18
Landon
Three months later
I had no clue what I was coming home to. Cass had been MIA for the last three weeks and I wasn’t sure if she was caught up in her latest project or if she’d grown tired of the long distance status and didn’t have the heart to let me know.
Had she ghosted me like she thought I had?
The first few months were great. Well, not great, they sucked, but we video chatted every day and we sent each other long-hand letters, in the actual mail. We got to know each other during those first two months.
We even dabbled with phone and video chat sex.
That was fun right up until a careless maid walked in on me jerking off to my phone. That put an end to that.
But we were making it work. Then, three weeks ago Cass stopped answering my calls. She didn’t text and she didn’t write any letters back. I’m not too proud to admit I left quite a few angsty messages on her voice mail and even penned a forlorn letter that would have been right at home in any war-time period piece.
But I was here now, jet-lagged as fuck and about to find out which it was.
She wanted me or she didn’t. It was as simple as that.
I took a deep breath and knocked on her apartment door. The door opened but only a fraction.
I had no idea what to make of that.
“Come in. Leave the food on the table, that’s where the money is,” she called from inside.
I opened the door to see Cass’s retreating frame in an over-sized t-shirt, one sock and at least three pencils holding her hair in a bun. She looked down at a tablet as she walked back to her office.
The place was a wreck. Take out containers everywhere and clothes piled up on the couch. It looked like she hadn’t left her place in...
...three weeks.
“Cass,” I said. She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around. It took a minute for her to look up from the tablet.
When she did she burst into tears and ran at me. “You’re not the pizza guy!” she said and jumped into my arms.
I held her for a long time, her body pressed against mine felt so good and right. When she finally pulled away she had a fiery look in her eyes. She bit her lip. “Are you jet-lagged? Do you need to sleep?”
Yes. I did. But I wasn’t going to. I took her to the bedroom, laid her on the bed and took off her sock and shirt. I stood there looking at her for ages.
“I get that you’re trying to be tender and sweet,” she said, fire burning in her eyes. “But I haven’t gotten laid in three months. Bring your dick over here.”
I chuckled and did as I was told. I kissed her, slowly, softly, delighting in the taste of her, a taste I’d nearly forgotten.
She pulled away and looked at me, so turned on, pupils so wide her eyes looked black. She laced her fingers in my hair. “Look, I missed you too, and this very sweet but I need you to fuck me, got it?”
“Yes ma’am,” I said ripping off my pants and hitching her legs up over my shoulders. “This more like it?” I asked when she yelped.
She nodded, grinning ear to ear.
I plunged three fingers into her dripping opening as one flicked at her clit. She came in moments. I should have teased it out of her slower but she wasn’t complaining.
When she stopped wiggling and moaning I asked, “Remember that first time when I asked you how many times you wanted to come and you said you were fine with one?”
She smiled.
“Not satisfied with one anymore are you?”
“Not even a little,” she said, reaching up to guide my cock into her.
I slammed into her and Cass fingered her clit, moaning with each thrust. “Jesus fuck you feel good, honey.”
“Not as good as you— oooooooh!” Cass came again trembling and screaming as her inner walls clamped around me bringing me right to the edge. I wanted to hold out. I wanted to give her one more before I came but I just couldn’t. Her pussy was just too good. I exploded into her, growling her name as I did. Then I collapsed on the bed, pulling her body close and breathing in her scent.
“I’m keeping you,” I whispered in her ear.
“That’s right. And don’t you forget it.”