Chapter 6

Casper Argent was looking at me like he could read my thoughts. He practically had me cornered, and like a fool, I made no attempt to escape. He had me hypnotized with his burning gaze. My own burning desire was searing through my body, through my skin. I was desperate for his touch.

He lunged at me, and this time I had no strength or desire to push him away. I kind of fell into him, he caught me with both hands, and our lips met in one crazy motion. It was like he had anticipated what I was going to do, and he was ready and waiting for it. Like I was a puppet and he made me fall into his arms.

Casper’s lips were on my mouth, and I was kissing him back. It was a ferocious kiss, a hungry kiss, like we had been waiting for decades to finally have our bodies meet. The reality was that I’d met him less than an hour ago, but our bodies had done all the talking.

He used his tongue to part my lips, and I let him in. The way he thrust it inside my mouth gave me a preview of what it might feel like to have his cock slide inside me. He was kissing me, exploring my mouth with his. I bit down on his lower lip, and he didn’t even wince.

He was holding my face with both his hands as we kissed. It lasted forever, and when I finally pulled away, I was breathless. But thirsty for more.

He could see it in my eyes, a glazed-over look that told him that I wasn’t ready to run away yet. His hands flew from my face and down my arms, gently tracing the skin with his fingertips. While he kept his eyes on me, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his glistening lips.

“I can see you’re ready,” he said breathily in a soft murmur, moving his face near my left ear, like he was telling me a secret, even though there was nobody else in the room. When he pulled away, I slowly nodded. This was no time for pretense; no use in pretending. I was ready from the first moment I saw him.

The knots in my belly grew tighter, my wetness throbbing. Just his words would make me come if he said them again. I pressed myself to him as his fingers lingered on my arms. My hips centered against his so that our groins were touching now. I could feel his erection, that bulge that I had been admiring, that had barely grazed my face earlier. Now it was thrust between my thighs. Through the fabric of my long skirt, and through his jeans, I could feel his throbbing cock. He was right; it would be very easy for him to simply part my legs and slide in.

“Lily.” He said my name hoarsely, like he was trying to teach me a lesson. Like I should be really paying attention now. His voice echoed in my soul, and my body shook. Now he could feel the goose bumps on my skin with his fingers, and he looked at them and smiled. He was enjoying this, enjoying the reaction each of his movements, his words, had on me.

Then he grasped the small of my back and ground me against him. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he grabbed my earlobe with his mouth and started sucking on it.

It was a weird feeling, my earlobe in his mouth, the tug of his teeth… My eyes shut of their own accord, and my lips parted. Then his mouth was on mine again. His hands left the space on my back and were slowly finding their way up my blouse. He slipped them in under the fabric so that his hands were on my bare torso now.

“Casper, don’t. You’re torturing me,” I said in a voice much louder than his. It was torture the way his fingers slowly grazed up my skin. My wetness was growing, and my thighs drew apart subconsciously. I could imagine him slipping deep inside me.

His grasped my breasts, pinching my nipples in the same motion. I winced again, desperate for his mouth on them. I wanted him to suck on my nipples the way he was sucking on my earlobe. But he didn’t. He kept me hanging, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the devilish smile on his face. He was happy I’d said that. He was glad he was torturing me.

“What if I do this?” he murmured, and lowered his head to my body. My back instinctually arched to accommodate him. He lifted my blouse up to my neck and started licking my cleavage. The feel of his velvety tongue on my skin, slowly tracing down… it was too much. I was going to scream if he didn’t stop.

I straightened myself and quickly lifted his shirt before he could do anything else. I pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor. If he wasn’t going to go faster than this, I was going to torture him, too.

His torso was ripped. Chiseled and shining, his chest was smooth and bulged with the muscles I had predicted he was hiding. His waist was narrow, and a slim line of hair dropped down from his navel and disappeared into his jeans. His jeans. I had to have his jeans!

I started unbuckling his belt, and as I did, I noticed the smile on his face. Like he knew something that I didn’t. The belt came off, and his jeans went down his legs.

