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"that’s not actually Crown’s boyfriend, Nona, it’s her sister, but I don’t think anyone could blame you for getting confused" is a wild line and it's describes their whole t h i n g with terrifying accuracy but the best part is how everything becomes even worse after
"is this good?" mel pulls away from your cunt for a breath, glasses fogged halfway up, and you're barely aware of the shine to her eyes, oh so excited. the vibrations of her murmured words make your clit quiver, a shiver running up along your spine until it reaches your skull, and you start nodding feverishly.
this was a on the whim kind of thing- mel was constantly groaning about how her sister was having sex, that she didn't, and how did that even make sense. when you lured her into the storage room, hands on her shoulders, saying that you don't mind, you need some help anyway.
fuck, why does she have to look like a pathetic, obedient little puppy with your juices coating her chin? if she had a tail, she'd sure be wagging it...
"yea-yeah, really good, doctor king..." you get out between two, shaky breaths as the back of your palm comes up to cover your mouth. teeth sink into your thin skin when mel's two fingers part your pussy lips, a dopey smile adorning her mouth with a rosy color riding along her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
a hand runs over the stray strands sticking out from her neatly pulled hair into a ponytail, and she leans into your touch, cheek rubbing against your inner thigh before attaching her lips to the soft flesh. her ministrations of your skin continue as your fingerpads dig into her scalp, biting and scraping with her teeth, humming with her mouthful.
your glistening core waits for her tongue again- drenched but unsatisfied, the small bundle of nerves perking up as the cold air hits it. she says something about "how pretty" or "how tasty", but her words are lost in your heavy breaths as she finally leans in to taste you again.
and oh, how eager she is, hypnotized and drunk on your juices as her drowsy eyes peer ahead of her, lustfully following her tongue disappearing inside your wet cavern. your hips jerked against her mouth, moaning loudly as the sensation built slowly inside you. with each noise you make, each tremor shooting through your body, mel picks up her pace, and you can feel the grin on her face, for the split second before all you see is white flashes, so fucking proud of herself.
a/n: is this a bad time to mention that i do believe mel would have a texture thing about cum? like she gets pussy drunk and all, but texture thing..... correct me tho! hope you enjoyed <3
summary: Mel is worried that she won't be able to get you off properly her first time using a strap, but her worries disappear when she actually tries it out. 18+ mdni wc. 2.4k
tags: mel king x f!reader, smut/pwp, first time use of a strap for both reader + mel, you shop for a strap together, brief fingering (reader receiving), mel has a praise kink, multiple orgasms, coming untouched (mel), based on this request!, references to this fic!
Mel was in a good mood. Great, even.
She was at the top of her game today - leading traumas without hesitation, treating patients at the bedside with a smile, and typing up her charts before Robby could even think of reminding her.
It wasn’t unusual for Mel to be this energetic. She was an R3 after all. She always moved with confidence, her experience in the VA giving her a self-assurance that the younger residents hadn’t quite achieved just yet.
But the last time the PTMC saw Mel this eager, running around like she was gliding through air, was when you two were on a shift together.
You were also an R3, but you were mainly scheduled with the night shift. Abbot knew Robby already had a lot on his plate so he took you and Joy under his wing, leaving interactions with the day shift brief and sporadic.
Regardless of team assignments right now, you did spend your first few days at the PTMC with the morning shift.
It was impressive how well you and Mel worked together despite not knowing each other. You and Mel would swap places wordlessly during the a patient’s primary exam, swapping tools and information until you knew what they needed to get patched up.
It only took a few more shifts together before you asked Mel for her number and you guys started dating. It was a shame you transferred to the night shift team, though Mel did admit it was distracting to work with you.
“Mel’s in a great mood today.” McKay commented as she glanced over Javadi’s shoulder at the charts on her computer.
“Yeah, I think she got some good news earlier. I saw her checking her phone a lot. Maybe it’s about her deposition!” Javadi smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she watched McKay’s eyes drifting down the screen.
There was good news. Just, not about the deposition.
Earlier, Mel’s phone buzzed when she was making her tea in the break room. She was surprised to see it was a text from you.
You weren’t usually up this early, claiming you hated waking before the sun even rose. Mel wasn’t sure that was true - her 5:30 alarm always woke you both up (despite how hard she tried to set the volume low enough that it was only noticeable to her) and you never failed to smile into her shoulder and brush off her apologies. Sometimes, with your different schedules, mornings were the only times you two could be together. No matter how exhausted you were, you always made an effort to remind Mel of your love for her. That love usually manifested as your arms around her waist, whispering “stay with me for five more minutes” in her ear, or your fingers in her cunt, slowly coaxing her to a climax for some stress relief before another hard shift.
Mel dipped the tea bag in her thermos a few times before throwing it out into the trash bin. She took a seat at the table and eagerly unlocked her phone, expecting something devastatingly domestic like a good morning text or a picture of your breakfast.
Instead, it was a picture of a package on your doorstep, and a short text that read: Guess what finally arrived!
Mel choked on her tea. She was expecting the order to come next week, not today!
The conversation came up a few months ago after Mel’s impromptu introduction of a vibrator into your sex life. At first, Mel wanted to take things slow, mainly because she hadn’t had much time during med school to gain more hands-on experience with sex. Sure, before your relationship, she had masterbated and watched her fair share of porn, but she never really had a partner to try some of the things she was very interested in.
Like a strap.
Mel quickly learned that it was hard to hold back how much she wanted you - and how often. When she was apart from you, all she could think of was your lips on hers or the taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her mind drifted frequently. She started wondering how else she could make you cum, what would happen if she angled her fingers a different way, gave you some faster stimulation, or pushed into your cunt with something bigger than her fingers.
It was admittedly very easy getting over the guilt she had for fantasizing over you, especially since you reciprocated Mel’s desire with even more fervor, unashamed and eager. Sex always felt like such a taboo for her, but you made Mel feel comfortable with indulging in her fantasies.
Mel was still worried she was moving too fast. She didn’t ask you how you would feel about using a vibrator, and though you did love it (she had to charge the batteries often because it was used so frequently) Mel regretted asking if you wanted to try out a strap so soon. Maybe you would say no or be hesitant. She never wanted to push you towards something you didn’t want.
Thankfully, you were quick to bring up the topic of a strap again, and Mel’s worries dissipated like steam.
Mel was eating popcorn and pulling up a movie for you two to watch when you settled on the couch beside her with your computer on your lap.
“So, what color did you want?” you asked, your fingers brushing Mel’s as you grabbed some popcorn.
“For what?” Mel racked her brain to try and figure out what you were talking about. You mentioned buying new shoes for work earlier, maybe that was it.
“For the strap.” You angled the computer so she could see better.
Mel’s eyes widened. She looked back and forth between the bright blue dildo on the screen and your smiling face.
“Oh.”
You bit your lip, retracting slightly when you saw her expression. “Or not. You mentioned you wanted us to try a strap right? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to anymore-“
“No, I do-! I really want to.” Mel nodded quickly and set the popcorn bowl down on the table. “Just um, not blue. Anything but blue.”
You grinned. “Alright.”
Mel’s face heated up as you scrolled down the rows and rows of options on the website. She didn’t think you remembered her suggestion from last week. Though she was happy you did.
Mel scratched her neck as you continued scrolling past the different types of strap-ons. You giggled a little at a glow in the dark one. Mel, on the other hand, felt nervous. She could understand the appeal of all the colors and adaptations but she wanted to get things right and figure out how to properly get you off with a strap before trying out the more detailed toys.
“Wait, that one.” Mel pointed to the screen and shifted closer to you, your thighs touching.
“Pink? Aw, yeah that’s cute. It’ll match the vibrator.” You clicked on the picture and added the item to the cart.
You pulled up the harness section. Mel swallowed. There were so many kinds, with little features that separated them all - a pocket that could fit a bullet vibe, and another one with straps around the thighs.
You kept scrolling until your mouse landed on a pair of boxers. Mel leaned closer to read the reviews. She liked how simple the design was compared to the other harnesses.
“Could wear it under your scrubs…” you mumbled, your nails scraping against the mousepad as you scrolled down the page.
Mel looked at you, surprised. She was so focused on the pros and cons of each harness she forgot to consider your reaction and what made you squirm.
“Yeah, I could.” She reached over your arm and added the harness to the cart. “Alright, just need some lube and then I’ll pay for it.”
After you two purchased the order, Mel was so worked up she pushed you down against the couch cushions and ate you out. She curled her fingers in your cunt, storing away your moans now so she could compare what you’d sound like once she reached deeper with the strap.
“I paid for express shipping.” you murmured, stroking your thumb over the hem of Mel’s boxers as she straddled over you.
“That makes sense. I was wondering why it came so early.” Mel tried to fit the base of the strap-on into the harness but her fingers trembled. She was so nervous she felt like her blood was on fire.
“Didn’t feel like waiting that long.” you grinned, taking the dildo from Mel’s hands and pushing it into place.
You stretched over the mattress to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand table. You squirted some in your palm and slathered it up and down the dildo.
Mel flexed her hands, unsure of how to help. Her chest rose and fell quickly, heat between her thighs as she watched you take control. Your hair was all tangled and sweaty from the previous rounds, and you had never looked more beautiful.
“There we go.” you whispered, voice a little rough from how you were just crying out in pleasure.
Mel cleared her throat, wiping her sweaty palms down her thighs. “Are you ready?”
You nodded and smiled up at her.
Mel exhaled and lined up the tip with your cunt, then slowly pushed in. You were still pretty sensitive from the last few rounds and your thighs shook and subtly closed together.
Mel could see you stretching around the tip and her mouth fell open. She pushed your thighs apart with her soft palms and circled your clit with her thumb.
You moaned as Mel nudged further, your hips getting closer like magnets drifting together.
Mel looked up from your cunt to see your face. Your eyes were scrunched shut and you bit your lip.
“Does it hurt?” She asked, worried.
“No, no - feels good, keep going-“ you shook your head, hand reaching out to pull her closer by the waist of the boxers.
When Mel finally pushed the whole strap on into your cunt, you pulled her into a kiss as you grinded your clit against the base.
You wrapped your hands around her neck and dragged your tongue against hers, smiling when you heard her quiet whimpers.
Mel braced her hand against the pillow and pulled her hips back. The strap-on was such a sight, glistening with your slick, a shudder ran down her spine.
She started thrusting shallowly, so eager to hear your moans. The strap-on dragged in and out of your walls, reaching farther and farther in your pussy every time.
You noticed Mel’s eyebrows furrowed together. You could tell she was still nervous about making you feel good. You smoothed the crease between her brows with a brush of your thumb.
“Doing so good, Mel.” you reassured her.
Mel flushed, soft hair falling over her eyes as she nodded. Her thrusts became more erratic as she tried angling her hips upwards.
You started panting, hips grinding against hers desperately, until Mel’s tip squished against your g-spot and you whined.
Mel’s eyes lit up and her demeanor changed. In an instant, it was like all her confidence returned as she started driving the strap right into your g-spot.
You squirmed under her, back arching off the mattress. Mel was sweating, her eyes locked onto your pelvises connected together. Each time the dildo squelched out of your cunt, she could see the pink silicone, the same color as her flushed body. She moaned and mumbled praises for your sweet pussy taking her so well and how pretty you sounded.
Mel didn’t even realize she was rambling until you grabbed her hand and placed it onto the base of your stomach. Her eyes flickered to yours as she pushed her palm down. You gasped, a depraved cry coming out from your chest as Mel drove into your g-spot until you came.
Mel slowed her hips, thrusting deep and full while you rode out the aftershocks.
When your breathing evened, you looked up at her with a smile and she grinned back at you. You reached out for her, ready to bring Mel to her own orgasm, but she wrapped her hands around your waist and flipped you over.
Your stomach pressed against the mattress and your cheek was smushed on the pillow. Mel ran her hands down the curve of your spine, panting like an animal.
“Mel, wait, don’t you want to get off too?” you asked, worried that she wasn’t getting pleasured too.
Mel pressed a wet kiss against the base of your neck. She spread your lips open and pushed the strap in again, the new angle making your eyes roll into your skull.
“I already did.” she groaned into your ear.
Normally, Mel would feel embarrassed about coming untouched, but she was so addicted to the sight of your cunt taking her strap that all it took was hearing your praises and moans for her to orgasm.
Her boxers were wet, the fabric sticking to her folds, but she ignored the feeling and kept thrusting into your pussy.
Mel pushed one of your legs up to get a better angle. Your clit pressed flat against the mattress and dragged across the bedsheets each time Mel rolled her hips.
Her nipples brushed your bare chest. She couldn’t help the wrecked moans she let out once she looked down and saw the ring of cream forming around the base of the strap.
“Oh- god-“ Mel whined, pushing herself off you to drag a finger through the slick. Her mouth curved into a grin as she rubbed her fingers together, feeling your arousal.
