CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CASSIDY
The sun had set, but downtown Hartford was just waking up after a long, hot summer day. The thumping bass of live music drifted from the bars and restaurants. Throngs of pedestrians filled the sidewalks and spilled out onto the street. The warm summer air was filled with the aroma of grilled food and beer.
I had always loved summertime in Hartford. Even after Mom got sick and cancer took over our lives, summertime was one of the few things that never stopped feeling magical to me…
But even the magical warmth of a summer night in Hartford paled in comparison to the warmth of Brady Hudson’s hand, wrapped tightly around mine as we walked slowly down Main Street together.
“Thanks again for dinner,” I said, bumping my shoulder lightly into his. “Even though it was technically supposed to be my treat.”
“Why’s that?” he smirked down at me, bumping my shoulder back.
“I’m pretty sure I still owe you a meal after that little fiasco I caused in your kitchen,” I said, biting on my bottom lip and blushing as I recounted my failed attempt at making dinner in Brady’s kitchen.
“Ahh, of course,” he smiled. “You mean when you started my kitchen on fire?”
My cheeks burned and I slunk my head down, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders and create a veil of curls that hid my face.
“You’re right, you do owe me for that,” Brady said. Then he leaned down and added in a whisper: “But don’t worry… I accept payment in sexual favors.”
I jolted up and slapped his bicep playfully. He retaliated by slipping a hand down my waist and giving my ass a firm pinch. I felt a thousand white-hot bolts of lightning shoot through my entire body. My head spun, my pussy clenched, and my toes curled… and before I could stop myself, a soft moan slipped out of my mouth.
“Well would ya look at that,” Brady said. He tugged me towards the edge of the sidewalk, and I glanced up to see the tall glass storefront of Takes the Cake -- the bakery we had ordered our wedding cake from. The shop window was filled with cakes of varying shapes and colors -- from tall, multi-tiered masterpieces, to assortments of intricately decorated cupcakes.
Brady slipped behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist, the same way he had when he took me from behind in the cake shop’s bathroom. I felt another quiver of desire burn through my body. My pulse was pounding through my skin, and I was desperate to feel him inside of me again.
“Are you in the mood for dessert, Ladybug?” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my neck. “I heard they make an irresistible lemon frosting...”
He gently thrust his hips forward and I felt the stiff length of his cock press between my ass cheeks. I sucked in a deep breath and whimpered as heat flooded my veins and my mound burned with lust.
“I could probably make room for dessert,” I said. “But… I think the bake shop is closed.”
Brady blinked up and acknowledged the bright red ‘CLOSED’ sign that hung in the window.
“Hmm,” he grunted, tracing his lips along my neck and exhaling softly. “Maybe there’s something else that you’re craving?”
I sucked in my bottom lip and wrapped my hands around his, then I guided his fingers down towards the waistband of my yoga pants. His thumbs hooked into the spandex and he tugged my ass closer, letting me feel every inch of him.
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
I whimpered and nodded, then my eyes flicked up to his.
He released his grip on my hips, then he took my hand and guided me down the street. In the bliss of the moment, I had been completely oblivious to the people walking by us on the busy sidewalk.
As we weaved our way through the throngs of pedestrians, I wondered what we must have looked like. Did we look like two lovebirds, sharing an embrace in front of a cake shop and dreaming about their wedding? Or did we look like a pair of lusty sex fiends who were just desperate to rip each other’s clothes off? And which account was more accurate, anyway?
Brady turned down a side street, and the crowds thinned out. Then he took another turn into a dark alleyway, and we were suddenly completely alone. We were surrounded by tall brick walls -- the backside of the shops and restaurants that lined Main Street. All of the hustle and bustle from the busy road -- the bar chatter, drunken laughter, honking car horns -- was drowned out behind dense row of brick buildings.
The only sound I could hear anymore was the beating of my pulse, and the rugged pant of Brady’s breathing.
“My mom always warned me about strange men in dark alleyways,” I said, turning to face Brady.
“Oh yeah?” Brady asked, taking a step towards me. “What’d she say about them?”
“She told me they were no good, and I should avoid them at all costs,” I said, taking a step backwards. “She said they only wanted one thing…” I felt my back hit the cold brick wall behind me, and I pointed my head up to see Brady towering over me.
“She was right,” Brady said. “I’m no good, and you should avoid me.” He pushed his hand forward and boldly cupped my mound through my yoga pants. His fingers pressed through the spandex, immediately sinking down onto my clitoris. I moaned, arching my hips forward.
“But she was wrong about that last part,” Brady added. “I don’t just want one thing…”
He fingers were swirling through the spandex, rubbing furiously and causing my insides to twist and fold into thousands of tiny knots…
“When it comes to you, Cassidy…” he grunted, digging his fingers deeper into my slit and pressing me against the brick wall, “I want everything.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his lips crashed into mine. His hands slipped under the fabric and he peeled off my pants and thong with one swift downward motion, leaving me completely bare and exposed. The summer breeze tickled as it blew over the sticky wetness that had spread between my thighs. I wanted him inside of me so badly that my insides ached.
“Fuck me,” I begged, draping my arms around his shoulders.
A crooked smile spread across Brady’s face. Then, without warning, his hands wrapped around my hips and he hoisted me off of the ground. I gasped as I felt my feet fly up, and I gasped again when I felt him pin me firmly against the brick wall.
He stripped my pants off the rest of the way, then he reached down and guided each of my bare legs over his shoulders. My back was pressed into the wall, my thighs rested on his shoulders, my legs were laced together around his neck, and my pussy… was inches from his face.
“Why can’t I get enough of you, Ladybug?” he asked, nibbling at the inside of my thigh. Waves of heat sizzled through my skin, and I wrapped my fingers through his dark hair.
I couldn’t answer his question, because I was secretly asking myself the same thing: why couldn’t I get enough of him?
His mouth forged a trail all the way to my throbbing mound, and I felt my entire body quiver when his tongue stabbed between my lips. I arched my back against the bricks and moaned softly as his tongue slipped into my opening and twisted around, then pressed up along my slit, all the way to my clitoris.
“Oh fuck Brady…”
Every inch of my body was teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and he could tell; Brady knew he was in complete control, and he knew that total bliss was one flick of his tongue away. I writhed against the wall; my body was clenched in tight knots of pleasure and agony as he teased me with his mouth.
“Tell me what you want,” he muttered into my thighs, filling my sticky folds with the heat of his breath.
“I want you,” I panted. “All of you... inside of me.”
His tongue brought me to the edge again, teasing and tempting with every flick and lick.
“I can’t be gentle with you…” he warned me. “I’m gonna tear you apart.”
“I want you to,” I practically begged.
He clamped his hands around my waist and lifted me off his shoulders, then guided me down to the ground. My knees were weak, and I sank back onto the wall to steady myself while he tore open the zipper of his pants and jerked out his hungry cock. His giant shaft glistened in the dim light of the alleyway, and I felt a pang spread through my insides as he slipped a condom on.
He hoisted me up and pinned me against the wall again, then he spread my legs apart.
“Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded.
He pressed his hips forward, thrusting all of his length into me with one push. I gasped as my walls tightened around him. I could feel my insides starting to dissolve as an orgasm ripped through me.
This time he didn’t stop. With each thrust he pressed deeper and harder, and I felt everything around me fade away as bolts of pleasure ripped through my body. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, and then we came together.