Cassie's Chance (6 page)

She smiled internally as well. She could make many moments like these
, and draw power from him when she wanted it.

Come h
ere; sit

He touched her face.

One moment, girl."
He sat, and rolled off the bed, stood, and waited for a moment till he could walk evenly, strode to the pants he'd tossed aside and picked them up.

Was he going to
stop in the middle
again?
This was ridiculous. At least she'd now seen his cock. But she wanted to feel it, she wanted it between her labia, stretching her. She wanted to feel vibrator-full, but with flesh; his flesh.

"Rangi.
" She sat up. She had to put a naked foot down about this slow-start stuff. She wanted Formula One on her bed immediately.

He turned and a condom wrapper fluttered to the floor. He handed her the thing.
"All yours. Make me hard and get that on. Since you're not restrained, you can be on top."

He
laid down, and stroked a hand across her chest. "It seems a long time since I met you, Cassandra. Really, it's been a scant few hours. Yet each has seemed to stretch into a year. Sit on me. Make the wait worthwhile."

She grinned.
"Aye, aye, chief."

He watched her
as she knelt and applied her mouth again to coax it, Lazarus-like, to continue the rising it had already begun. Soon she was able to make a fist around it, gripping it, and that destroyed further reluctance; soon he stood hard.

She rolled
the latex on; a wicked-looking smile broke out as she imagined the imminent feel of him inside her, but shook a little while she did it. If she ripped it, she would have to start again. She'd pushed him away and now wanted him; she couldn't wait.

She moved and sat above him, her lips widening as she straddled him
, opening up to his gaze. He reached up and stroked it.

"
Take all of me, girl," he told her. But he would have been too late if he'd wanted her to stop; she'd slid on to him already, feeling comfortably expanded as she enveloped him.

Her pussy contracted
on it, and she pulled back slightly to increase his pressure on her. He felt as good as she'd imagined.

She move
d herself on his shaft, smoothly, almost letting him pop free and then burying him again. His hands lightly resting on her thighs, he let her move for a minute as she wished.

"
Ohhh." She struggled to focus on his face; she couldn't keep his eyes on hers and felt control slipping. His cock bulged against her vagina walls as she stroked it, clenched around it, urging her climax to hurry, for she wanted it so desperately.

"Cassandra."

Pain registered. His hands were squeezing her thighs hard; they hurt. "Ow!"

She stopped, a bead of sweat ran into the corner of her eye and she wiped it. The mattress stilled. She looked down at him.

"What, Rangi? Ow. That hurt. And I was going to cum. You meanie."

He smiled, moving himself inside her to keep the erection. "Y
ou can cum when I tell you to, and not before."

Cassie was focusing. "What do you mean?"

He thrust upwards a little harder, bouncing her. "I mean I control your orgasms, not you. I do want you to cum. Often. But only when I say. Now, keep going."

"This is being submissive is it?" She knew her tone was not. It was anything but submissive.

"You got it, Cassandra," he said contentedly. "Now get rockin', girl. I've been waiting days for this."

"Days?"
She stopped again.

H
is eyes opened and he spoke silkily. "Keep going, brat."

I
t was hard to look annoyed at him while stretched around his cock, legs spread.

He reached up to where her nipples dangled. The touch alone sent another jab of electricity through her and she nearly lost her balance on his cock. She gasped and concentrated on her task, sliding up and down
the silky shaft. She rocked her hips and clenched around him.

He d
idn't merely touch her nipples, apparently not satisfied with widening her eyes and provoking a sharp indrawn breath, he twisted their ends. He stretched them, caressed them and wet a finger with his tongue and circled it around the one that seemed most sensitive.

Distracted, she lost her rhythm
once again; her climax threatening as he continued to molest her. Forgetting her task, she twisted in delight as the cock slid in and out. She looked down, and though she couldn't see her portal with its filling, she could feel it. Her hands dropped forward to the bed as she tilted forward to get the best angle for her pleasure.

"I want to cum, girl," he growled. "Keep
fucking me."

"Yes, Rangi," she gasped, flicking a hand to her head to sweep the damp drooping curls from across her eyes.

She concentrated, bending low to kiss him, then back to change her angle so he found more friction.

Abandoning one nipple, he found her clit. Just abov
e his cock was room to stroke her nub; he did, she felt her need to cum intensify immediately.

"Rangi!
You'll make me cum," she said moving as if on a trotting horse, making sure he didn't pop out while trying to increase her speed.

"I hope so," he blurted. "
Nearly, girl," he breathed, " a bit more, yes, yes . . . "

His slightly raised head fell back and his teasing of her ceased as his hands
dropped off her too. She felt him arching up, trying to thrust deeper into her and he kept it up for seconds that felt like minutes.

He seemed to increase in hardness, size and heat; she knew his orgasm was on the way, but its
suddenness startled her as he'd given no shudder or sigh.

She felt him pumpin
g out his cum into the condom, but feeling her own climax close, she willed it to overtake her before he quit.