Mel drove into you with more eagerness, sweat dripping down her chest as she pushed her glasses back up on her face to see you better.
You buried your face into the pillow as your climax approached quickly. Pressure built steadily in your stomach until you came again, keening against the mattress.
Mel helped you through the afterwaves again, then pulled the strap out of your messy cunt.
Your slick dribbled onto the bedsheets and Mel let out a shaky exhale.
“Hey, you okay?” Mel gave your pussy one last look before she crawled up to you and ran a hand down your back.
“Mhm.” you nodded, gingerly turning onto your side to look at her.
Your eyes met and you both broke into laughter.
“Next time I’ll wear the strap on.” You said, pressing a kiss to Mel’s cheek.
I wish I could incorporate "bestie he ate her" into my every day vocabulary. Fr, accusing tasmuir of not having thought through the implications is WILD. Like "What do you mean there are violations of consent in the Violations of Consent book?!?" Smack my gobs, good sir, it's almost like it's a THEME or something. There are definitely fascinating discussions to be had here, I suppose on that we can agree.
summary: Mel is worried that she won't be able to get you off properly her first time using a strap, but her worries disappear when she actually tries it out. 18+ mdni wc. 2.4k
tags: mel king x f!reader, smut/pwp, first time use of a strap for both reader + mel, you shop for a strap together, brief fingering (reader receiving), mel has a praise kink, multiple orgasms, coming untouched (mel), based on this request!, references to this fic!
Mel was in a good mood. Great, even.
She was at the top of her game today - leading traumas without hesitation, treating patients at the bedside with a smile, and typing up her charts before Robby could even think of reminding her.
It wasn’t unusual for Mel to be this energetic. She was an R3 after all. She always moved with confidence, her experience in the VA giving her a self-assurance that the younger residents hadn’t quite achieved just yet.
But the last time the PTMC saw Mel this eager, running around like she was gliding through air, was when you two were on a shift together.
You were also an R3, but you were mainly scheduled with the night shift. Abbot knew Robby already had a lot on his plate so he took you and Joy under his wing, leaving interactions with the day shift brief and sporadic.
Regardless of team assignments right now, you did spend your first few days at the PTMC with the morning shift.
It was impressive how well you and Mel worked together despite not knowing each other. You and Mel would swap places wordlessly during the a patient’s primary exam, swapping tools and information until you knew what they needed to get patched up.
It only took a few more shifts together before you asked Mel for her number and you guys started dating. It was a shame you transferred to the night shift team, though Mel did admit it was distracting to work with you.
“Mel’s in a great mood today.” McKay commented as she glanced over Javadi’s shoulder at the charts on her computer.
“Yeah, I think she got some good news earlier. I saw her checking her phone a lot. Maybe it’s about her deposition!” Javadi smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she watched McKay’s eyes drifting down the screen.
There was good news. Just, not about the deposition.
Earlier, Mel’s phone buzzed when she was making her tea in the break room. She was surprised to see it was a text from you.
You weren’t usually up this early, claiming you hated waking before the sun even rose. Mel wasn’t sure that was true - her 5:30 alarm always woke you both up (despite how hard she tried to set the volume low enough that it was only noticeable to her) and you never failed to smile into her shoulder and brush off her apologies. Sometimes, with your different schedules, mornings were the only times you two could be together. No matter how exhausted you were, you always made an effort to remind Mel of your love for her. That love usually manifested as your arms around her waist, whispering “stay with me for five more minutes” in her ear, or your fingers in her cunt, slowly coaxing her to a climax for some stress relief before another hard shift.
Mel dipped the tea bag in her thermos a few times before throwing it out into the trash bin. She took a seat at the table and eagerly unlocked her phone, expecting something devastatingly domestic like a good morning text or a picture of your breakfast.
Instead, it was a picture of a package on your doorstep, and a short text that read: Guess what finally arrived!
Mel choked on her tea. She was expecting the order to come next week, not today!
The conversation came up a few months ago after Mel’s impromptu introduction of a vibrator into your sex life. At first, Mel wanted to take things slow, mainly because she hadn’t had much time during med school to gain more hands-on experience with sex. Sure, before your relationship, she had masterbated and watched her fair share of porn, but she never really had a partner to try some of the things she was very interested in.
Like a strap.
Mel quickly learned that it was hard to hold back how much she wanted you - and how often. When she was apart from you, all she could think of was your lips on hers or the taste of your arousal on her tongue. Her mind drifted frequently. She started wondering how else she could make you cum, what would happen if she angled her fingers a different way, gave you some faster stimulation, or pushed into your cunt with something bigger than her fingers.
It was admittedly very easy getting over the guilt she had for fantasizing over you, especially since you reciprocated Mel’s desire with even more fervor, unashamed and eager. Sex always felt like such a taboo for her, but you made Mel feel comfortable with indulging in her fantasies.
Mel was still worried she was moving too fast. She didn’t ask you how you would feel about using a vibrator, and though you did love it (she had to charge the batteries often because it was used so frequently) Mel regretted asking if you wanted to try out a strap so soon. Maybe you would say no or be hesitant. She never wanted to push you towards something you didn’t want.
Thankfully, you were quick to bring up the topic of a strap again, and Mel’s worries dissipated like steam.
Mel was eating popcorn and pulling up a movie for you two to watch when you settled on the couch beside her with your computer on your lap.
“So, what color did you want?” you asked, your fingers brushing Mel’s as you grabbed some popcorn.
“For what?” Mel racked her brain to try and figure out what you were talking about. You mentioned buying new shoes for work earlier, maybe that was it.
“For the strap.” You angled the computer so she could see better.
Mel’s eyes widened. She looked back and forth between the bright blue dildo on the screen and your smiling face.
“Oh.”
You bit your lip, retracting slightly when you saw her expression. “Or not. You mentioned you wanted us to try a strap right? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to anymore-“
“No, I do-! I really want to.” Mel nodded quickly and set the popcorn bowl down on the table. “Just um, not blue. Anything but blue.”
You grinned. “Alright.”
Mel’s face heated up as you scrolled down the rows and rows of options on the website. She didn’t think you remembered her suggestion from last week. Though she was happy you did.
Mel scratched her neck as you continued scrolling past the different types of strap-ons. You giggled a little at a glow in the dark one. Mel, on the other hand, felt nervous. She could understand the appeal of all the colors and adaptations but she wanted to get things right and figure out how to properly get you off with a strap before trying out the more detailed toys.
“Wait, that one.” Mel pointed to the screen and shifted closer to you, your thighs touching.
“Pink? Aw, yeah that’s cute. It’ll match the vibrator.” You clicked on the picture and added the item to the cart.
You pulled up the harness section. Mel swallowed. There were so many kinds, with little features that separated them all - a pocket that could fit a bullet vibe, and another one with straps around the thighs.
You kept scrolling until your mouse landed on a pair of boxers. Mel leaned closer to read the reviews. She liked how simple the design was compared to the other harnesses.
“Could wear it under your scrubs…” you mumbled, your nails scraping against the mousepad as you scrolled down the page.
Mel looked at you, surprised. She was so focused on the pros and cons of each harness she forgot to consider your reaction and what made you squirm.
“Yeah, I could.” She reached over your arm and added the harness to the cart. “Alright, just need some lube and then I’ll pay for it.”
After you two purchased the order, Mel was so worked up she pushed you down against the couch cushions and ate you out. She curled her fingers in your cunt, storing away your moans now so she could compare what you’d sound like once she reached deeper with the strap.
“I paid for express shipping.” you murmured, stroking your thumb over the hem of Mel’s boxers as she straddled over you.
“That makes sense. I was wondering why it came so early.” Mel tried to fit the base of the strap-on into the harness but her fingers trembled. She was so nervous she felt like her blood was on fire.
“Didn’t feel like waiting that long.” you grinned, taking the dildo from Mel’s hands and pushing it into place.
You stretched over the mattress to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand table. You squirted some in your palm and slathered it up and down the dildo.
Mel flexed her hands, unsure of how to help. Her chest rose and fell quickly, heat between her thighs as she watched you take control. Your hair was all tangled and sweaty from the previous rounds, and you had never looked more beautiful.
“There we go.” you whispered, voice a little rough from how you were just crying out in pleasure.
Mel cleared her throat, wiping her sweaty palms down her thighs. “Are you ready?”
You nodded and smiled up at her.
Mel exhaled and lined up the tip with your cunt, then slowly pushed in. You were still pretty sensitive from the last few rounds and your thighs shook and subtly closed together.
Mel could see you stretching around the tip and her mouth fell open. She pushed your thighs apart with her soft palms and circled your clit with her thumb.
You moaned as Mel nudged further, your hips getting closer like magnets drifting together.
Mel looked up from your cunt to see your face. Your eyes were scrunched shut and you bit your lip.
“Does it hurt?” She asked, worried.
“No, no - feels good, keep going-“ you shook your head, hand reaching out to pull her closer by the waist of the boxers.
When Mel finally pushed the whole strap on into your cunt, you pulled her into a kiss as you grinded your clit against the base.
You wrapped your hands around her neck and dragged your tongue against hers, smiling when you heard her quiet whimpers.
Mel braced her hand against the pillow and pulled her hips back. The strap-on was such a sight, glistening with your slick, a shudder ran down her spine.
She started thrusting shallowly, so eager to hear your moans. The strap-on dragged in and out of your walls, reaching farther and farther in your pussy every time.
You noticed Mel’s eyebrows furrowed together. You could tell she was still nervous about making you feel good. You smoothed the crease between her brows with a brush of your thumb.
“Doing so good, Mel.” you reassured her.
Mel flushed, soft hair falling over her eyes as she nodded. Her thrusts became more erratic as she tried angling her hips upwards.
You started panting, hips grinding against hers desperately, until Mel’s tip squished against your g-spot and you whined.
Mel’s eyes lit up and her demeanor changed. In an instant, it was like all her confidence returned as she started driving the strap right into your g-spot.
You squirmed under her, back arching off the mattress. Mel was sweating, her eyes locked onto your pelvises connected together. Each time the dildo squelched out of your cunt, she could see the pink silicone, the same color as her flushed body. She moaned and mumbled praises for your sweet pussy taking her so well and how pretty you sounded.
Mel didn’t even realize she was rambling until you grabbed her hand and placed it onto the base of your stomach. Her eyes flickered to yours as she pushed her palm down. You gasped, a depraved cry coming out from your chest as Mel drove into your g-spot until you came.
Mel slowed her hips, thrusting deep and full while you rode out the aftershocks.
When your breathing evened, you looked up at her with a smile and she grinned back at you. You reached out for her, ready to bring Mel to her own orgasm, but she wrapped her hands around your waist and flipped you over.
Your stomach pressed against the mattress and your cheek was smushed on the pillow. Mel ran her hands down the curve of your spine, panting like an animal.
“Mel, wait, don’t you want to get off too?” you asked, worried that she wasn’t getting pleasured too.
Mel pressed a wet kiss against the base of your neck. She spread your lips open and pushed the strap in again, the new angle making your eyes roll into your skull.
“I already did.” she groaned into your ear.
Normally, Mel would feel embarrassed about coming untouched, but she was so addicted to the sight of your cunt taking her strap that all it took was hearing your praises and moans for her to orgasm.
Her boxers were wet, the fabric sticking to her folds, but she ignored the feeling and kept thrusting into your pussy.
Mel pushed one of your legs up to get a better angle. Your clit pressed flat against the mattress and dragged across the bedsheets each time Mel rolled her hips.
Her nipples brushed your bare chest. She couldn’t help the wrecked moans she let out once she looked down and saw the ring of cream forming around the base of the strap.
“Oh- god-“ Mel whined, pushing herself off you to drag a finger through the slick. Her mouth curved into a grin as she rubbed her fingers together, feeling your arousal.
Mel drove into you with more eagerness, sweat dripping down her chest as she pushed her glasses back up on her face to see you better.
You buried your face into the pillow as your climax approached quickly. Pressure built steadily in your stomach until you came again, keening against the mattress.
Mel helped you through the afterwaves again, then pulled the strap out of your messy cunt.
Your slick dribbled onto the bedsheets and Mel let out a shaky exhale.
“Hey, you okay?” Mel gave your pussy one last look before she crawled up to you and ran a hand down your back.
“Mhm.” you nodded, gingerly turning onto your side to look at her.
Your eyes met and you both broke into laughter.
“Next time I’ll wear the strap on.” You said, pressing a kiss to Mel’s cheek.
✦ ﹙ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ﹚after a brutal hospital shift, cassie comes home exhausted, needy, and completely worked up after spending all day distracted by the teasing photos you kept sending her. one kiss turns into a messy night of black lace, dirty confessions, and cassie completely falling apart beneath you. 18k
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Cassie’s shift starts spiralling before noon even hits. The emergency department is already loud by ten thirty in the morning, monitors beeping nonstop somewhere down the hall while stretchers squeak across polished floors and nurses call out medication orders over each other.
