Cassius

I tug down those panties, revealing a well-trimmed pussy dripping with desire. Spreading her knees apart, I dip my mouth between her thighs, my fingers running across her skin, so soft and smooth.

My tongue presses against her tender clit, rolling in circles over her throbbing bulb. Wanting to make her body tremble in pleasure, I run my tongue up and down the length of her gap, and she moans above me, her knees instinctively drawing together—because this amount of pleasure feels forbidden, feels too good to be true.

But it isn’t.

“Your cunt is perfection,” I tell her.

“Cash.” She laughs softly, and I feel her vibrations as I press my mouth back on her mound. “I can’t believe you used that word.”

That gets me up, moving above her body, and I grab her hands, pin them above her head. Her perfect tits press against my bare chest and I want to press my mouth against them, too, but first I have to clear the fucking air.

“Oh, girl, your cunt is perfection. I want to press my fingers in it until you soak these sheets.”

“Not the word perfection, the c-word.”

“You don’t like the word cunt?” I ask, smiling above her, watching her cheeks redden as she bites her bottom lip.

“I don’t know. I’ve never actually heard a guy say it.”

“What do you want me to call your pussy?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as I straddle her, my hands moving over her tits. They’re so perky and round and begging to be sucked. I lean my mouth over one, twirling her hard nipple in my mouth as she squirms in delight.

“Call my pussy anything you want, Cash. I like everything that comes out of your mouth.”

“You like it dirty?” I ask. “Because I don’t know if you can handle how dirty we could make this.” I smile down at her, teasing.

“Do I get to see your cock?” she asks.

I press my mouth against hers. Maybe it’s the way she surprised me with her shots of tequila, or the way the word cock comes out of her parted lips with such a sweet inflection, but I need to kiss her.

I swear I could fucking lose my load before I get my cock out of my pants, but I have to kiss her. Again. More. Now, forever. I want this girl. I need this girl.

I pull away and head back to her pussy, to make sure she’s ready to take me. I don’t want to hurt her.

I part her delicate pussy lips; her folds are so tender and soft and wet. Oh, so fucking wet. I press a finger against her opening, and hear her gasp slightly at the touch.

Fuck, this girl is tight. So very tight.

Too tight.

I pull away from her, lean back up, looking at her intently.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Are you a virgin, Evangeline?”

She swallows. Her smoky eyes widen. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Without missing a beat, I ask another very important question: “And how old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

A surge of relief washes over me, but I know my trouble has just begun.

“And you want me, a man you just met, to take your virginity?”

She props herself up on her elbows. “I don’t want you to take anything.”

My jaw tenses. Is this some massive dick tease?

She smiles, shaking her head, reaching for my hand. She laces her fingers through mine. “Cassius, I don’t want you take it; I’m giving it to you.”

I draw in a deep breath. It fucking feels like that’s all I’ve been doing today.

“I can’t take that gift.”

“Why not?” she asks. “You said my pussy—I mean, my cunt—was perfect. Don’t you want it?”

“Oh, girl, I want it. But not like this.”

“Then how?

“You don’t want your first time to be with a guy you don’t know. It should be memorable.”

I run my hands over her smooth skin. She’s flawless. Even her belly button turns me on.

“I’m sure I will remember every single detail of this day. Don’t worry about me.”

I look at her—and the truth is, before Gina there was a string of well-pleased females as I made my way through high school. My performance isn’t the concern. It’s the fact that the last thing I want to do is take something from Evangeline she can’t take back.

“I can’t. You at least deserve a proper date before a guy takes your virginity.”

“A date, huh? We had chips and salsa. That counts as a date.”

I’m not going to budge, no matter how much I want to. Evie is different. She’s more than a hook-up.

Her eyes alone.

“I mean it,” I tell her, leaning over her perfect body, kissing her softly.

“You are such a cunt-tease, Cassius. I’d never have guessed.” She wraps her arms around me.

“What had you guessed?”

“I guessed wrong.”

“But you want to be right?” I whisper into her ear, letting my tongue trail over her neck.

“Mhmm.”

I taste her smile as I press my lips against her mouth. It tastes like a promise hinged on hope.

She wants me and I want her, but I want to do the right thing. Maybe for the first time in my motherfucking life.

“Do you have plans tonight?” I ask. “Let me take you on a proper date.”

“And then you’ll sleep with me?” she asks, bringing me back to where we began.

“You’re so singularly focused.”

“I go to Julliard. I’m basically brilliant.”

“Modest, too.” I plant kisses on her neck. My cock is solid between us, and damn, I deserve a medal for my self-control.

“I’m so hot for you, Cassius,” she groans under me. “Are you really going to make me wait?”

“I don’t even have a condom, girl.”

“You aren’t a player than?”

“I’m not a player. I just crush a lot.”

She laughs again. “You really aren’t, if you’re using my lines.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” She sighs, resigned to the fact that I’m really not going to fuck her right now. “But just so you know, Cassius, I’m not going to wear panties tonight. And if you refuse my cunt a second time, I’ll take it personally.”

“Oh, the refusal is plenty personal this time, too,” I tell her.

“Oh yeah?” She squints her left eye, as if trying to read me more thoroughly.

“Yeah, I personally want to take you to bed—but first, I’ll take you to dinner.” I stand, reaching for my shirt. I’m glad I didn’t discard my pants, because I swear to God it would be a challenge to stuff my wood back in.

“Who are you, Cassius?” she asks, sitting up, her naked tits perky and sweet, and in need of much more sucking before the night is through.

“I’m your dinner date.” I pull out my phone and tap on the Uber app, ordering a ride back to the apartment.

We exchange numbers, and my phone pings, telling me my car is here.

“I’ll be back here in a few hours—say, five o’clock?” I tell her, leaning over her naked body and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“A little early for dinner, isn’t it?”

“Honey, if we wait to start eating until eight, we’ll only be hurting ourselves. This way, we can be back here by ten.”

“With condoms.”

“Plenty.”