger and tasting the salty tang before he removed his finger and kissed me.

“Cass,” I moaned as he trailed kisses down my throat. “I want…”

“What do you want, babe?”

Pulling back, I met his gaze, all heavy-lidded and sexy. “You inside me.”

“It’s like you read my mind.” A slow, teasing smile curved over his lips. “Gimme five minutes to recover, and I’ll blow your mind.”

I shot him a look, even as my heart rate sped up. “Five minutes? And these are big promises you’re making.”

He nipped at my bottom lip, his hands coming up to caress my breasts, making my breath catch in my throat. “My recovery time is legendary. And I never promise things I can’t deliver.”

“Well…” I arched into his touch. “I need to clean up, because someone thought this was a good idea.” Waving a hand at myself, I caught his satisfied smirk. “Want to check the water pressure in the shower with me?”

Lifting me from his lap, he rose to his feet, extending his hand to me. “I was about to suggest the same thing.”

We didn’t make it to the bed.

Maybe his five minutes recovery time was an exaggeration, but I wasn’t counting. As soon as he began soaping my body, his dick was lengthening, and by the time he’d dipped his fingers between my legs, he was fully hard, grinding against my ass. His hot breath hit my ear, water streaking off his head and down over my body. “It was so fucking hot feeling you come against me while that girl touched you. But I want to feel you come all over my fingers now. Are you gonna come for me, babe?”

I moaned, tipping my head to the side, my senses overloaded by everywhere he was touching me—his teeth nipping at my throat, his hands working over my breasts, my clit, and his fingers curling inside me. It had been fun earlier in the club, but this, right now…it didn’t even compare.

“That’s it. Come for me.” He increased the pressure, and I fell apart, riding the wave of my orgasm, head thrown back against his shoulder and my body braced against his, holding me up.

When I recovered, coming back to myself, he spun me gently to face him. There was a wide grin on his face that just radiated smugness. I raised a brow, doing my best to ignore the way the water was falling over his hard body, although I couldn’t help my gaze flicking downwards, cataloguing his dips and lines, and the thick length of his cock jutting out between us, brushing against my hip.

So gorgeous.

My breaths came faster, but I kept my voice level. “What?”

“I made you come on command.” The smugness increased as he spoke, and I shook my head. How could I be irritated, amused, and completely and utterly turned on all at once?

“That was a coincidence,” I told him, but he shook his head.

“It’s part of my sex voodoo powers.”

“Never say you have sex voodoo powers again.”

“I make no promises. Anyway, you said it to me first.”

My smile matched his, but as much as I could banter with him all day, we had way more important things to do. Things that involved him being inside me, preferably as soon as possible. Stepping closer, I placed my palms flat against his chest, feeling his increasing heart rate under my palm. Sliding them lower, I tilted my head up to his at the same time his mouth came down on mine.

And that was when Cassius Drummond took control.

I barely had a chance to move my hands away and wrap my arms around his neck before he was scooping me up, lifting me up against the shower wall, his mouth covering mine, and then he was angling my body and sliding me down onto his hard length.

My grip on him tightened, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he pounded into me, the angle so perfect that I knew I wouldn’t last long before I was coming all over his cock. I was so full, so overwhelmed by this man who knew exactly how to play my body, like it was made for him.

“Cass.” A moan fell from my lips as he latched onto my throat, sucking a mark into my skin.

“Come for me, baby,” he said in a low, commanding voice, and I shattered around him, swept away on a high I never wanted to come down from. Pumping his hips harder, he growled against my throat, raw and animalistic, and then his cock was pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum.

His cum.

“Cass!” The horror in my tone wiped the lustful pleasure from his face so fast, I reeled backwards.

“What?”

“We didn’t use a condom!” My breaths were coming in shallow pants, panic probably written all over my face.

“Oh.” Giving another couple of lazy pumps of his hips, he leaned forwards and placed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“What do you mean, oh? This is serious.”

Lifting me off him, he directed me under the stream of water still pouring from the giant showerhead. “I take my responsibilities as a sex voo—sex god very seriously, Jessa.”

“Sex god—what? What’s that even supposed to mean?”

“It means that I make sure I get regularly tested, since I have sex god responsibilities to fulfil.” He flashed me a grin. “And I never, ever fuck anyone without a condom.”

“Except you just did,” I pointed out, my heart rate slowly coming down as his words penetrated the fog of panic that had overtaken my mind.

“Except I just did,” he repeated slowly. Sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he studied me with an inscrutable expression. “I guess we got caught up in the moment, yeah?”

I shrugged, tipping my head back to let the water cascade down my back. Cassius reached over to my left and handed me a washcloth that he drizzled shower gel on.

“You’re protected, right? And you’ve been tested or whatever?”

I moved the washcloth over my body in small circles, holding eye contact with him. His gaze was confident, unconcerned, and the last of my panic died away. “Yeah. I just… It was a shock.”

Placing his hand on my shoulders, he turned me. “Then we don’t have anything to stress about. Here. Let me do your back.” I handed him the washcloth, the moment so normal, so familiar, that it took me aback. Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out deeply.

“That’s twice now.” Cassius’ voice was suddenly right by my ear, making my eyes fly open.

“Twice what?”

“Twice that I’ve made you come on command.”

“Does this man have any limits to his ego?” I wondered aloud. Then, turning my head, I treated him to an eye roll. “Pure coincidence, both times.” I left out the whole thing about him knowing how to play my body perfectly—he did not need that kind of information to inflate his already huge ego.

He shook his head, disbelieving. “Don’t even pretend that you didn’t love every second of what happened tonight.”

I turned to face him fully, linking my arms around his neck, because whatever he might say to me, how could I resist a gorgeous, naked, wet Cassius Drummond? “Mmm. I could probably be persuaded to go for another round, if your legendary recovery skills are up to the job.”

A gleam came into his eye. “Is that a challenge?” Without breaking eye contact, he reached over and turned the shower off. “Bed. Now.”