Fluorescent lights burn harshly overhead, making the exhaustion behind Cassie’s eyes feel sharper every passing hour. She barely has enough time to shove a pair of gloves on before another patient gets wheeled through the trauma bay doors.
An older man can’t breathe properly after collapsing in a grocery store aisle. A teenager comes in crying with her wrist bent at an angle that makes Cassie’s stomach twist. Somebody else is vomiting into a plastic bag while demanding to know why nobody has seen them yet.
The entire department smells like antiseptic wipes, stale coffee, sweat, and something metallic underneath it all that never fully leaves the air. Cassie keeps moving anyway, jaw tight while she rushes between rooms with her clipboard pressed against her chest.
Her silver chain sticks damply against the back of her neck beneath her scrub top while she pushes sweaty hair away from her forehead for what feels like the hundredth time today.
Around midday, she’s standing beside Dana at the nurses station reviewing bloodwork results when her phone suddenly buzzes against the metal countertop beside her. The vibration rattles loudly through the space between them.
Cassie barely glances down at first because she assumes it’s another annoying work notification or Trinity spamming the group chat again. Then she sees your name flash across the screen. Her eyes catch the image preview beneath it and she physically stops processing whatever Dana is saying mid sentence.
You’re sprawled across the bed wearing that black lingerie set she loves most, lace stretched tightly over your tits while the thin straps barely hold anything in place properly. Even through the tiny preview, she can tell you’ve arched your back on purpose for the picture.
Cassie’s tongue presses slowly against the inside of her cheek while heat crawls instantly up the back of her neck. The emergency department noise dulls around her for a second. Dana keeps talking beside her but Cassie doesn’t hear a word because all she can focus on is the soft swell of your chest against black lace.
Then Dana notices she’s gone silent and glances down too. There’s half a second where Dana sees enough skin and lace to immediately understand what’s on the screen before Cassie grabs the phone so fast she nearly knocks over somebody’s coffee beside the computer.
“Seriously?” Dana asks flatly.
Cassie locks the screen instantly and shoves the phone deep into her scrub pocket while her face burns hot beneath the fluorescent lights overhead. “Shut the fuck up,” she mutters under her breath, trying to sound irritated instead of mortified.
Dana only raises an eyebrow harder while flipping casually through another chart beside her like this is the funniest thing she’s seen all week. “Black lace during a shift is nasty work,” she comments without even looking at her this time. Cassie glares at the side of her head so hard it almost hurts.
Her cock gives an embarrassing twitch beneath her slacks at the memory of the photo alone and she immediately shifts her weight slightly behind the nurses station counter. The silver chain around her neck feels suddenly too warm against her skin.
Dana notices the movement instantly and lets out a short laugh beneath her breath. “You look stressed,” she adds innocently. Cassie snatches another patient file off the counter harder than necessary while trying desperately not to think about the image again.
The problem is that she can still picture it perfectly anyway. By the time she reaches trauma two again, your body is burned into the back of her mind so badly she can barely focus on anything else.
The texts keep coming after that. Every time Cassie’s phone buzzes inside her scrub pocket, her stomach tightens automatically before she even checks who it is. She’s washing blood from her hands outside one of the trauma rooms when another message lights up her screen.
waiting for you at home :(
Cassie stares at the text while water runs over her fingers in the sink. Her jaw clenches immediately because she already knows you’re doing this intentionally now. The rest of the afternoon becomes absolute torture.
She’s trying to insert an IV while wondering what you’re wearing underneath the oversized hoodie you stole from her last week. She’s taking patient vitals while imagining her hands pushing those lingerie straps off your shoulders.
She catches herself checking her phone during charting, during rounds, during the thirty seconds she gets alone in the supply closet to breathe. At one point she finally gives in and opens another picture while hidden between shelves of gauze and saline bags.
You’re sitting on the bathroom counter this time with one thigh crossed slowly over the other while your fingers hook teasingly beneath the lace waistband of your panties.
Cassie’s breathing immediately turns uneven. Her cock thickens hard beneath her slacks while she leans back against the storage shelves with one hand dragging tiredly over her face.
Then another text appears underneath the image almost instantly. thinking about your mouth :(
Cassie lets out a low groan before locking the screen again and tipping her head briefly against the wall behind her.
By late evening, exhaustion settles into her bones so heavily it almost makes her feel sick. Her shoulders ache from tension while her patience wears thinner with every passing hour.
Dana keeps glancing at her phone every time it buzzes now with that irritating little smirk that makes Cassie want to throw something at her head. Trinity overhears enough of one conversation to immediately start making things worse too.
“Damn,” Trinity mutters while passing the nurses station, “whatever she sent you must be good because you’ve been acting insane all day.”
Cassie flips her off without even looking up from the chart she’s aggressively pretending to focus on. The truth is she can barely think straight anymore.
Every image you send sits heavy in her mind for hours afterward. Every little teasing caption makes her cock twitch painfully beneath her slacks while she’s trapped under fluorescent lights helping patients and trying to function normally.
By the end of the shift she’s so worked up she physically has to adjust herself while walking down an empty hallway because the pressure against the fabric becomes unbearable. Her chain rests cold against her pulse while she exhales slowly through clenched teeth. She wants to go home so badly it almost hurts.
When her shift finally ends, Cassie pushes through the ambulance bay doors into the cold evening air outside the hospital and immediately feels the exhaustion hit harder. Rainwater still glistens across the pavement from earlier storms while Pittsburgh’s skyline blurs softly beneath fading sunset light in the distance.
She loosens the collar of her scrub top slightly as she walks toward her car, her chain catching briefly against the fabric before slipping back against her chest again.
The second she slides into the driver’s seat, she lets out a long breath and tips her head back against the leather. Silence finally settles around her for the first time all day. Then her phone buzzes again.
Cassie closes her eyes for one irritated second because she already knows it’s you before she even checks. Another picture loads onto the screen. You’re standing in front of the bedroom mirror now wearing one of her hoodies open over the lingerie set, your thighs bare beneath it while your hand rests teasingly against your chest.
miss you, cass <3
Her cock hardens immediately beneath her slacks. “You’re such a fucking brat,” she mutters quietly to herself while staring down at the screen glowing inside the dark car. The problem is that she loves this side of you. Loves knowing you’re sitting at home fully aware of exactly what these photos are doing to her.
The drive home only makes everything worse. Red brake lights smear across the windshield while Cassie sits gripping the steering wheel hard enough for her knuckles to pale. Her slacks feel painfully tight now, cock half hard and aching every time she stops at another intersection.
Every red light gives her another excuse to glance down at the photos again. Every glance makes her breathing heavier. Her chain shifts against her throat every time she swallows.
Then, only ten minutes from home, her phone buzzes one final time from the passenger seat. Cassie grabs it immediately without thinking. hurry home. want your attention :(
Her stomach twists painfully at the text alone before another image loads underneath it. You’re stretched back against the pillows now with the hoodie gone completely, black lace hugging your chest while your fingers disappear teasingly beneath the waistband of your panties. Warm bedside lighting spills softly across your skin while your thighs spread slightly for the camera.
Cassie actually swears out loud this time. Her cock throbs hard beneath her slacks while she shoves her hand down briefly to adjust herself against the restrictive fabric. “Fuck,” she breathes sharply, pulse hammering violently beneath the silver chain resting against her throat.
She can already picture walking through the apartment door. Picture you looking up at her innocently despite knowing exactly what you’ve done to her all fucking day. The second the traffic light turns green, Cassie presses harder on the accelerator and drives home faster than she should.
The closer Cassie gets to home, the quieter her phone becomes. No more teasing notifications lighting up the passenger seat beside her. No more photos. No more smug little captions designed specifically to ruin her concentration.
At first she keeps glancing toward the screen every few minutes anyway, half expecting another message to appear at the next red light, but nothing comes through. The silence somehow affects her worse than the teasing does. Because now she knows exactly what it means. You’re waiting for her.
Probably laid across the bed still wearing that black lace set with your legs kicked lazily beneath the blankets while you wait for the sound of her keys in the front door. The image settles so heavily into Cassie’s mind that her grip tightens around the steering wheel hard enough to ache.
Her slacks feel unbearable now, restrictive fabric pressing tightly against the hard outline between her thighs while traffic crawls painfully slow around her. Every little movement against the seat sends another pulse of pressure through her body.
She exhales shakily through her nose while one hand drops briefly from the steering wheel just to adjust herself again. The second her palm presses against her cock through the fabric, Cassie’s head tips back slightly against the seat with a low strained breath.
“Fuck…” she mutters under her breath, fingers flexing instinctively over herself before she forces her hand away again.
It doesn’t help. If anything it makes the pressure worse. Her cock throbs heavily beneath the fabric of her slacks while her mind keeps replaying every single photo you sent her throughout the shift. The black lace stretched over your chest. Your fingers hooked beneath your panties.
The way you’d written want your attention :( like you hadn’t spent the entire day driving her fucking insane on purpose. Another red light stops traffic ahead and Cassie lets out a frustrated groan while drumming her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel.
Her hips shift against the seat again searching uselessly for relief. The ache between her legs has become impossible to ignore now, warm and heavy and demanding in a way that makes it hard to think properly.
She glances around the dark street automatically even though she already knows nobody’s paying attention to the inside of her car. Rainwater reflects city lights across the windows while distant headlights blur past outside.
Cassie swallows hard before sliding her hand down again. This time she presses her palm more firmly over herself, biting down sharply on the inside of her cheek the second pressure drags against her cock.
Her eyes close briefly. The friction feels pathetic compared to what she actually wants, but it still pulls a low shaky breath from her chest anyway.
“Jesus christ,” she mutters softly to herself.
Her hand lingers there longer this time. Fingers spread over the growing damp patch beneath her slacks while another frustrated pulse of need twists low in her stomach. Cassie knows she should stop. Knows this is fucking ridiculous.
She’s parked at a red light half hard in her car because you sent her a few photos while she was at work. The thought should embarrass her more than it does. Instead it only makes her cock twitch harder beneath her hand.
Another car passes slowly beside her and Cassie immediately pulls her hand away again, heart kicking sharply before she realises they can’t actually see anything through the dark tinted windows.
The light still hasn’t changed. Her breathing grows heavier inside the silence of the car while she stares out at the rain streaking across the windshield. Then, before she can really think herself out of it, Cassie unbuttons her slacks just enough to shove her hand inside. The relief hits instantly.
A strained sound leaves her throat the second her fingers finally wrap around bare skin instead of rough fabric. Her cock is flushed and aching in her palm, leaking enough that her grip slides slightly the moment she strokes herself once.
Cassie’s forehead drops briefly against the steering wheel while she exhales hard through parted lips. “Fuck, baby…” she breathes quietly, voice rougher now.
She only means to touch herself for a second. Just enough to ease some of the pressure building painfully between her legs before she gets home. But the second her hand starts moving properly, Cassie realises how far gone she actually is.
Her hips jerk subtly upward into her grip without permission while another breath catches sharply in her chest. The warm interior of the car suddenly feels suffocating around her. Every drag of her hand over her cock pulls another image of you straight back into her head. Your tits spilling from black lace.
Your thighs spreading for the camera. The teasing little smile you always wear when you know exactly what you’re doing to her. Cassie pumps herself slowly at first, trying desperately to stay controlled despite how sensitive she already feels.
Her cock pulses heavily against her palm while she bites down hard against another moan threatening to escape. It feels wrong. So fucking wrong. Sitting alone in her car somewhere between the hospital and home jerking herself off because she can’t stop thinking about you waiting in bed for her.
But the shame only mixes horribly with the need twisting inside her stomach. The thought of you sitting patiently at home while she touches herself to your photos makes heat flood straight through her body. Cassie’s hand tightens instinctively around herself while her head falls back against the seat again.
Then her phone lights up suddenly beside her from a random work notification and the sharp flash of brightness jolts her back to reality immediately. Cassie curses under her breath and quickly pulls her hand away from herself, chest heaving slightly while she fixes her slacks with clumsy irritated movements.
Her cock aches painfully from the sudden loss of contact. The traffic light ahead finally shifts green at the exact same moment and the cars around her begin moving again. Cassie grips the steering wheel tightly with both hands this time, forcing herself to focus on the road despite how badly her body still throbs for release.
Her skin feels too warm. Her slacks sit uncomfortably against the lingering sensitivity between her thighs. She can still feel the slick warmth of precum against her palm even after wiping her hand roughly against the inside of her scrub jacket. By the time she turns onto your street a few minutes later, Cassie’s pulse is hammering so violently she swears she can feel it everywhere.
The lights inside the apartment glow softly through the windows upstairs. She stares at them for one long second after parking the car. Then she grabs her keys and practically shoves herself out into the cold night air before she completely loses whatever control she still has left.
