Graceless - Page 51

“I-” Lane started, but they had no answer. No argument. All they could see was the clear want in the eyes of the girl they were pretty sure they liked more than anything. They stood there, gazing at each other, nothing but the sound of the two of them breathing, sharp uneven breaths. Then, without looking away, Cassidy took hold of the hem of her tank top and slowly pulled it up over her head and let it drop to the floor. Lane went absolutely still. They couldn’t drag their eyes away. It was the first time they’d seen her like this in the daylight and she was an absolute wet dream.

“Cassie,” they breathed, already helplessly aroused. “This isn’t how this decision should get made…”

Cassidy watched them struggle. Then, she stepped back. She sat herself neatly on Lane’s dining table, right next to the plate of cookies, and leaned back a little on her hands.

“Resist me, then,” she told them, with a little shrug, gazing into their eyes.

Lane made it less than two seconds before they lunged. Their mouth met hers in a ferociously urgent clash, Cassidy all but ripping their t-shirt over their head and pulling Lane’s hot, sticky torso against her. Lane pushed her back, their hungry mouth already on her bare breasts, listening to her cry out as they lavished one and then the other in desperate, heady worship.

Her knees came up, her legs held apart by Lane’s body and they slid their hand around her bare thigh, fingers just under the hem of her shorts, holding her there as she writhed in savage, unmet need. They kissed their way slowly down her abdomen, then slowly straightened up, looking her in the eye as their fingers deliberately flicked open her top button. Cassidy stopped breathing, her eyes begging, pupils blown. Lane teased down her zipper, just an inch, and she gasped raggedly.

“Please,” she whimpered and Lane knew they were both remembering them threatening to make her beg. They gazed down to where their fingers were resting, just above the panties they’d exposed, and a sound that was almost a growl escaped them. They were pale pink and lacy. Because honestly. They knelt down between her legs and kissed slowly along the front of the low waistband, soft hot wet kisses against sensitive skin, and Cassidy moaned in agonized anticipation.

Lane’s phone made a loud repetitive sound and Cassidy froze as they stood up and took three steps over to the kitchen counter to pick it up and silence it.

“Lane.” Cassidy’s voice quivered. “What was that?”

“It’s my alarm,” they told her, putting the phone down and coming back to where she sat, beautiful, so close to naked, her chest heaving with desire. “To tell me I have to get to work in ten minutes.”

“You… knew that was going to happen.” Cassidy looked up at them with betrayal and Lane kissed her open mouth.

“You started it, not me.” They couldn’t quite stop their grin from sneaking out and she pushed them away.

“Ten minutes?” she repeated, her chest still heaving. “I think you know I won’t take that long.” She looked up at them, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. Lane ran their fingers slowly down between her breasts all the way to where her zipper was undone, until they found soft lace.

“And I think you know,” they returned, “that I won’t be content to make you come just once.” They traced one finger very lightly up the seam of the denim between her legs and she gasped. “I’m going to need hours,” they murmured and Cassidy whimpered.

“You’re killing me,” she whispered, as Lane zipped her back up and buttoned the shorts, their lips only inches from hers. “Quit your job,” she demanded weakly, their eyes meeting as they helped her back into her tank top. Lane smiled and went to kiss her again, but she dodged their mouth. “I’m so mad at you.” She found her voice again, finally slipping off the table in defeat.

“How about this?” Lane took her hand and lifted it to their lips. “Go back inside and up to your bedroom. Take off all your clothes.” They swallowed, suddenly not coping either, as they pictured it. “And touch yourself.” They slipped two of Cassie’s fingers just inside their mouth and softly sucked, getting them wet, watching as she visibly shivered, her breath getting faster. “Pretend I’m watching you,” they said, their voice low, “showing me how you like to be touched. So next time you’re here, I know exactly how to make you come.”

“Lane…” she whimpered, trembling, on edge.

“You should go now, though.” They let go of her fingers and pushed her gently to the door. “Unless you want everyone to find out you’re sneaking around with the help,” they teased her. She turned and gave them a quick glare.

“I think it’s you who’s worried they’re going to get caught fooling around with the bad sister,” she accused, and Lane kissed her quickly and thoroughly, then opened the door where she gave them one last blazing look then fled across the lawn.

Lane ducked straight into the shower. They stood under the hot water and wondered if Cassidy had made it back yet, if she was already touching herself the way they knew she would. Lane pressed their forehead against the cool shower tiles and pushed their own hand between their thighs. Like Cassidy had predicted, it took only a minute before they were desperately coming from their own hand, the sound of Cassidy’s moans in their ears.

“Everything okay?” Brynn asked, her head jerking up with surprise from where she stood with Tucker as Cassidy pushed frantically through the glass door into the main house.

“Yes, totally fine!” she replied, running through the living room.

“Where’s the fire?” Her sister paused, her eyes wide, as Cassidy passed her on the stairs.

“Nowhere, all good!” she threw over her shoulder.

“Oh, goodness!” Annabelle righted her as she all but barrelled into her on the way down the hall. “Be careful, please,” she ordered as Cassidy apologized but didn’t stop moving.

Finally, she hit her bedroom and locked the door behind her. She pulled her tank top off, unbuttoned her shorts, tugged off her utterly ruined panties, and paused. Bed? Still standing? Cassidy wasn’t sure if her legs would hold her if Lane was really there with her, so she pushed back the covers and slid into the sheets. She didn’t cover herself though, slipping her fingers down between her spread thighs and gasping as she discovered just how agonizingly wet she was.

She forced her fingers to move slowly, swirling them right where she burned, thinking of Lane’s hard chest, the scent of their slick body, the desperation in their eyes as they touched her – like they would die if they didn’t – the shocking heat of their mouth on her nipples and their lips teasing above her panties.

She imagined those eyes now, fixated intensely on her fingers as they circled faster, her hips canting up against her hand. She thought of them all but promising to finally make her come and wondered if right now they were touching themself too, Lane – beautiful, cautious, hungry Lane – coming hard at the thought of her. Her body clenched down ferociously as pleasure crashed through every nerve ending, making her cry out in the silence of her empty bedroom as she arched her back off the bed in heady sharp sensation before all but melting her into the sheets.

“Oh my god,” she whispered in shocked awe, her fingers still pressing against where she’d thrust. It wasn’t her first time touching herself since meeting Lane, but the pleasure in knowing Lane wanted her to do it, that Lane was thinking of her as she fucked herself against her fingers for them…it was so close to the real thing Cassidy could barely cope.

But now, finally, she knew, the real thing was actually going to happen. Tonight. Cassidy pulled the covers over her naked body and an unstoppable smile took over her face. She would make it happen tonight.