Midnight Secrets

From what I could see, his house was nice and not at all what I expected from a house full of college boys. He told me he had four other roommates, and I assumed Leon was one of them. I didn’t get a chance to focus on the decor of the house with how dark it was as he headed upstairs. Cassius moved through the house with ease, already knowing where everything was. If he hadn’t taken hold of my hand, I probably would’ve bumped into everything.

Would it have killed him to turn on a damn light?

As we came across his bedroom door, a small thrill ran through me at the thought of seeing his room. The furniture was made of dark wood, which paired nicely with the dark green comforter on his huge bed.

He set my bag on the floor and dug through the top drawer of his dresser. “There’s unused toothbrushes in the bottom drawer in the bathroom. The bath towels are in the cabinet if you want to take a shower,” he said as he handed me a dark blue t-shirt that smelled like him.

Without saying a word, I numbly took the shirt and grabbed my bag before heading toward the bathroom. How the hell did we get here? Only an hour ago, I was grabbed by a stranger, and now I was getting ready to wear his shirt and sleep over at his house.

I found several unopened toothbrushes, making me wonder how many overnight guests they had.

After I brushed my teeth, I took a much-needed shower, even though I took one last night. After being touched by that man, even briefly, I felt unclean. I was pleasantly surprised when I found multiple bottles in the shower: shampoos, conditioners, and body washes. It was sad the bar was so low that I was excited at not finding a single bottle of three-in-one shampoo. The worst were the times when they didn’t even have that but a single bar of soap.

With how I washed my hair last night, I pulled it up into a bun so it wouldn’t get wet as I washed my body. I chose the lightly scented body wash that reminded me of Cassius’ scent and scrubbed the ever-loving fuck out of my body.

Once I felt clean, I pulled on the shirt, which fell to the middle of my thighs. If I had worn shorts, I would’ve worn them under the shirt. Stuffing the rest of my clothes in my bag, I made my way back to Cassius’ bedroom.

Cassius was facing away from me as I reentered the room. I couldn’t look away from him as he held open one of the curtains and peered out the window. My breath stalled in my lungs as I watched him, and since he was facing away, I could do so without being caught.

“You’re staring,” he murmured without turning around, humor lacing his tone.

Dammit. “I’m just trying to figure out where I’m supposed to sleep,” I said, but even to my own ears, it sounded like a lie.

He closed the curtain and turned to face me. His gaze landed on his bed before returning to me and scanned down the borrowed shirt, my bare legs, and back up. My body heated and tingled as his gaze caressed me, and I had never felt more naked in my life.

My mouth felt like all the moisture had evaporated as I stared at the bed. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“I need you where I can see you,” he simply stated.

Sleeping in the same bed as him was a terrible idea. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. But what was the alternative? Sleep on the sofa in a house full of guys I didn’t know? Even I wasn’t stubborn enough to attempt that. At least here, I knew what to expect…sort of.

Huffing out a loud sigh so he could hear my displeasure, I climbed into his soft bed, both amazed and thankful he had multiple pillows. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked with a short laugh as he propped his shoulder against the wall, watching as I took my excess pillow and placed it in the center of the bed.

“Pillow barrier.” I rolled my eyes, thinking it should’ve been obvious.

As he crossed the room to the door, he raked his fingers through his hair, tousling the strands as he chuckled under his breath. Nervous anticipation buzzed in my body while I waited for him to return from presumably the bathroom.

When he returned a couple of minutes later, he flipped off the light, leaving us in complete darkness. A few seconds later, the bed dipped slightly, and I was never more glad to have the barrier between us. It wasn’t like I thought he couldn’t control himself around me. To be honest, I doubted he was attracted to me. But it was easier for me to rid myself of the temptation by avoiding touching him.

As comfortable as his bed was and how much I liked being surrounded by his woodsy scent, I doubted I’d be able to fall asleep for a long time. Not only was I wired from being in his presence, but I kept hearing that sinister voice.

I should’ve known you’d be feisty; your type usually are.

What in the fuck did that even mean? Was he just talking about women in general? And what was up with Ezra showing up out of nowhere? Had it been as Cassius suggested? Was Ezra following me for some unknown reason?

It didn’t make sense to me why he would. I’d been nothing but rude and off-putting toward him. I knew guys liked a chase and girls playing hard to get, but I couldn’t fathom following someone who clearly wasn’t interested.

“I can hear you overthinking,” Cassius murmured, nearly making me jump. It had been so quiet that I assumed he’d already fallen asleep. He was always the type to easily fall asleep, but maybe that had changed over the years.

I was facing away from him, but I knew when he removed the pillow barrier, hearing a soft thump as it hit the floor. “Hey, you don’t see me throwing your—” My protests halted when he grabbed my hip and pulled me back against his firm chest. Every muscle in my body locked up. Now, I’d never be able to fall asleep.

My body was buzzing with need as my core clenched, and I squeezed my legs together.