You hear Cassie before you see her. The sound reaches you faintly through the bedroom window first — a car door slamming somewhere outside the apartment building hard enough to echo through the quiet street below.
Your eyes immediately flick toward the bedroom door even though you’re still stretched comfortably across the bed, phone resting loosely against your stomach while warm golden light from the bedside lamp spills softly across the sheets.
The black lace lingerie is still clinging to your body exactly the way it had been all evening, the straps sitting perfectly against your skin after hours of carefully teasing Cassie with photos she was never supposed to survive seeing during a twelve hour hospital shift.
You’ve been waiting for her for almost half an hour now, anticipation sitting low and warm in your stomach every time headlights pass outside the apartment windows. Then you hear the familiar metallic jingle of keys outside the front door.
Not calm either. Frustrated. Clumsy. Like Cassie’s trying to unlock the apartment while half distracted by something else entirely. There’s another loud shuffle followed by a muffled “fuck’s sake” from the hallway before the lock finally clicks open sharply.
The front door slams shut almost immediately afterward with enough force to make you smile to yourself against the pillows because you already know exactly what kind of mood she’s in.
Cassie doesn’t call out for you when she gets home tonight. Usually she does. Usually there’s a tired “baby?” from somewhere near the kitchen while she kicks off her shoes or drops her keys into the bowl beside the door.
Tonight the apartment stays completely silent except for the heavy sound of her footsteps moving through the hallway toward the bedroom. You can practically hear the exhaustion in them. Slow but impatient somehow at the same time.
The closer she gets, the harder your heartbeat starts kicking against your ribs in anticipation. You shift slightly against the mattress, thighs brushing together beneath the blankets while your fingers toy absentmindedly with the edge of the lace bra still hugging your chest.
Then Cassie finally appears in the doorway. The second she sees you, she stops moving entirely. Her body physically stills right there beneath the soft light spilling from the bedroom while her eyes drag slowly over you from head to toe.
She looks exhausted in the prettiest way possible. Her dark hair is messy from repeatedly dragging her hands through it all day, strands curling damply around her forehead after twelve straight hours beneath fluorescent hospital lights.
Her scrub top is slightly wrinkled and untucked at one side while the sleeves sit pushed halfway up her forearms like she stopped caring how she looked hours ago. Tension still clings visibly to her body even now, shoulders tight beneath tired muscles while she stares at you like she’s trying desperately not to completely lose control the second she walks into the room.
And god, the look on her face nearly does something dangerous to you.
Because Cassie looks wrecked already.
Not angry exactly. Not even irritated anymore despite how much she clearly wants to pretend she is. She just looks overwhelmed by you. Her eyes lock onto the black lace stretched tightly across your chest almost immediately, and you actually watch the moment her throat moves when she swallows hard.
The room stays silent for several long seconds while she stands there staring at you across the bed, breathing slightly heavier than she should be after simply walking upstairs. Your gaze drifts slowly over her body in return. The dark navy slacks hugging her hips still sit low enough for you to notice how tense her thighs look beneath the fabric.
Her hospital ID badge hangs crookedly from one pocket after clearly being shoved there carelessly at the end of her shift. Even from across the room you can see exhaustion sitting behind her eyes, but underneath it there’s something far warmer and far more dangerous now that she’s finally home with you instead of trapped at work all day.
“Hi,” you say softly into the silence. Cassie lets out a sharp breath through her nose like the sound of your voice alone physically affects her. Then she drops her bag heavily beside the bedroom door without ever taking her eyes off your body. “You’re an asshole,” she mutters finally, voice rough and low from exhaustion.
You can’t help smiling a little at that.
“You liked the photos,” you answer sweetly.
Cassie actually laughs once beneath her breath, but there’s absolutely nothing light in the sound. It comes out strained and exhausted while she reaches up to drag one tired hand slowly across her face. The movement pulls her scrub top slightly tighter across her shoulders for a second before she exhales heavily again.
“Liked them?” she repeats flatly. “I spent twelve hours trying not to lose my fucking mind because of you.” The words send warmth curling lower in your stomach immediately. Especially because she sounds genuinely frustrated by it.
Cassie’s eyes lower toward your chest again before she can stop herself, and this time you deliberately shift slightly against the pillows just to watch her reaction. The lace bra strains tighter instantly. Her jaw visibly clenches.
You notice the exact moment her eyes darken while taking in the soft curve of your tits threatening to spill over the tops of the cups every time you breathe.
She catches herself staring after a few seconds and drags her gaze upward again, but by then the damage is already done. You can practically feel the tension thickening in the room between you both now.
“You look tense,” you murmur softly while tilting your head against the pillows. Cassie scoffs immediately at the understatement of the century. “Tense,” she repeats while shaking her head slowly. “Dana saw the first fucking photo you sent me.”
Your eyes widen instantly before a laugh slips out despite yourself.
Cassie’s glare sharpens immediately the second she hears it.
“I’m serious,” she mutters while stepping further into the bedroom finally. “She saw enough to know exactly what it was.” Another laugh threatens to escape you but you bite it back this time after seeing the exhausted irritation still sitting beneath her expression. Cassie notices your effort anyway and narrows her eyes harder.
“Then Trinity overhears Dana making fun of me,” she continues while unbuttoning the cuffs of her scrub sleeves with rough impatient movements. “So now apparently the entire emergency department knows my girlfriend sends me tit pics during trauma rounds.”
You laugh again anyway at that point because the image of Dana teasing Cassie all shift is impossible not to find funny. Cassie lets out another exhausted breath while shaking her head slowly to herself.
“You think this is cute,” she mutters darkly. “Meanwhile I’m sitting in a supply closet half hard trying to answer patient charts like a normal person.”
The words immediately pull your attention lower. Your eyes drift instinctively toward the front of her slacks before you can stop yourself. Cassie notices right away. Of course she does. Her expression shifts subtly the second she catches you staring.
Suddenly the exhaustion in her face mixes with something heavier. Needier. The outline pressing against the front of her slacks is impossible to miss now that you’re actually looking for it, fabric stretched visibly tighter than it should be after the drive home.
The second your eyes linger there too long, Cassie exhales sharply through her nose again like she’s hanging onto patience by a thread.
“You have any idea what you fucking did to me tonight?” she asks quietly.
The softness in her voice somehow feels more dangerous than if she’d snapped at you instead.
You stay stretched across the bed for another second longer on purpose, pretending to think about the question while your fingers slowly trail over the lace sitting against your stomach. Cassie watches the movement so intensely it almost makes your pulse stutter.
She looks exhausted and overwhelmed and painfully worked up all at once standing there beneath the bedroom light while staring at you like she’s starving for something.
The silence drags out another few seconds before her tongue presses slowly against the inside of her cheek. Then she suddenly laughs once under her breath and shakes her head at herself like she can’t believe what she’s about to admit.
“I had to pull over at a red light on the drive home,” she says quietly.
Your breath catches instantly.
Cassie notices that too.
“I was so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight anymore,” she continues, voice rougher now while one hand settles against her hip. “I kept looking at those pictures you sent me and…” She exhales sharply before dragging a tired hand back through her hair again.
“I palmed myself through my slacks first. Tried to ignore it.” Your stomach twists warmly while you stare at her across the room. Cassie’s face burns slightly red beneath the bedroom light now, embarrassment mixing visibly with frustration while she avoids your eyes for half a second.
“Didn’t work,” she mutters. “So I ended up pulling my cock out in the fucking car like some pathetic asshole because I needed the pressure to stop.” The confession settles heavily into the room between you both.
You can practically picture it instantly — Cassie alone in the driver’s seat with one hand shoved inside her slacks while traffic lights glow red outside the windshield. Her breathing uneven.
Her cock flushed and leaking in her palm while she jerks herself off thinking about you waiting at home in black lace. The image alone sends heat rushing straight through your body.
Cassie finally looks back up at you after a second and immediately notices the effect her words have had on you.
“You like that?” she asks quietly.
You can’t even answer right away.
Because now all you can think about is Cassie gripping herself in the car while your photos glow against the dashboard beside her. The thought of her being that needy because of you makes your thighs press together instinctively beneath the blankets. Cassie’s eyes immediately drop to the movement.
Her jaw tightens again. “Yeah,” she murmurs softly after a few seconds, watching you carefully now. “That’s exactly the fucking problem.” Then she reaches down toward the waistband of her slacks with visibly thinning patience while keeping her eyes fixed entirely on you. “You gonna keep teasing me,” she asks quietly, voice rough around the edges now, “or are you gonna come help me?”
A soft giggle slips out of you before you can stop it, the sound quiet and breathy in the warm bedroom air while Cassie watches you from across the room like she’s hanging on by the last thread of her patience. The expression on her face only makes it harder not to tease her.
Exhaustion still clings to every inch of her body after the shift from hell she’s had, but underneath it there’s something far more dangerous now — this needy, frustrated desperation she keeps trying and failing to hide from you.
You hum softly instead of answering her question right away, dragging your teeth lightly across your bottom lip while your eyes stay fixed on hers. Cassie’s jaw tightens almost immediately at the sound. The room feels thick with tension now, heavy enough that you swear you can hear both your breathing between the silence stretching across the bedroom.
You know exactly what she wants. More importantly, you know exactly how badly she wants it after spending the entire day worked up over your photos.
The knowledge settles warmly into your stomach while you slowly shift beneath the blankets, deliberately taking your time because you can physically see how every second of waiting affects her. Cassie’s eyes track every tiny movement your body makes against the sheets.
Then you finally push yourself up onto your hands and knees.
The blankets slide slowly down your body as you move, exposing more soft skin inch by inch while Cassie visibly stills in the doorway watching you. You crawl toward the edge of the bed slowly enough that every movement feels intentional, lace brushing softly against your skin while your knees drag across the mattress beneath you.
Your back arches naturally as you move, pushing your ass upward slightly with each slow crawl forward until the black lace panties stretch tighter across your hips. The movement isn’t even fully conscious at first. It just happens because you know Cassie is watching.
Know her eyes are glued to the curve of your body right now while she stands there practically breathless from the sight of you moving toward her. The soft mattress dips beneath your weight every time you shift closer to the edge, and by the time you finally stop near the foot of the bed, your chest is rising slightly faster than before too.
You glance up through your lashes toward Cassie while staying on your knees, one hand smoothing slowly over the blankets beneath you. Her eyes immediately drag lower again the second your back arches further. The expression on her face makes heat rush instantly between your thighs.
Because Cassie looks absolutely ruined by the sight of you.
Her breathing has grown noticeably heavier now, chest rising slowly beneath the wrinkled scrub top still clinging to her body while her eyes stay locked onto your ass like she physically can’t look anywhere else. You watch the exact moment her mouth parts slightly. Watch her fingers flex uselessly at her sides like she’s resisting the urge to grab you already.
Something about that reaction alone makes another wave of confidence settle warmly through your body. You like doing this to her. Like knowing she’s spent the entire day frustrated and needy because of you.
Like watching all that attitude and composure slowly crack apart now that she’s finally alone with you instead of trapped beneath fluorescent hospital lights pretending to function normally.
Your heartbeat kicks harder in your chest while you shift your knees slightly wider apart on the mattress, back still deeply arched as your ass presses subtly higher into the air. Cassie actually lets out a strained breath at the movement. “Jesus fucking christ,” she mutters quietly under her breath while one hand drags tiredly down over her face again. But her eyes never leave you for even a second.
The power of that realisation settles heavily into your stomach.
You have her exactly where you want her right now.
The thought alone makes you smile softly to yourself while your fingers curl slowly against the edge of the mattress. Cassie’s standing there exhausted and visibly aching for you after touching herself in the car because she physically couldn’t handle another second without relief, and now she’s watching you crawl toward her in lingerie she spent all day imagining ripping off your body.
The entire situation feels almost unfair in your favour. You tilt your head slightly while staring up at her from the edge of the bed before finally crooking one finger toward her in a slow silent gesture. The movement feels small but intimate somehow. Like you’re specifically beckoning her closer to you instead of simply asking her to move. Cassie’s reaction is immediate.
Her eyes darken visibly while her tongue presses hard against the inside of her cheek again. For a second she doesn’t move at all, almost like she’s trying to process the sight in front of her properly before she completely loses whatever restraint she still has left. Then she finally takes one slow step closer toward the bed. The muscles in her thighs tense beneath her slacks as she moves.
Your stomach twists warmly at the sight of her obeying you so easily.
Especially because Cassie usually hates being the one giving in first.
But tonight she looks too needy to keep pretending otherwise. The second she reaches the edge of the mattress, you can see the outline pressing thick and heavy against the front of her slacks again, fabric stretched tighter than before from how hard she still is. Your eyes lower instinctively toward it while your pulse skips hard inside your chest. Cassie notices immediately.
