Chapter Five
Cassie was surprised when Blaine pulled up to a decent-sized brick house near Bank Street. She’d expected him to live in a condo.
He must be doing well for himself as a geotechnical engineer. Assuming he really was a geotechnical engineer. That’s what he’d told her last year, but then, he’d also said he lived on the other side of the country.
Still, she didn’t think he’d been lying about the job. He’d told her a little about his work, and he certainly seemed to know a lot about rocks. On the day she’d called in sick, they’d gone to the nearby provincial park. They’d rented a canoe and paddled past the rocky cliffs bordering the lake. Granite with mafic dykes—was that what he’d said? He’d talked about the rocks for a while, until he’d realized what he was doing. But she hadn’t minded at all. She’d loved that he found things so interesting, and she’d enjoyed hearing all the random facts he knew, his voice animated as he’d spoken.
Blaine was ten years older than she was, so it wasn’t surprising he owned property. But a house like this, in what she knew wasn’t a cheap part of Ottawa?
She didn’t ask.
He unlocked the front door, and when they were inside, he curved his hand around her waist. It had been uncomfortable between them in the car, but now that they could touch each other, it was different.
He pressed her against the door, just as he’d done at Jenna’s. His lips were more demanding now, coaxing moans from her. And this time, he wasn’t wearing a cape, and he didn’t have that ridiculous mask shoved atop his head.
But she was still dressed as a beaver.
“Are you laughing at me?” He nuzzled her neck.
“No. I’m laughing at me. Rachel suggested I wear a sexy animal costume tonight. To entice Johnny.”
“I’m going to make sure you never think about him again,” Blaine growled, sliding his hand inside her panties.
She let her head drop back. What had she been saying?
Oh, right.
“But when I showed her my beaver costume, she told me it wasn’t what she’d had in mind. Apparently beavers are not sexy animals. Unlike, say, bunny rabbits.”
“A beaver is more original.”
“That’s what I said. She vetoed the buck teeth, though. I guess I can see her point.”
“You’d look sexy in anything.”
“Well, it’s only you who thinks that.”
But one day, she would find someone else who saw her the same way. Someone who hadn’t crushed her heart to gravel.
He slipped two fingers inside her, thrust them in and out.
Someday, she would find someone else who could touch her like he did.
Someone who wasn’t so mean that he removed his fingers—yet again—when she was getting close.
He pushed her to her knees. “Open your mouth and take me inside. Then I’ll touch you again.”
“Asshole,” she muttered.
“You like it.”
True. Her heart beat faster as he ordered her around.
She’d missed this.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock through the opening in his boxers. He was already hard for her, which gave her a thrill of satisfaction. She swirled her tongue around the head as she squirmed against the cold tile floor. She desperately needed to get off.
But she would do exactly as he said.
She wrapped her hand around the base, pumping up and down, then wrapped her lips around him. His fingers sifted through her hair as she sucked on him. He didn’t pull her hair, like he sometimes had. This time, it was simply affectionate.
She took him deeper. She did love to have her mouth full of him.
He groaned. She had so much power over him, even if she was the one on her knees.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that. Look at yourself in the mirror.”
She glanced to the right. The closet doors were mirrors, and there she was, kneeling on the ground, her lips around his cock.
It was so fucking hot.
And then she ruined the mood by bursting into laughter.
He pulled her hair, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed.
“I’m a beaver,” she said, “and I have wood in my mouth.”
His lips twitched, but he seemed determined not to laugh.
“Take off your costume,” he said. “I want a naked woman sucking my cock, not a beaver. That sounds dangerous.”
“I also had a log. I whittled one end to a point so it looked like it had been cut by a beaver.”
“Cassie—”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take off my clothes.”
Still on her knees, she pulled her T-shirt over her head, followed by her bra. A pretty one, like her panties, just in case she’d gotten somewhere with Johnny tonight. Not Blaine.
