I drive as fast as I safely can to Cassie’s apartment, ready to get cleaned up so we can get dirty all over again. Since the run in the woods and then the intense sex after the pancakes, I’ve been walking around in a constant state of arousal. Our little wooded adventure was such a powerful encounter, and then to be going at it again so quickly, I feel like I’ve overdosed on Cassie but I can’t help but want more. I’m addicted, and I think she is too. The whole time we were on the table, I could see it in her eyes that she wanted me completely, that there was nothing we couldn’t do in her mind. If it weren’t for the repair job, we would have spent the whole weekend renovating and fucking, I’m sure of it. She was so hot and naughty, and the power of commanding her was heady, but an accident with a pressure cooker meant I had to spend sixteen hours repairing the damage and a Sunday night doing my best to rest my aching body.

It’s been hard not jerking off, remembering how she came all over my hand while struggling to stay quiet. The only thing that saved me was the comfort of knowing that we’d have time like this soon, and that tonight, I’m going to give her more than she’s ever felt from me before.

She’s such a good naughty girl. Even as she’s closing the front door behind me, I’m already stripping in the foyer, partially because I don’t want to get her place dirty from my work clothes and partially because I need us both naked . . . now. My cock is already raging hard, and Cassie’s eyes go wide when she sees. “How can you even think with all the blood down there?”

“Right now, I’m only thinking of taking you to the shower and making you come all over my cock,” I growl, smacking her ass. “Hurry up before I decide the clothes don’t matter.” She quickly follows my suggestion, dropping her clothes next to mine, and I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals in surprise, and I give her ass a little smack. “Let’s get in, because I think I see some very dirty spots on you. I’ll have to take care to get you extra clean.”

Carrying Cassie through her apartment and to the bathroom, I set her down carefully, hopping in the shower behind her. I let her adjust the water to the temperature she likes before I turn her to face me, letting the shower run rivers through her hair as I smooth it, slicking it back from her forehead. I add shampoo, using my fingertips to massage circles on her scalp as she moans her approval. After a rinse, I repeat the massage with the conditioner. The whole time, my cock stands as a stiff prod between us, brushing occasionally against her stomach and sending a buzz through my body.

“Feels like you like washing me,” Cassie moans teasingly, wiggling her hips back and forth and making my cock rub against her more. “After Saturday, too, I can for sure get used to this. You’re so good with your hands.”

“You should’ve realized by now that I’m more than just a handyman,” I murmur. “Now turn around so I can wash your body.”

She bites her lip and nods, whether in agreement or because she likes the idea of being washed, I don’t know. She pushes her ass against the stiff root of my cock, making me gasp. Skipping the pouf, I pour a generous amount of body wash into my hands and start to lather them up. The smell of peaches with a little spice fills the shower, and I inhale deeply, enjoying the concentrated version of the scent that always covers Cassie’s skin. I’ve come to associate it with her, a little bit sweet and a little bit fiery. Rubbing the suds all over her body, I pay special attention to her breasts, loving the way her nipples poke out of the suds and her sigh as I sweep my hands across and down her back, grabbing a handful of her ass on each cheek.

“Mmm, God, that feels so good,” Cassie moans, pressing her hips back against my cock harder.

“Here, let me help rinse you off,” I rasp as I move and direct her under the warm stream, rubbing the bubbles down and off her slick body. My cock is literally shaking with my heartbeat at this point, and I need a moment or else I’m going to come way too fucking soon.

“Now it’s your turn,” Cassie purrs, reaching down and wrapping a fist around my cock. “I’ll make sure to wash you nice and slow.”

I moan, pulling back. “I don’t think I can wait, Cass. Fuck, I need to be inside you. Now.”

“I won’t argue with that,” Cassie replies, letting go. I turn her chest to the wall, positioning her ass out as she arches her back. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen, the water splattering off her back to run down the curve of her ass before dripping between her legs, her hair pulled in front of her and the graceful curve of her neck outlined. “Time to give me what I want.”

A flash of responsibility runs through me. “Shit, don’t move. Condom!” I quickly gasp, hopping out, dripping water all over the floor as I start to run out to my jeans.

“Nightstand, top drawer. Hurry, Caleb!” Cassie calls before I’m even out of the bathroom. Not one to argue, I turn around, heading for her bedroom instead, and pull the drawer open to grab a condom. My hand is halfway in when I freeze at the sight before my eyes.

There’s a few condoms, but that’s not all. Toys. A whole drawer full of toys. Holy shit, Cassie has joked around before, but I swear she’s got a miniature adult shop in here. Vibrators, dildos . . . something with two prongs, some other shit I don’t even recognize. Naughty girl? Nope, I’ve found myself a genuine freak . . . and it’s sexy as hell. My shock quickly turns to heat as I imagine her using these on herself, bringing herself to orgasm time after time. I grab one, pressing the button to turn it on, and then walk back to the shower, condom and vibrator in hand.