“Don’t start,” she warns softly, though the weakness in her voice ruins any real authority behind the words. You almost giggle again at that. Instead you lean back slightly onto your heels while keeping your back arched, hands smoothing slowly up your thighs over the black lace. Cassie’s breathing visibly stutters the second your fingers disappear briefly beneath the hem of your panties before sliding back out again.
The warm bedroom light catches against her face beautifully from this angle, illuminating every exhausted detail — messy hair, flushed skin, dark eyes completely blown wide with want while she stares down at you like she’s starving.
Your own thoughts feel warm and hazy now too. Part of you can’t stop replaying her confession from earlier about touching herself in the car while thinking about your photos. The image alone keeps sending little flashes of heat through your body every few seconds.
And Cassie can tell exactly what you’re thinking too.
“You’re doing that thing again,” she murmurs quietly.
You blink up at her innocently. “What thing?”
“That look.” Cassie exhales shakily before stepping even closer until her knees brush lightly against the edge of the mattress. “The one where I can literally see you getting ideas.” The low roughness in her voice sends another pulse of warmth through you immediately.
You smile softly without answering while your fingers curl slowly around the edge of the bedspread again. Cassie’s eyes drag over your body one more time before finally settling on your face. The tension between you both feels almost unbearable now, thick enough that even the smallest movements suddenly feel intimate.
Your chest rises slowly with each breath while Cassie’s hands twitch faintly at her sides again like she’s struggling not to touch you before you let her. The thought makes you arch your back slightly deeper without even meaning to.
Cassie actually groans softly at the sight, head tipping back briefly toward the ceiling like she’s physically suffering through this. Then her eyes lock onto yours again, dark and exhausted and desperate all at once. “Baby,” she says quietly, voice rough enough to send heat straight through your stomach, “if you keep looking at me like that, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
You don’t answer her with words.
You just keep staring up at her for another quiet second while your heartbeat presses harder against your ribs, warmth pooling low in your stomach at the completely wrecked look on Cassie’s face. Then you slowly lean back onto your heels again, thighs spreading slightly wider against the mattress while your fingers slide carefully over the blankets toward her.
Cassie’s eyes immediately track the movement. Every inch of tension in her body visibly sharpens the second your hands finally leave the bed and settle lightly against the front of her slacks instead. The contact pulls a sharp breath straight from her chest. You feel the heat of her immediately through the fabric.
Thick and heavy beneath your palms, still hard enough that the outline strains visibly against the dark navy material while your fingers press slowly over her. Cassie’s head drops slightly forward as if the feeling physically knocks something loose inside her brain.
A low sound leaves her throat before she can stop it, somewhere between a groan and a shaky exhale, and hearing it makes heat flash straight between your thighs. Your own breathing grows uneven while you continue touching her slowly, palms smoothing over the tense shape beneath the fabric like you’re trying to memorise every inch of her through your hands alone.
“Fuck…” Cassie breathes quietly.
The word sounds wrecked already.
You can physically feel her twitch beneath your touch when your fingers curl slightly against her through the slacks, and the reaction alone nearly makes you dizzy with how much power it gives you over her. Cassie’s hands twitch faintly at her sides again before finally landing against the edge of the mattress beside your knees, fingers gripping tightly enough to wrinkle the sheets beneath them.
She looks down at you with flushed cheeks and parted lips while you stay kneeling between her legs exactly where she wants you most. The black lace digs softly into your skin every time you shift against the mattress, your chest rising slightly faster now while your hands continue palming her slowly through the fabric.
You can tell she’s sensitive already. Every tiny movement pulls another reaction from her immediately. Her thighs tense beneath your touch. Her breathing catches every few seconds. Even the smallest pressure against her cock makes her jaw tighten visibly while her eyes stay locked on your face like she’s terrified of missing a single expression.
The memory of her confessing she touched herself in the car flashes hotly through your head again, and suddenly you can’t stop imagining Cassie sitting alone at a red light with her hand wrapped around herself because she physically couldn’t handle wanting you anymore.
The thought makes your fingers press harder against her.
Cassie’s head drops back instantly with a rough groan.
“Baby,” she mutters warningly, voice strained now.
You only hum softly in response while your palms continue dragging slowly over the front of her slacks. The fabric feels warm beneath your hands from body heat and tension, and the more you touch her, the more obvious it becomes how worked up she still is. She’s absolutely aching beneath your palms.
Your eyes flick upward through your lashes toward her face again while your fingers deliberately press along the length of her cock through the fabric. Cassie physically jolts from it. Her hips twitch subtly forward before she catches herself, clearly embarrassed by how fast her body reacts to you touching her.
The reaction alone sends another rush of warmth flooding through your chest. You like seeing her like this far too much. Usually Cassie’s all attitude and sharp comments and smug little smirks whenever she gets needy, but tonight she just looks overwhelmed.
Exhausted enough that all the walls she normally keeps up around you are hanging by threads now. “You’re so hard,” you murmur softly without thinking. Cassie immediately lets out another breath through clenched teeth while one hand lifts briefly to cover her eyes. “No shit,” she mutters.
A small laugh slips out of you before your fingers hook slowly beneath the waistband of her slacks.
The movement alone makes Cassie freeze completely.
Her hand drops from her face instantly while her eyes lock onto yours again with sudden intensity. You can practically feel the anticipation radiating off her body now. The bedroom falls quiet except for the soft sound of uneven breathing between both of you while your fingertips tease just barely beneath the waistband without pulling anything down yet. Cassie’s pulse visibly jumps in her throat.
Her chest rises hard beneath the wrinkled scrub top while she watches your every movement like she’s trying not to completely fall apart before you even really start touching her properly.
The power of that realisation settles warmly through your body again. You’re fully aware now that you could probably make her come embarrassingly fast if you wanted to.
Especially after the shift she’s had. Especially after her pathetic little confession about touching herself in the car because she couldn’t wait another second to get home to you. The thought makes another smile tug lightly at your mouth. Cassie notices immediately and groans softly under her breath. “Don’t fucking smile like that,” she mutters weakly. “You look way too pleased with yourself right now.”
You are pleased with yourself.
And she knows it.
Your fingers finally slip lower beneath the waistband just enough to brush lightly against warm bare skin, and Cassie’s entire body visibly tightens from the contact. The sharp inhale she takes sounds almost shaky this time.
You can feel how warm she is already beneath your fingertips. Sensitive too. The memory of her touching herself in the car clearly hasn’t faded from her body at all because even this tiny amount of contact has her visibly struggling to keep herself together. Your own stomach twists tighter at the reaction.
You shift slightly closer on your knees without pulling your eyes from hers, lace brushing softly against your thighs while Cassie stares down at you with this exhausted desperate expression that almost makes you melt a little beneath all the teasing.
Almost. Because the other part of you wants to drag this out for as long as possible now that you finally have her exactly like this. Breathless. Frustrated.
Completely consumed by you. Your palm slides slowly over her again beneath the waistband, finally giving her a little more pressure after making her wait so long, and Cassie’s eyes close immediately with a strained groan. “Jesus christ,” she breathes quietly while her grip tightens hard against the sheets beside you.
Then her gaze drops heavily toward your chest again, lingering openly on the lace stretched over your tits before dragging back up toward your face. “You have no idea what seeing you like this is doing to me,” she says softly, voice rough enough to make heat flood straight through your body all over again.
Cassie swears she can physically feel herself getting harder from the way you’re looking at her alone.
The expression on your face is enough to completely ruin whatever composure she still has left. You’re kneeling in front of her on the bed in black lace with your hands beneath the waistband of her slacks, eyes dark and heavy while you stare at the outline straining beneath the fabric like you’re genuinely hungry for her. It hits Cassie all at once just how affected you are too.
Your breathing has gone softer and uneven. Your thighs keep pressing together subtly every few seconds against the mattress. Even the way you’re biting lightly at your bottom lip while palming her tells her exactly what she’s doing to you in return. The realisation sends another pulse straight through her cock hard enough to make her groan quietly beneath her breath.
“Fuck, baby…” she mutters weakly, fingers gripping harder against the edge of the mattress beside your knees. Her entire body feels too hot now. Too tight.
She’s exhausted from the shift, overstimulated from wanting you all day, and somehow still painfully hard enough that even the fabric brushing against her cock feels overwhelming. Then you finally answer her.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you murmur softly.
The words settle low and warm inside Cassie’s stomach instantly.
Especially because your voice sounds affected too.
Your fingers hook more firmly beneath the waistband of her slacks while your eyes stay locked on hers, and Cassie’s breath catches immediately when you start pulling the fabric downward inch by inch. The movement feels painfully slow. Torturously slow.
Her pulse pounds heavily in her throat while she watches you carefully drag both her slacks and boxers down over her hips at the same time. Cool air immediately hits flushed sensitive skin the second her cock springs free from the fabric, thick and already leaking enough that the tip glistens softly beneath the warm bedroom light. Cassie actually exhales shakily from the relief of finally being free from the restrictive pressure of her clothes.
Her cock throbs heavily against her stomach while you stare down at her in complete silence for a second too long. The look on your face almost fucking kills her.
Your lips part slightly while your eyes drag slowly over her cock with this openly hungry expression that makes heat shoot straight through Cassie’s entire body.
She physically watches you swallow. Then your teeth sink lightly into your bottom lip again, and Cassie notices the exact moment your mouth starts watering from the sight of her.
“Jesus christ,” she breathes softly.
Because you look just as gone as she feels.
Your eyes stay fixed on her cock while one of your hands settles lightly against her thigh for balance, fingers smoothing slowly over tense muscle beneath your touch. Cassie’s cock twitches visibly from the contact alone.
You can see the flush spreading warmly along the length of her. See the precum already gathering heavily at the swollen tip after everything she’s put herself through tonight. The sight makes warmth flood instantly between your thighs. Cassie notices immediately too. Of course she does.
She notices the way your breathing changes. Notices how your eyes linger on her cock like you physically can’t stop staring at it now that it’s finally free. Notices the soft shine gathering along your lower lip where you’ve been biting it too much.
“You’ve been thinking about this all day too, huh?” Cassie asks quietly, voice rough and strained while she watches your expression carefully. Your eyes flick upward toward hers through your lashes and the look alone almost makes her lose it.
“Maybe,” you answer softly before glancing back down again. Then your tongue slowly drags across your bottom lip. Cassie actually groans out loud this time.
“Fuck, don’t do that,” she mutters immediately.
You smile a little at her reaction.
But you don’t stop.
Instead your hand slides slowly higher against her thigh while your eyes continue roaming shamelessly over her cock. Cassie can practically feel how badly you want to touch her properly now. It’s obvious in every tiny movement your body makes.
The way you lean slightly closer without even realising it. The way your chest rises faster beneath the black lace still stretched tightly over your tits. The way your fingers twitch faintly against her skin like you’re trying not to grab her immediately.
And god, Cassie loves it. Loves seeing you just as worked up for her as she is for you. Especially after spending the entire day tortured by your photos while trapped at work.
“You drooling over me right now?” she asks softly after a second, exhausted amusement flickering briefly across her flushed face. The embarrassed little look you give her in response nearly makes her cock jump again. “Can you blame me?” you murmur quietly before finally wrapping your hand around her.
Cassie’s head drops back instantly.
The first real stroke nearly pulls a moan straight from her chest.
Your hand feels warm and soft around her cock while precum immediately smears slickly against your palm the second you start moving. Cassie’s thighs tense hard beneath your touch while one shaky breath after another leaves her mouth. She’s painfully sensitive now after everything.
The drive home. Touching herself in the car. Standing there watching you crawl across the bed looking like that. It all crashes together inside her body at once the second you finally touch her properly. “Fuck…” she groans quietly while her fingers tighten against the mattress again.
You stroke her slowly at first, just enough pressure to make her cock twitch heavily in your hand while your eyes stay fixed downward like you’re completely mesmerised by her. Cassie can literally see saliva gathering in your mouth now every time you stare too long. The sight alone nearly sends her over the edge.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” you whisper softly without thinking, thumb brushing slowly through the wetness gathered at her tip. Cassie’s entire body jolts from it.
“Yeah?” she breathes shakily, eyes dragging heavily over your face. You nod once before biting your lip again. “Pretty cock,” you murmur quietly while giving another slow stroke. “Been thinking about sucking it since the first photo I sent you.” And that? That almost fucking destroys her.
Cassie’s entire body feels like it’s balancing on the edge of something dangerous now. The second you tighten your hand around her again and start stroking her properly, she feels another wave of heat slam straight through her stomach hard enough to make her knees threaten to buckle.
Your hand moves slowly over her cock at first, spreading the thick precum already leaking from the tip down along her length until everything feels slick and warm against your palm. The sound alone nearly kills her. Wet little strokes filling the quiet bedroom while she stands over you still half dressed in wrinkled hospital scrubs looking completely ruined already.
Her cock twitches hard every time your grip slides back up toward the swollen tip, especially when your thumb drags through the slickness gathered there before smoothing it back down again. Then your free hand finally slips lower.