I thought I was prepared, but I wasn’t. His cock was big – bigger than any other I had seen. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and it sprang out at me, his erection hard and growing with every passing second.

With his raging erection, I couldn’t understand how Casper was in the mood to laugh. My body registered the presence of that enormous cock and reacted accordingly. I was dripping wet, afraid now that my juices might start sliding down the insides of my thighs. I wanted him badly. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything.

Before I could do anything, he grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it while he watched me.

“You have to be patient, Lily,” he said hoarsely. The laughter had disappeared from his voice.

I licked my lips and breathed in, watching him stroke himself.

“You do it, too. Stroke yourself, Lily. I want to watch you touch yourself,” he said, keeping his eyes on my breasts. I felt dazed, like I was under a spell, and I did exactly as I was told. None of my friends would believe it. Lily doing exactly what she was told! Imagine that.

I slipped my blouse over my head, displaying my sexy red lace bra. Then the skirt came off, bunching in a heap on the floor. My panties matched my bra, and I parted my legs.

Casper was standing in front of me, continuing to stroke himself, while I stood facing him, my legs parted and my fingers afraid to go anywhere close to my wetness. I wasn’t sure how my body would react to that. How would I be able to have any shred of control over myself once I went there? Once he saw me go there?

“Now,” he said, a little sternly, and I parted my lips in anticipation. My fingers were quivering as I slid my hand down, finding the wet, slippery center of myself. I tried my forefinger first, slowly sliding it inside me, watching him watch me.

“Don’t cheat, Lily. Do it,” he said, a smile forming on his face. I slid my finger in farther. A moan rose up my throat. It was too much to bear. I was too weak. The stroking motion made my body shake, and he was stroking himself faster. I bit down on my lip, increasing the thrust of my finger, grinding it on my clit. I groaned again, this time a little too loudly. Then he laughed again.

Casper was laughing at me while he stroked himself. His shoulders jutted out. His naked body was the most delicious thing I had ever seen. His steely blue eyes were looking at me, his hair perfect. And yet, he was laughing.

I slipped my finger out of myself and bent to pick my skirt up.

“Hey, no, what’s the matter?” Casper asked, trying to control his laughter. But his face was still enveloped in a broad grin, like he was happy that he’d achieved his mission to watch one of the protestors filled with sexual longing for him.

“I have to go,” I said, ignoring him. I turned myself away from him and started putting my blouse back on. When I turned around, I saw that he had pulled up his jeans, too. That was quick!

“Hey, Lily, maybe we should sit and talk first?” he said, in his usual calm voice. He didn’t care that he was shirtless. He wanted me to see him shirtless, remember him shirtless. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and now, finally, I had my senses back in order and I was onto him.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. I have to go,” I said, running my hands quickly through my curls in a flourish.

Casper smirked at me and dug his hands into his pockets again. “That’s a shame. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he said, still completely sure of himself.

I brushed past him, trying to ignore the desperate longing I was still feeling for him in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t deny my desire for him, but thankfully my brain had kicked into action at the right time.

I ignored him entirely as I rushed out of the room toward the elevator outside. The door to the office closed behind me, and I couldn’t hear anything else. Casper could have still been laughing his ass off for all I knew.

I pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly until it finally pinged and the doors opened. I jumped in.

The whole way down, I couldn’t think of anything other than the absurdity of what had just taken place. How did he manage to put me in that situation? How had I been incapable of resisting him? One moment, I had been knocked down in a crowd of unruly protestors, and in the next instant, I was stripping down and touching myself for the benefit of a stranger.

Well, maybe not for his benefit entirely… but nonetheless! I had never done something like this before. This was completely out of character. I didn’t know whether to feel ashamed of myself or angry.

I walked out of the office building to face a mob of angry fellow conservationists.

“Where on Earth have you been? Were you in there talking to them?” The woman who had spoken to me before caught my attention. Most of them saw me coming out through the office doors.

“Yes, yes, we were talking,” I said distractedly to her, before scurrying away. I needed to get out of here.