When I walk in, Cassie’s washing herself, pulling on her nipples lightly and moaning, her eyes closed. She startles when she hears the buzzing, looking over her shoulder with a blush covering her cheeks. “Caleb, sorry . . . I didn’t think about what else was in the drawer. Just meant for you to grab a condom.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s hot as fuck to think of you using this on yourself,” I say, climbing back into the shower. I run it over her shoulder and down between her breasts, and she moans thickly, her eyes locked on mine as I continue. “Rolling it over your nipples, teasing your clit with it, fucking yourself with it. My dirty girl . . . holy shit, I love it.”

Cassie is still flushed, but it’s less embarrassment and more desire. I offer the vibrator to her, and she takes it with a questioning look. “But—”

“Show me. Show me how you work your clit and tight little pussy with this fake dick before I give you the real thing.”

With sudden understanding, Cassie grins, backing up against the wall of the shower and lifting a leg to show me her pussy. She does as told, starting with her already diamond-hard nipples, my eyes locked onto the point where the vibe touches her skin. She moves it down her body, using her left hand to spread her pussy wide, and grazes her clit with the strong vibrations. “Mmm, Caleb . . . you don’t know how often I’ve had to come home and imagine your teasing me like this, my pussy so wet and tight, thinking of you, wanting to fuck you, to feel you throbbing inside me.”

As her erotic voice continues, I can’t stop my hands from moving to my cock, and I stroke up and down my shaft. I might not last long, but I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna enjoy this show. Moving her hand, she teases the vibe tip around and around her clit, circling repeatedly before holding it still for a moment of intensity before starting the process over. She looks at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do next. “Fuck yourself with it. I want to see you take it deep inside. Get yourself ready for me.”

“Yes sir,” Cassie groans, moving the vibrator lower, just the tip disappearing into her pulsating pussy. “Caleb, I need you all the time. I want to be your naughty little slut.”

“Do it, Cass. I can see your pussy trying to suck it in, wanting to be filled. Take it like my good girl.”

She whimpers, and I correct myself, leaning to growl in her ear, “Take it like my fucking naughty girl. Do it, and I’ll give it to you exactly how you want it.”

She waits until I’m watching her pussy and then pushes the vibe in with one thrust, throwing her head back in pleasure. She pumps it slowly, pulling roughly at her nipples and moaning my name. I try to hold back, but my hand moves on its own, wrapping around my cock and starting to pump again. A couple of strokes on my shaft and I can’t wait anymore. I jam the condom on as fast as I can, and the tight rim of the condom both makes my cock harder and pulls me back so I might last a few more seconds. I’m already on the edge watching her fuck herself.

“My turn. I’m gonna fill you up with my cock. But you put that vibe on your clit and rub yourself with it. Show me.”

“Yes sir,” Cassie whimpers, opening her eyes as I lift her up higher. It’s dangerous, but I don’t care as I pin her against the warm tile, positioning my cock and thrusting into her soaking pussy to the hilt, holding us both still for a moment to adjust. In the stillness, I can feel the buzz of the vibrator a bit through her pussy lips, and it damn near drives me insane. It’s not like anything I’ve ever done before, and my mind wonders what other things Cassie and I could explore together and how much pleasure we can give each other. I start driving into her, my arms wrapped around her lower back to lift and drop her as I need to so that I can fuck her like I want, like she wants. I watch as she moves the vibe around her clit in tiny circles, but then she dips it down lower and it touches my shaft as I pull out and push in. I shudder and she grins devilishly. “Mmm, you like it too.”

“That’s new—do that again.”

She does, circling her clit and rubbing my shaft with the vibe as we rush toward our orgasms. “We have a lot of exploring to do.”

Cassie whimpers, nodding. “Fuck, Caleb, I’m so close. Please make me come.”

“Hold it right on your clit. Get there, Cass. I can’t stop. Come with me!” I barely get it out before we both yell, falling off the edge together, lost in the buzz of sensations coming from within. It’s more intense than I imagined, and Cassie’s digging her short fingernails into my shoulders as I hold her, impaled deep inside her. Leaning forward, I kiss her tenderly, letting our tongues slip and wrap around each other slowly before pulling out. I slip the condom off and throw it in the bathroom trash. Stepping back in, I shiver. “The hot water is totally gone, but I still need to wash my hair. And maybe you need another sudsing?”

Cassie chuckles and gives me a peck on the lips. “I think we’d never get out of here if you touch me with bubbles again. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m going to sleep like the dead after our day.”