Cassie physically jolts when your fingers curl gently around her balls, playing with them softly while you continue stroking her at the same steady pace. A broken sound leaves her throat instantly. Not even words this time.
Just this low shaky moan that makes warmth twist harder between your own thighs. “Jesus… baby…” Cassie breathes weakly, head tipping back slightly while her eyes flutter half shut for a second. Her entire body feels hypersensitive now after spending all day wanting you.
And god, you’re just as affected as she is.
You can feel it every single time you shift against the mattress. The black lace panties clinging tightly between your thighs have become almost unbearably damp by now, fabric sticking directly against your pussy lips every time you move your knees apart slightly for better leverage.
You can physically feel your own wetness soaking into the lace while you stroke Cassie slower, watching her reactions with dark heavy eyes that only seem to make her more desperate. The friction between your thighs every time you move sends little pulses of heat through your stomach too, especially because
Cassie keeps looking down at you like she wants to devour you whole. You’re painfully aware of how exposed you must look kneeling there in black lace with one hand wrapped around her cock while your other palm cups her balls gently.
The sight of her standing over you flushed and breathing hard is enough to make saliva keep gathering heavily in your mouth every few seconds. Cassie notices everything. She notices how your thighs press together briefly between strokes.
Notices the way your breathing grows uneven whenever her cock twitches in your hand. Notices the lace sticking damply against your cunt every time your hips shift unconsciously against the mattress. The realisation alone makes another low sound leave her chest.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” she murmurs shakily while staring down between your thighs for half a second too long. Heat flashes instantly across your skin at the roughness in her voice.
Cassie can’t stop touching you now either.
One of her hands finally lifts shakily from the mattress before sliding slowly into your hair. Her fingers immediately tangle themselves into the soft strands near the back of your head while she exhales unevenly at the feeling of you kneeling beneath her. The touch isn’t rough. If anything it feels almost desperate.
Like she needs contact with you somewhere or she might actually lose her mind completely. Her thumb strokes lightly against your scalp while you continue pumping her cock steadily, precum now coating almost her entire length while your hand glides smoothly over her. Cassie’s hips twitch subtly forward every few seconds without permission.
Every time your grip tightens slightly or your fingers brush more firmly against her balls, another helpless sound slips from her mouth. “Oh my god…” she breathes at one point, voice cracking softly while her grip tightens in your hair. The sound alone sends warmth flooding straight through your body again.
You’ve heard Cassie moan before, but tonight feels different somehow. Rawer. More exhausted and needy than usual after everything she’s put herself through all day.
Every reaction feels completely genuine now because she’s too worked up to hide any of it properly anymore. “That feels so fucking good,” she whispers shakily while her eyes stay fixed downward watching your hand move over her cock.
Your own thoughts feel warm and hazy by this point too.
Especially because Cassie keeps looking at you like that.
Like you’re the only thing grounding her right now after the nightmare shift she’s had. Her fingers tighten slightly in your hair the second your thumb circles slowly over the swollen tip again, spreading more slickness down her cock while you watch another pulse visibly jump beneath flushed skin.
You can physically feel yourself clenching around nothing beneath the damp lace panties every time Cassie moans your name softly under her breath. The wet fabric drags embarrassingly against your sensitive pussy lips whenever you shift your knees again, and the sensation mixed with the sight of Cassie falling apart above you makes your stomach twist tighter and tighter.
You can’t stop imagining how she looked in the car earlier either. Alone and desperate enough to pull her cock out because she physically couldn’t stop thinking about you. The thought keeps replaying over and over inside your head while you stroke her.
Cassie must notice your expression change because suddenly her hand tightens harder in your hair before gently guiding your face upward. “What’re you thinking about?” she asks softly, breathing still uneven. Your eyes meet hers immediately.
“You touching yourself in the car,” you answer honestly before your grip slowly tightens around her again. Cassie actually moans at the words this time.
“Fuck… don’t,” she whispers weakly.
But she’s already thrusting subtly into your hand again anyway.
The movement pulls another rush of slick warmth between your thighs while your fingers continue working steadily over her cock. Cassie’s head tips forward now, forehead almost resting briefly against yours while she struggles through another shaky breath.
Her scrubs rustle softly every time her body jerks from your touch, messy dark hair falling further over her forehead while her hand stays buried deep in your hair like she can’t bear to let go of you now.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” she groans quietly after another particularly slow stroke that drags all the way down her length. You only smile softly against her skin before your thumb brushes slowly beneath the tip again.
Cassie’s knees nearly buckle this time. “Christ…” she breathes sharply while her grip tightens hard enough to send a pleasant sting across your scalp.
The reaction immediately goes straight to your cunt. You can feel more wetness soaking into the lace between your thighs now, panties practically sticking to your pussy every time you shift against the mattress. Cassie notices your thighs pressing together again and groans softly at the sight.
“Baby,” she mutters breathlessly while staring downward between your legs again. “You’re soaking through those fucking panties.” The words alone nearly make you whimper. Especially because of the way she says them.
Like she’s just as affected by your body as you are by hers. Then her hand slides deeper into your hair before tugging gently enough to tilt your face upward again, flushed exhausted eyes staring down into yours while your hand keeps stroking her through another helpless moan.
Cassie reaches her limit somewhere between one slow stroke and the next.
Maybe it’s the way your hand keeps gliding over her cock just slowly enough to drive her insane instead of actually giving her what she needs. Maybe it’s the sight of you kneeling there in black lace with wet lips and flushed cheeks while your panties cling damply between your thighs because of her.
Or maybe it’s simply the fact she’s spent the entire fucking day aching for you and she physically cannot handle another second of teasing without snapping.
Whatever it is, something finally breaks. The moment your thumb drags teasingly beneath her tip again, Cassie lets out this low frustrated groan before suddenly grabbing your wrist firmly.
The movement pulls another startled pulse through your stomach as she guides your hand away from her cock completely. “No,” she mutters breathlessly, dark eyes fixed entirely on you now. “I need to fucking see you.”
The rough desperation in her voice makes heat flash instantly across your skin. Before you can even respond properly, Cassie’s already bending down toward you, one hand still tangled tightly in your hair while the other cups your jaw hard enough to hold you still. Then her mouth crashes against yours.
The kiss immediately steals the air from your lungs.
Hot and messy and desperate in a way that makes your entire body react instantly beneath her. Cassie kisses like she’s starving for you after hours of holding herself back all day.
Her lips move hard against yours while her hand tightens gently at the back of your neck, pulling you closer against her the second you let out a soft sound into her mouth.
You respond immediately. Of course you do. The second Cassie kisses you like that, your hands fly upward instinctively toward her body, fingers bunching immediately into the wrinkled fabric of her scrub top.
The material feels warm beneath your palms from body heat and stress while your lips part beneath hers, allowing her tongue to slide against yours with another low groan that vibrates directly into your mouth. The sound alone makes your cunt clench hard beneath the soaked lace still sticking against your skin.
Cassie kisses you deeper the moment she feels your reaction, fingers tightening in your hair while exhaustion and want blur together in every rough movement she makes against you.
Your hands slide impatiently beneath the hem of her scrub top now, fingertips brushing warm skin beneath the fabric while your pulse hammers wildly against your ribs. “Take this off,” you breathe softly against her mouth. Cassie groans immediately at the words.
She pulls back just enough to drag the scrub top roughly over her head.
The movement is messy and impatient, dark hair getting briefly caught in the fabric before she finally yanks it free and tosses it carelessly somewhere across the room. The sight underneath almost makes you dizzy for a second.
Cassie’s wearing nothing but a simple thin t-shirt bra beneath it, black fabric stretched snugly across her chest while flushed skin glows warmly beneath the bedroom light after hours trapped beneath hospital scrubs. Her chain still rests against the center of her chest too, silver catching softly in the warm light while her breathing stays uneven from the kiss.
You stare openly for a second too long. Cassie notices immediately and exhales another shaky breath before leaning down to kiss you again, though this time your hands immediately slide upward against her body.
Your fingertips smooth slowly over the fabric of her bra before teasing lightly across one nipple through the material. Cassie physically jolts against you from the contact.
“Oh my god,” she mutters softly into your mouth while her hips twitch hard enough to brush against the edge of the mattress. The reaction sends warmth flooding through your stomach instantly. You tease her slowly through the fabric again, thumb circling deliberately over the sensitive peak while Cassie’s breathing starts falling apart all over again above you.
“Sensitive?” you murmur softly.
Cassie glares weakly at you through half-lidded eyes.
“Shut up.”
The embarrassment in her voice only makes you smile against her mouth before your fingers slide around behind her back to unclasp the bra. The hooks come undone with a soft snap beneath your fingertips and Cassie lets out another breath the second the tight fabric loosens around her chest.
You slowly slide the straps down over her shoulders while staring openly at her the entire time, warmth curling low in your stomach at the sight of flushed skin gradually being exposed inch by inch beneath the golden bedroom light.
Cassie watches your face carefully through all of it. Watches the way your eyes darken while the bra slips lower. Watches your lips part slightly the second her tits finally spill free from the fabric completely.
“Fuck,” you whisper softly before you can stop yourself. Cassie groans immediately at your reaction while her forehead drops briefly against yours. The bra joins her scrub top somewhere on the floor seconds later, tossed aside carelessly while your hands immediately slide up her body again.
Your palms cup her tits greedily now, thumbs brushing slowly over her nipples while Cassie shudders hard enough that another broken moan escapes her mouth. “Baby…” she breathes shakily while her fingers flex against your waist. The sound goes straight through you.
Then Cassie suddenly remembers how overdressed you still are compared to her.
Her eyes drag slowly downward over your body again before settling between your thighs where the black lace panties still cling visibly damp against your cunt. Another low sound leaves her chest instantly.
“Jesus christ,” she mutters quietly while staring openly now. You can physically see her restraint snapping all over again. The need in her face deepens immediately while one hand slides down your body toward your thigh.
At the same time, Cassie starts shoving the rest of her clothes off impatiently too. Her slacks are already halfway down her hips from earlier, so now she just hooks her thumbs into the waistband and aggressively wiggles them the rest of the way down her legs while standing between your knees.
The movement feels rushed and desperate and strangely hot after seeing how controlled she’d been trying to act all evening. Her boxers disappear with them seconds later before both pieces of clothing get kicked somewhere carelessly across the room without another thought. Then suddenly she’s completely naked in front of you apart from the silver chain still hanging against flushed skin.
The sight almost steals your breath. Cassie’s cock rests heavy against her stomach again already flushed and leaking from how worked up she still is, thighs tense beneath the warm bedroom light while her chest rises hard from uneven breathing.
Her hair is messy. Her lips swollen from kissing you. Her entire body still carrying traces of exhaustion from the hospital underneath all the want twisting through her now. And god, she’s beautiful.
Cassie notices the exact moment your eyes drag lower again.
“You gonna keep staring at me,” she asks breathlessly while stepping closer between your knees, “or are you finally gonna let me see how fucking wet I made you?”
You don’t answer Cassie right away.
You just stare up at her for another second while she stands naked between your knees looking completely wrecked, chest rising unevenly beneath the warm bedroom light while her cock twitches heavily against her stomach from the way you’ve been teasing her all night.
The silver chain resting against her chest catches softly in the light every time she breathes, and something about the contrast between that familiar necklace and the completely desperate look in her eyes makes another pulse of heat spread through your body. You can feel your panties practically soaked against your cunt by now.
The lace sticks embarrassingly against your pussy lips every time you shift even slightly on the mattress, but instead of immediately giving Cassie what she wants, you smile sweetly at her first. Then you slowly move backward across the bed. Cassie’s eyes narrow instantly the second she realises you’re teasing her again.
You lay back against the pillows with deliberate slowness, hair spreading softly across the sheets while you settle comfortably onto your back beneath her stare.
Your thighs part gradually against the mattress afterward, black lace stretching tighter between them as your knees fall open just enough to give Cassie a better view. The sound she makes at the sight is low and wrecked immediately.
“Baby,” she warns softly.
But you only hum innocently in response.
Your hands move slowly over your own body while Cassie watches from the edge of the bed like she’s physically struggling not to pounce on you already. Fingertips trail lazily up your thighs first, smoothing over warm skin inch by inch while the black lace panties cling visibly damp between your legs.
You can actually feel how wet you are now every time your thighs shift apart slightly wider beneath your own touch. Cassie notices too. Of course she does. Her eyes stay locked shamelessly between your legs while her jaw clenches visibly harder every few seconds.
Your fingers continue gliding higher over your thighs until one hand finally brushes teasingly over your clothed cunt. The tiny amount of pressure alone pulls a soft breath from your chest because your clit already feels sensitive from how long you’ve been worked up. Cassie’s entire body visibly tenses at the sight.