Three, two; one final thrust
down on him and her clit gave in. She slumped forward as the pleasure wave drained her remaining strength and satisfaction pulsed everywhere. Her vagina walls tightened round his shrinking cock. She rested her head on his chest, and closed her eyes as his heartbeat slowed beneath her.

Rangi stroked her head.

"You held it, girl. Well done."

"I wanted to please you," Cassie said." I want to please you
always."

She smiled. She kissed him softly; she felt pleased he'd
persisted with her and happy she'd talked to Suzanne earlier. In the morning she would have had to pack and go. Now she could stay another week and see where next this wild adventure took her.

The End of Part One

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Bound to Rebel

Part One of a Series with
Ashton Finn
and
Eartha Keane
.

Read an excerpt:

Eartha didn't want to go. Really. But because it was Sam's party, she went. Sam was her oldest and dearest friends, yes, old enough and dear enough to get her to a party where there would only be air-heads and pot-smokers, and no-one
remotely
suitable to date.

Eartha was soon walking the few blocks to Sam's loft building. She pressed the intercom buzzer button. Typical of the place, no-one asked for details before letting her up. That wouldn't have happened if she was on the intercom.

The shiny, refurbished freight elevator came to a stop at floor five; the loft door was open. A cloud of marijuana smoke greeted her, wreathed across multiple faces and backs; there were clusters of people on the landing and around the door. The way to the roof also stood open. Another group, with beer bottles and joints, was silhouetted against the city's skyline, which glittered in the late-afternoon sun.

Eartha squeezed through the bodies at the entrance door and looked for Sam.

There: Eartha saw her by one of the huge loft windows, near a makeshift bar, created by laying a discarded metal fire door across two massive sawhorses.

The bar was loaded: bottles of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks; paper and plastic cups; paper plates with cheese cubes, crackers, cheese curls, tortilla chips and sundry containers of dip. Eartha wrinkled her nose. Quite a spread, if you liked eating junk.

Sam's flaming red frizz glowed in the abundance of light filtering through the glass. She was talking animatedly to the most handsome white man Eartha had ever seen. Eartha found herself, to her astonishment, instantly attracted to him as she approached.

An infectious grin, mop of golden curls and tall, muscular body drew her eyes. But the deep base voice she heard, as she got closer, vibrated her core, and she froze when he turned a disarming, piercing gaze on her.

She gaped at him.

Eyes like the sky.
Inane, but it was the thought in her head as he smiled the smile of angels. His head was haloed in sunlight. She saw Sam follow his glance and leap toward her.

"Earthly Girl, you came!" she crowed, dragging Eartha by the arm right up to him.

Somewhere in Sam's gushing introduction she heard his name; the heavenly vision was called Finn. But surely Sam hadn't thought of
him
as a possibility for her.

Sam appeared to be smitten herself, and Eartha was nonplussed. Sam already had a boyfriend: Kostas. Wasn't Kostas here? Had they broken up?

Eartha didn't think much of Kostas. A quiet, dark-haired lug with a permanently unshaved chin, he usually ordered Sam around in growling monosyllables, while Sam's devotion to him seemed puppy-like. Eartha had nick-named him
The Shadow:
the permanently attached polar-opposite of her light and airy, joyful friend.

"Look Eartha, isn't it beautiful?" Sam tilted her head to show off her neck. Around it was a thin, close-fitting gold snake-link choker - a gift from Kostas, she was quick to explain.

Eartha admired it, the first piece of Sam's jewelry she'd liked - elegant and understated - she could imagine one like it around her own neck, glinting at her tailored shirt neckline.

Was Sam
interested
in Finn? She stood almost indecently close to the man. Her body language screamed attraction, if not lust. But after a few more breathless words, Sam gave Finn a look Eartha couldn't interpret, said she needed to find Kostas, and squeezed Eartha's arm as she pulled away.

Finn turned to her; he loomed in her personal space. Eartha moved like a feinting fencer, trying to keep her distance. But he was now between her and the room, almost near enough for her to breathe him in along with his faint musky scent

"Eartha because of Eartha Kitt, I would guess." He grinned down at her.

She nodded, momentarily surprised anyone who wasn't black and
raised by her Nanna would make the association. Well. A blacker-than-thou liberal might. She folded her arms across her chest.

"A great entertainer,
verrry sexy" he said, deliberately rolling his 'r's in the back of his throat in the style of Ms Kitt.

Glib white boy.

She rolled her eyes inwardly.

Finn was Mr Nosey, too. He plied her with question after question; to her annoyance, she found she responded to his easy manner, and laughed at his wit.

She shifted slightly, angling herself away from him, and her left hand twirled at the loose hairs at her temple, a nervous habit from childhood. The memory of stinging blows from a switch came suddenly to mind; Nanna's way of trying to break her of the habit. She tucked the offending hand back into the crook of her right elbow.

His musk scent grew stronger. He was far too close. She tried to back away, but couldn't: emotionally because she was mesmerized; physically because her back was against the wall between two windows.

"Tell me, why does Sam call you Earthly Girl?"

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