“Relax,” Cassius murmured, wrapping his arm around my waist, his large hand spanning across my stomach.

Easy enough for him to say, he didn’t have an insistent ache flooding through his body.

Despite the ache between my legs, I ended up relaxing back into his arms after a few minutes. Maybe it was because of how safe I felt in them, or maybe it was his comforting scent. Whatever the case, I ended up drifting to sleep much sooner than I would’ve thought possible.

I awoke hours later—well, I assumed since the curtains were still closed—with my head resting on his chest and my leg draped over him. Shit, I must’ve moved closer to him in my sleep.

When I went to move off of him, his arm tightened around my waist, refusing to let me move.

Peeking up through my lashes, I met his hooded gaze. All the moisture evaporated from my mouth as desire and need thrummed through my entire body. The way he was looking at me and holding my body close to his told me he wasn’t unaffected.

A whimper slipped free as I adjusted and pressed my aching pussy against his muscular thigh, looking for relief. In the next second, I was on my back, staring up at Cassius as he hovered over me. His right hand trailed up from my hip, pushing up my borrowed shirt, making my breath hitch. My nipples pebbled at the cool air as he pushed the fabric over my chest, and I fought a shiver. A groan slipped free as he dipped his head and swirled his tongue around my nipple.

The contrast between the cool air and his warm tongue was a shock to my body but a pleasurable one. My pussy throbbed even harder than before as my stomach clenched with building pleasure.

He cupped my other breast, giving a firm squeeze that had me writhing against him. It was almost like his hands were made to hold my breasts with how perfectly they fit into his hands. As he worked on my breasts, rolling my nipple between his fingers and swirling his tongue in tandem, my core tightened with a building pressure.

When he stopped, there was no hiding my whines as I clawed at his back. I think I might’ve even called him names.

He trailed slow kisses down my stomach, and I briefly wondered if it would be considered rude if I shoved his head down toward my pussy. My core and my entire body tightened when his fingers finally hooked into my panties and began sliding them down. I was already lifting my hips to help get rid of them as soon as possible. With how soaked they were, I didn’t have any plans of wearing them any time soon, so I didn’t care when he tossed them to the side. Finding them would be future Rhea’s problem.

My body tightened when he swiped a finger through my pooling wetness and groaned. His tongue followed, licking up from my pussy to my clit, where he flicked his tongue several times. My grip on his hair tightened, pushing down on his head to keep him right there as I shifted my hips against him. He repeated the long lick, but this time he sucked my clit into his mouth. Pure pleasure shot straight into my core as my free hand clawed at his comforter, trying to find traction.

I hoped either his roommates weren’t home or they were heavy sleepers. With how unbridled my screams and moans were, I doubted the most soundproof of rooms would hold back the sounds I made as I fell apart from the attention he paid to my throbbing clit.

He didn’t slow down as I rode out my release—that made my shower orgasm seem like nothing in comparison.

His focus was single-mindedly on my pleasure as he slid a finger and then two into my dripping pussy. The pace he pumped his fingers was slow and even, which drove me insane and had me trying to quicken the pace. His low chuckle had me tugging on his hair as he used his free hand to pin my hips to the bed.

Lisa had been right: there was no way in hell things in the bedroom would ever grow stale with Cass. He knew exactly the pace to thrust his fingers and the right angle to curl them to hit my g-spot. My back was arching on the bed as I tugged on his hair. Every movement was designed to elicit pleasure from me and to build me up toward the quickly approaching release. All the while he was finger-banging me within an inch of my life, he’d begun sliding his tongue against my clit.

With the dual attention being paid to my body, I was coming in half the time it took the first time around.

A whimper slipped free when he slid his fingers out of my pussy, and his rough chuckle followed, his warm breath fanning over my soaked and sensitive flesh. To my relief, his fingers soon pressed down on my clit, rubbing in tight circles that had my hips lifting to find traction. As he did so, his tongue plunged into my pussy, and my hips jerked against him again.

He rolled my clit between his fingers before switching up and moving his fingers up and down. The coiling pleasure was once again reaching new heights as my hips moved against his fingers, chasing down the high in the horizon. When I came again, it was somehow harder and more intense than the other two, with black spots filling my vision as I screamed his name.

My entire body was limp and completely satiated as I released his hair and comforter from my death grip. Before, I’d been wide awake, but now, my eyes were heavy as sleep tried pulling me into its clutches as Cass lapped at the arousal coating my pussy.

He didn’t ask for me to return the favor or push for more, even though I’d felt his hard cock earlier. If sleep weren’t so busy trying to claim me, I would’ve offered to return the favor. Instead, I just lay there as he pulled his shirt back down so it covered me and rolled off of me and onto his back.

I couldn’t move a muscle. My body felt almost boneless as my eyelids began drifting closed. Cass grabbed my hips and pulled me close so I was back in my previous position with my head on his chest. I wanted to say something to him. Thank him, maybe? Or would that be weird?

I was saved from the dilemma when sleep finally won.