“Oh my fucking god,” she mutters weakly while staring down at your hand between your legs. You deliberately brush your fingertips over your clit again through the damp lace, letting your head tip back slightly against the pillows while another soft sound leaves your mouth. Cassie physically groans.
“You’re evil,” she breathes quietly, dark eyes practically burning into you now. You only smile sweetly at her again before circling your fingers slowly against yourself one more time.
That’s apparently Cassie’s breaking point.
Because suddenly she’s climbing onto the bed toward you.
The mattress dips heavily beneath her weight while she moves between your spread thighs with quick impatient movements, dark hair falling messily across her forehead while she stares down at you like she’s finally had enough of your bullshit.
The second her hands reach yours, she smacks them firmly away from your body before pinning your wrists briefly against the sheets above your head. The movement sends another rush of heat through your stomach immediately. Cassie’s breathing sounds rough now.
Exhausted and needy and just slightly irritated beneath all the want still twisting through her body. “You’re being an actual fucking menace tonight,” she mutters breathlessly while hovering above you. The glare she gives you would almost feel intimidating if her cock wasn’t visibly twitching hard against your thigh right now from how affected she is.
You laugh softly beneath her while your pulse hammers wildly against your ribs. Cassie’s eyes darken instantly at the sound. Then she finally lowers herself properly over you and kisses you again before you can tease her any further.
The kiss feels slower this time. Deeper. Less frantic desperation and more hunger now that she finally has you laid out beneath her exactly how she wants.
And then she starts undressing you properly.
Slowly.
Painfully slowly.
Cassie’s mouth drags away from yours first, trailing hot kisses down the side of your neck while her hands glide carefully over your body like she’s trying to memorise every inch of skin beneath her palms. Her fingers hook beneath one of the black lace straps still clinging to your shoulder before slowly dragging it downward inch by inch.
The movement reveals warm skin gradually beneath the lace and Cassie immediately kisses every exposed part of you she uncovers. Soft open mouthed kisses at first.
Then little bites. Gentle enough to make your stomach twist but firm enough that you can feel them afterward. “So fucking pretty,” she murmurs quietly against your skin while her lips drag lower over your shoulder.
The praise immediately sends warmth flooding through your chest. Her hands continue exploring your body restlessly while she slowly peels the lingerie off you piece by piece.
Every newly exposed inch of skin gets worshipped instantly beneath her mouth. Cassie licks softly over the marks she leaves behind too, groaning quietly whenever your body arches beneath her touch.
“Been thinking about your tits all fucking day,” she mutters against your chest while finally pulling the lace bra down lower. Her mouth immediately follows the movement, lips brushing over soft skin before her tongue flicks teasingly against one nipple. You gasp sharply beneath her.
Cassie groans softly at the sound.
The vibration against your skin nearly makes your thighs close around her instinctively.
Her hands smooth lower over your stomach afterward while she keeps kissing and licking every part of your body she uncovers from the lace. The whole thing feels unbearably intimate despite how filthy the words falling from her mouth are becoming now.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you touching yourself in this,” she whispers roughly while dragging the lace panties lower over your hips. “Thinking about how fucking wet you probably were sending me those pictures.”
Heat flashes instantly across your entire body at the words. Cassie notices the reaction immediately and smiles softly against your skin before biting gently at your hip hard enough to pull another breathless sound from your mouth.
Her fingers spread wider against your thighs while she drags the panties lower inch by inch. At the same time, your own hand slips downward between your bodies again. Cassie notices immediately but doesn’t stop you this time. Especially not when your forefinger and thumb finally wrap lightly around the flushed swollen tip of her cock. The reaction is instant.
Cassie’s entire body jolts above you while a low broken moan leaves her chest. “Christ…” she breathes shakily while her forehead drops briefly against your stomach.
Your fingers squeeze gently around the tip again, collecting the thick precum already gathered there before slowly smearing it around with your thumb. Cassie actually whimpers this time.
“Baby,” she groans weakly while her hips twitch forward into your touch.
But you only smile sweetly beneath her and tighten your fingers again.
After tightening your fingers around the swollen tip of Cassie’s cock again, you slowly tug her closer toward you by it.
The reaction is immediate.
Cassie’s entire body jerks forward over you with a rough groan spilling straight from her chest while her hands instinctively brace harder against the mattress on either side of your waist.
Your thumb smears slowly through the thick precum gathered at her tip while you guide her closer inch by inch, and the sight of her completely losing composure from something so simple sends another rush of heat through your body.
Her cock twitches heavily between your fingers as you pull her down toward your cunt. The warm flushed tip brushes softly against the inside of your thigh first before you deliberately guide it higher. Cassie’s breathing grows visibly uneven the second she realises what you’re doing.
“Oh my fucking god,” she breathes weakly while staring down between your bodies. Your thighs part wider beneath her automatically while your fingers keep gently directing her cock exactly where you want it.
Then the swollen tip finally brushes against your pussy through the slick wetness already coating your skin. Both of you groan at the contact immediately.
The feeling sends a sharp pulse straight through your stomach because your cunt already feels so sensitive and soaked from everything leading up to this. Cassie physically shudders above you while her forehead nearly drops against your chest.
“Jesus christ, baby…” she whispers shakily.
The warm wet tip drags teasingly through your folds once more while your hand keeps tugging her closer. Cassie’s cock glides slickly against your pussy from how wet you already are, the sensation pulling breathless sounds from both of you every time she shifts accidentally against you.
Cassie’s hips twitch forward instinctively like her body wants to bury herself inside you immediately, but she forces herself to stop before actually pushing in. Instead she groans softly and adjusts herself over you with visibly shaky movements, one hand reaching down between your bodies to steady her cock while she shifts onto her knees properly between your spread legs.
The movement gives her a better angle over you, thighs spreading wider while her chain swings softly against flushed skin from how heavily she’s breathing now. Her cock rests hot and heavy against your cunt while she positions herself carefully, and the friction alone nearly makes your back arch from the mattress.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Cassie mutters under her breath while staring down between your legs almost hungrily. You can physically feel more slickness gathering between your thighs from the way she’s looking at you. Then, before you can guide her inside properly yourself, Cassie suddenly grabs your wrist gently and moves your hand away from her cock.
“I wanna do something first,” she murmurs roughly.
The second she wraps her own hand around herself again, you immediately notice the thick slickness coating her cock from your touch and her precum.
Cassie notices too. Her eyes darken instantly while she slowly strokes herself once over your body, gathering more precum over her palm before dragging the flushed tip directly against your clit.
The contact alone nearly makes you jolt upward off the bed. “Cassie—” you gasp sharply, but she only groans softly at your reaction before deliberately rubbing more slickness over your clit with the tip of her cock.
The feeling is filthy and overwhelming all at once. Warm. Wet. Sensitive enough that your thighs twitch around her immediately. Cassie’s breathing turns rougher the longer she watches your face twist from the sensation.
“Look at you,” she mutters quietly while slowly circling the tip against your clit again. “So fucking sensitive already.” Then suddenly she pulls her cock back just enough before slapping it firmly against your clit.
The sharp wet contact pulls a broken sound straight from your throat while your hips jerk hard against the mattress. Cassie actually moans at the sight of your reaction.
“Yeah?” she breathes shakily. “That feel good?” Before you can even answer properly, she’s already moving lower between your thighs instead.
Cassie settles onto her knees between your legs with this completely hungry look in her eyes now.
The sight alone almost makes your stomach twist.
Her hair falls messily across her forehead while she spreads your thighs wider apart with both hands, fingers digging firmly into soft flesh as she positions herself exactly where she wants you.
You can still feel the slick warmth of her precum smeared across your clit and folds while Cassie stares openly at your cunt like she’s genuinely obsessed with the sight of it.
“Fuck…” she breathes softly under her breath. “Been thinking about this all day.” The words barely leave her mouth before she finally leans down and drags her tongue slowly through your folds. The first lick nearly knocks the breath from your lungs entirely.
Cassie groans immediately at the taste of you against her mouth while her hands tighten harder around your thighs. Her tongue moves slowly at first, deliberately spreading the mixture of your slick and her precum deeper against your pussy while she eats you out like she’s trying to make up for every second she spent away from you today.
The sounds alone are enough to make your entire body feel overheated. Wet messy noises filling the room every time her tongue drags through your folds or circles your clit slowly before dipping lower again. Cassie’s moans vibrate directly against your cunt every few seconds too, and the feeling almost makes your thighs close instinctively around her head.
But Cassie immediately stops you.
“Don’t,” she mutters roughly against your pussy before tightening her grip harder around your thighs.
Her fingers physically force your legs wider apart again.
The possessiveness of the movement sends another pulse of heat through your stomach immediately. Cassie keeps your thighs spread firmly open for her while she buries herself deeper between them, tongue pushing slowly into your pussy now while her thumbs press bruisingly into the soft flesh of your thighs to hold you exactly where she wants you.
The sensation is overwhelming. Her tongue feels warm and wet and impossibly filthy while she works her precum deeper inside you with every slow thrust. You can feel your body reacting more and more uncontrollably beneath her with each passing second.
Your back arches hard off the mattress while soft moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth every time Cassie’s tongue curls just right inside you. She notices every reaction instantly too. Every twitch of your thighs. Every broken breath. Every desperate little movement of your hips against her mouth.
“That’s it,” Cassie murmurs roughly against your cunt before licking higher again. “Pretty fucking girl.” The praise immediately goes straight through you. Your fingers bury into the sheets while your entire body feels tighter and hotter by the second.
Cassie’s tongue circles your clit again before sucking gently, and suddenly your legs jerk hard in her grip. “Oh my god—” you gasp sharply while your head falls back against the pillows.
Cassie groans loudly against you at the sound.
Then she eats you out even harder.
Her tongue fucks into your pussy faster now while her nose presses perfectly against your clit every time she buries herself deeper between your thighs. The wet sounds become absolutely obscene.
You can barely think anymore beyond the feeling of her mouth everywhere. Your hips keep trying to grind desperately against her face while Cassie holds your thighs wide open through all of it, completely refusing to let you pull away even when the pleasure starts becoming almost too much.
“Cassie— fuck—” you whimper breathlessly while your hands finally tangle tightly into her messy dark hair. Cassie moans directly against your cunt again, the vibration pulling another helpless sound from your chest instantly. “Cum for me,” she mutters roughly before sucking hard against your clit again.
That’s what finally does it. Your entire body tightens violently beneath her while pleasure crashes through you all at once. Your thighs shake hard in Cassie’s grip while your back arches completely off the mattress with a broken cry spilling from your mouth.
Cassie keeps eating you through it too. Slow filthy licks dragging through your cunt while you cum against her tongue hard enough that your whole body trembles beneath her hands. “That’s it,” she groans softly against your soaked pussy while your legs twitch helplessly around her. “Good fucking girl.”
Your entire body still trembles lightly from the orgasm when you finally tug Cassie upward by the chain around her neck.
The silver catches softly beneath the bedroom light as it tightens slightly between your fingers, pulling a low surprised sound from Cassie while she lifts her head from between your thighs. Her lips and chin glisten with the mess she’s made of you, dark hair completely ruined now from your fingers twisting tightly through it while she ate you out like she was starving.
The sight alone nearly makes another pulse of heat twist through your stomach despite how sensitive your body already feels. Cassie’s eyes immediately lock onto yours the second you pull her closer, pupils blown wide and dark with want while her chest still rises heavily from breathing against your cunt moments earlier. You don’t even think before kissing her.
Your hand tightens around the chain again while your other palm cups her jaw, dragging her mouth hard against yours because suddenly you need to taste her. Need to taste yourself on her tongue after the way she just made you come apart beneath her.
Cassie groans immediately into your mouth the second your lips meet, one hand sliding instinctively against your waist while her tongue pushes hot and messy against yours. The taste instantly makes your cunt clench again.
Warm and filthy and completely addictive. You kiss her deeper without hesitation, moaning softly into her mouth when you realise you can taste both yourself and the precum she worked into your pussy all over her tongue.
Cassie practically melts against you from the way you kiss her.
Her body settles heavier between your thighs while her chain presses cool against your fingers, and the movement drags her cock directly through the slick wetness still coating your cunt. The contact pulls a sharp whimper straight from your throat before you can stop it.
Cassie groans immediately at the sound while her hips shift instinctively downward again, cock sliding hot and heavy through your folds without actually pushing inside you yet. The friction feels almost unbearable after how sensitive your body already is. Every tiny movement sends another pulse through your stomach.
Cassie clearly notices too because she deliberately grinds slowly against you once more while kissing you harder, her cock catching directly against your clit for one perfect second before dragging lower through your soaked pussy again.
“Fuck…” you breathe shakily against her mouth while your thighs twitch around her waist. Cassie groans softly in response, the sound rough and wrecked from hearing how affected you still are.