Although she couldn’t deny that she’d been thinking about him as she put on the underwear earlier. Whenever she thought of anything sexual, she always thought of Blaine. She couldn’t help it.
She stood up and toed off her boots. Next she slid her shorts—beaver tail and all—to the floor, followed by her leggings and her panties. He didn’t help her, just watched, his arms crossed over his chest, his cock jutting out of his pants.
“Okay?” she said.
He took off her headband and threw it aside. “More than okay. As you well know.” He pulled her toward him, eyes blazing. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Even though she was rather average looking and far from slender, she truly believed that’s how he saw her.
His hands firm on her shoulders, he dipped his mouth and kissed her, his cock bumping against her stomach. She shut her eyes and took in the sensations, until he forced her to her knees again.
She glanced at the two of them in the mirror as she wrapped her hand around his erection. Now she was naked on the floor before him, and he was fully dressed, his hand holding her where she belonged.
She shuddered.
She squeezed her hand up and down, and a bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock.
“Lick it,” he said, and she did.
And then she took him in her mouth, as much as she could, until she felt like she would gag, before pulling back. She kept her hand around the base as she sucked him in and out, and she couldn’t help but writhe in frustration. She felt empty. His hand tightened in her hair, and he moved her head up and down on his cock.
“That’s good,” he said. “Yes. Just like that. Take all of it. You missed this, didn’t you?”
His expression was cool and hard, but there were still the faint groans, the tightness of his hand in her hair—and, of course, his erection—to tell her that he liked this very much.
“Have you sucked off another man since you were with me?”
She released him with a pop. “No.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since me.”
It was not a question. It was a statement. But it was incorrect.
“I have,” she said. “It’s not like you ruined me for all other men.”
“No?”
His cock bobbed in front of her face, slick with his pre-cum and her saliva.
The truth was, he had ruined her. The two times she’d had sex in the past year hadn’t been anything like what she’d wanted.
Because she wanted exactly what Blaine gave her.
Just…not with him.
“No,” she said, trying to sound sure of herself. “I’ve had sex since you left me, and I enjoyed it just fine.” Anger began to spread through her. “Are you mad that I didn’t remain faithful to a man who walked out on me? You’ve no right.” She squeezed his dick, and his eyes rolled back.
“I’m not mad.” He was breathing harshly. “But I’m not going to pretend I like it. And I’m not going to pretend that I don’t know it wasn’t as good as it was with me.”
“Is that what you say to all your women?” She ran her tongue up his shaft. “You’re so full of shit.”
“You need a good hard fucking to get your head on straight. To shut that impertinent mouth of yours.”
“You’re not supposed to use words like ‘impertinent’ when you’re getting a blowjob. And if you think I need a good fucking, then why don’t you give it to me?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you. But not until I see my cum dribbling out of your mouth.”
She parted her lips, and he shoved his cock inside. She sucked him quickly, her pussy clenching with each bob of her head. She slipped one hand between her legs to touch her clit. After all, there was no reason she couldn’t get off now, too. But he jerked her wrist away.
“No,” he said. “You focus only on me.”
The hard, satiny skin of him filled her mouth, but she couldn’t focus just on him—need was building between her legs as she sucked.
But since he’d told her to stop, she didn’t touch herself again.
He squeezed her shoulder. That’s what he always did before he came in her mouth. A moment later, warm liquid flooded her, and she tried to swallow as much as possible. But she didn’t worry too much about getting it all.
Because he liked to see it leaking down her chin.
“That’s so fucking pretty,” he said, pulling back from her face. He used his thumb to wipe some of his cum from her lips, sliding it into her mouth before tucking himself back into his pants. “Now let’s celebrate my first blowjob in more than a year by having some wine.”
Dammit. He wasn’t going to get her off yet.
And then the rest of what he’d said registered.
“You haven’t done that since you left me?”
He shook his head. “In the past two years, the furthest I got with a woman—other than you—was a single kiss.”