Then suddenly she pulls away from your lips before you can kiss her deeper again. The loss immediately makes another needy sound slip from your throat. Cassie only smirks weakly against your jaw before leaning lower.
The first sharp nip against your skin makes you gasp.
Cassie’s mouth latches directly against your jaw while one hand slides into your hair to tilt your head back properly for her. The movement exposes your throat completely beneath the warm bedroom light, and the second Cassie notices the vulnerable stretch of skin she lets out this soft pleased hum against you. Then her teeth sink into your neck harder.
“Cassie—” you whimper immediately while your fingers tighten harder around the chain still hanging from her throat. She only groans quietly at the sound before soothing her tongue over the mark she’s leaving behind.
The sensation sends another shiver through your body. Cassie starts kissing lower along your throat afterward, alternating soft licks with little bites that keep pulling breathless sounds from your mouth every few seconds. You can physically feel marks forming beneath her lips already.
Warm sensitive spots blooming along your skin while Cassie leaves evidence of herself everywhere she touches. “This is payback,” she murmurs roughly against your throat before biting gently near your pulse. “For those fucking pictures.”
The words send heat flashing instantly across your body again. Especially because her cock keeps brushing against your cunt every time she shifts above you.
“You ruined my entire shift,” Cassie continues quietly before sucking another mark against your neck hard enough to make your back arch from the mattress.
“Had me hard all fucking day because you couldn’t stop teasing me.” The rough frustration still lingering in her voice only makes your cunt ache more for her.
And god, Cassie clearly knows exactly how affected you are.
The second another needy sound slips from your mouth, she groans softly and finally moves lower down your body again. Her mouth drags over the tops of your tits first, kissing slowly over soft skin while her hands spread greedily across your waist and stomach beneath her. You can still feel the lingering warmth of her mouth between your thighs while she worships your body higher up now instead.
The sensation almost feels too good after everything. Cassie’s lips finally close around one nipple and your entire body jolts instantly. “Oh my god—” you gasp while your fingers tangle immediately back into her hair.
Cassie moans directly against your chest at the reaction, tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive peak while her hand cups your other breast possessively.
The wet warmth of her mouth mixed with the scrape of her teeth nearly melts your brain completely. She pays attention to both of your tits like she’s making up for lost time too.
Every nipple gets sucked and licked until your breathing turns completely uneven beneath her. Cassie groans every time your body reacts harder for her, clearly addicted to every little sound you make.
“Been thinking about these all fucking day,” she mutters against your chest before sucking another nipple into her mouth harder. The praise and dirty little confessions mixed together make your stomach twist helplessly.
Her hands knead softly at your tits while her mouth worships every inch of skin she can reach, leaving wet kisses and faint bite marks across your chest in between moans.
But eventually it becomes too much.
Not because you want her to stop.
Because you physically need more now.
Cassie’s cock keeps brushing hot and heavy through your folds every time she shifts over you, and after the orgasm she just pulled from your body alongside all the teasing leading up to this, your cunt aches desperately for something fuller. Something deeper. Your hands tighten sharply in her hair again while another frustrated whimper slips from your mouth.
Cassie immediately glances upward from your chest, lips swollen and wet while her tongue flicks teasingly over one nipple again before she pulls back slightly. “What?” she asks softly, though the knowing look in her eyes makes it obvious she already understands.
You whine quietly beneath her instead of answering right away, hips trying to lift instinctively against the hard length dragging through your pussy. Cassie groans at the movement while one hand settles firmly against your hip to hold you still.
“Use your words,” she murmurs roughly before biting lightly at your breast again. That finally breaks whatever patience you still have left. “Need you to fuck me already,” you complain breathlessly while your thighs tighten helplessly around her waist. Cassie’s entire expression darkens instantly.
Especially when you add softly, “Need it raw.” The words hit her like a physical blow. Her cock visibly twitches against your cunt while a low broken groan leaves her chest immediately. “Jesus fucking christ,” Cassie breathes shakily while dropping her forehead briefly against your chest like she’s trying not to completely lose her mind all over again.
Cassie stares down at you for a long second after you whisper it.
Need it raw.
The words hit her like a punch straight to the chest. Her cock jerks heavily against your soaked cunt while another rough groan spills from her throat, low and wrecked enough that it sends heat flashing all the way through your body.
She looks completely ruined already. Hair messy against her forehead, lips swollen from kissing you, chest rising unevenly while she kneels between your spread thighs trying desperately not to lose control too early. You can physically feel how badly she’s struggling through the way her hands grip your hips almost painfully hard.
“Fuck, baby…” she mutters breathlessly while wrapping one hand around her cock again. The flushed tip nudges against your entrance slowly, gathering slick before she finally starts pushing inside you inch by inch.
The stretch instantly punches a broken moan out of your chest. Cassie’s cock feels thick and hot and so fucking hard after everything leading up to this, slowly forcing your pussy open around her while your back arches sharply from the mattress.
Every inch sinks deeper with wet dragging pressure until she finally bottoms out fully inside you. Then Cassie actually stops breathing for a second.
“Christ…” she chokes softly.
Because your cunt feels fucking unreal around her.
Warm and soaked and tight enough that her cock throbs violently the second you fully take her. Cassie physically has to freeze above you before she cums straight away. Her forehead drops heavily against yours while rough breaths spill from her mouth directly onto your lips, hips trembling hard from how tightly your pussy grips her.
You can feel her cock twitching inside you already, leaking warmth deeper while she tries to gather herself together enough to move properly. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard,” she groans weakly while her fingers dig into your hips.
The sound of her voice alone almost makes your cunt clench again. You shift beneath her instinctively, walls fluttering softly around her cock from the stretch and fullness, and Cassie immediately lets out this filthy broken moan that sounds punched straight from her lungs.
“Fuck— don’t do that,” she whispers hoarsely while her eyes squeeze shut briefly. But she’s already losing it. You can feel it in the way her thighs shake against yours. In the uneven way her hips twitch desperately like her body already wants to fuck deeper into you. The tension hanging between both your bodies feels unbearable now.
Then Cassie finally starts moving.
The first thrust drags almost completely out before she slowly pushes back into you again, and the wet sound it pulls from your cunt instantly makes both of you groan. Your mouth falls open immediately from the feeling of her stretching you all over again, cock dragging so perfectly against your walls that your thighs shake around her waist.
Cassie watches your reaction like she’s obsessed with it. Watches the way your face twists. Watches your lips part around soft moans every time she sinks deep enough to make your stomach tighten. “That’s it,” she breathes roughly while pulling out slower this time.
“Take my cock.” The praise mixed with the filthy drag of her thrusts sends another pulse of heat straight through your body. Cassie’s rhythm starts getting rougher fast too. Every thrust pushes deeper than the last until the bed begins softly creaking beneath both of you.
Wet sounds fill the room every single time her hips snap back into yours. Your pussy feels so soaked around her now that she slides perfectly every time she fucks into you, thick cock dragging slickly against your walls while your body keeps clenching harder the more desperate you become.
“Such a fucking pretty pussy,” Cassie groans while staring downward between your bodies. “Look at the way you’re swallowing me.”
The words make your cunt tighten instantly around her.
Cassie curses loudly the second it happens.
“Fuck— there,” she gasps while her hips stutter hard against yours. “Baby, you can’t keep doing that.” But she immediately starts fucking you harder anyway.
One hand hooks beneath your thigh and pushes your leg higher against her waist while the other braces beside your head, giving her a deeper angle that suddenly has her cock bullying perfectly against that spot inside you. The thrust punches a sharp cry straight from your throat.
Cassie groans loudly at the sound while her rhythm immediately turns rougher and more desperate. Now every snap of her hips forces another filthy wet sound from between your legs. The headboard taps softly against the wall behind you while Cassie fucks into you with messy needy thrusts that make your entire body shake beneath her.
Your nails drag hard down her shoulders while broken moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth every time her cock pushes deep enough to make your stomach twist tighter.
“You feel so fucking good,” Cassie groans breathlessly while sweat starts gathering along her chest. “Could stay buried inside this pussy forever.” The dirtiness of her voice mixed with the exhaustion still clinging to her makes everything feel hotter somehow. More desperate. More real.
Then her hand suddenly wraps around your throat.
The pressure is light at first. Just her palm sliding slowly upward while she keeps fucking into you hard enough to rock your whole body against the mattress. But the second her fingers tighten gently around your throat, your cunt clenches violently around her cock. Cassie actually moans at the feeling.
A deep wrecked sound that immediately goes straight through your stomach. “There it is,” she groans roughly while her grip tightens slightly more. “Knew you’d fucking like that.”
Your thighs twitch hard around her waist while pleasure flashes hot through your entire body every time she squeezes your throat during another thrust. The combination nearly melts your brain. Her cock keeps dragging perfectly against your walls while your body reacts uncontrollably beneath her now.
Every little choke makes your cunt pulse tighter around her. Every gasp from your mouth makes Cassie’s hips lose rhythm for half a second because she’s so fucking close already. “Pretty thing,” she mutters while staring down at your fucked-out expression.
“Look at you choking on nothing while I split this pussy open.” The filthy praise nearly makes you whimper. Cassie notices instantly and groans louder while her cock twitches hard inside you again. “Can feel you clenching every time I touch your throat,” she breathes shakily. “You’re trying to fucking milk me.”
And honestly?
Maybe you are.
Because you can physically feel how close she is now.
Her thrusts have become messy and uneven, hips snapping hard against yours with desperate little stutters every few seconds while rough groans keep spilling from her mouth uncontrollably. Cassie’s entire body shakes above you now.
Sweat glistens along flushed skin beneath the bedroom light while her chain swings wildly against her chest from how hard she’s breathing.
“Baby…” she groans weakly while her forehead drops against yours again. “I’m not gonna last. Fuck, I’m serious.” The confession sounds almost embarrassed beneath all the desperation. You can feel her trying so hard to hold herself together while your cunt keeps gripping tighter around her cock every time she thrusts deep.
“Don’t care,” you breathe softly while sliding your fingers into her damp hair again. Cassie’s eyes immediately lock onto yours. “Need you to cum for me.” The words visibly wreck her further. Her cock throbs violently inside you while another broken groan tears from her chest.
“You sure?” she asks weakly through another hard thrust. You nod instantly beneath her while your thighs tighten harder around her waist. “Been teasing you all fucking day,” you whisper breathlessly. “Wanna feel you make a mess inside me.”
Cassie nearly fucking snaps at that. Her hand tightens around your throat while her hips slam hard into yours again, cock dragging deep enough to pull another cry from your mouth. “Fuck,” she groans desperately while her rhythm completely falls apart now. “You say shit like that and expect me not to fucking lose it?”
Cassie barely even gets the sentence out before she breaks.
The last word dissolves into a wrecked groan while her entire body suddenly tenses hard above you. Her hand tightens instinctively around your throat as her hips stutter violently against yours, cock jerking deep inside your cunt while the first hot pulse spills straight into you.
The feeling instantly punches a sharp moan from your chest. Cassie curses loudly the second she starts cumming, forehead dropping heavily against yours while another thick pulse fills you almost immediately afterward.
“Fuck— fuck, baby—” she gasps helplessly, voice completely ruined now. Her thrusts turn messy and uneven as she rides through it, hips still snapping weakly against yours while her cock keeps twitching hard inside your soaked pussy.
You can physically feel every pulse of her orgasm deep in your stomach. Warm. Wet. Intimate enough that it nearly makes your cunt clench around her all over again.
Cassie’s entire body shakes above you while she cums embarrassingly hard after spending all day worked up and desperate for you. The sight alone almost makes your head spin.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Mouth hanging open with broken sounds spilling uncontrollably from her throat every few seconds. Completely fucked out from finally getting what she’s wanted since the moment your first photo lit up her phone screen at work.
“Christ… holy fuck…” Cassie groans weakly.
Her chain swings softly against her chest while another pulse spills inside you.
The sensation makes your thighs tighten instinctively around her waist while your hands immediately slide upward to cup her face. Cassie’s cheeks feel warm beneath your palms, skin flushed deeply while she struggles through shaky breaths above you.
She looks absolutely destroyed. Hair sticking slightly damply against her forehead now while her lips stay parted around soft breathless moans that keep escaping no matter how hard she tries to hold them back.
Your cunt keeps fluttering tightly around her cock every time another pulse fills you, and Cassie visibly loses it further every single time she feels you squeeze around her like that.
“Baby…” she whispers brokenly while finally opening her eyes again just enough to look down at you. The expression in them nearly melts your chest.
Exhausted. Overwhelmed. So fucking soft beneath all the rough desperate energy from earlier. You don’t even think before pulling her down into another kiss.
Your fingers curl gently against her jaw while your mouth crashes against hers hard enough to cut off the next moan falling from her throat. Cassie immediately kisses you back just as desperately. Her entire body practically collapsing against yours now while she continues spilling deep inside you through the kiss.
The sounds she makes against your mouth are filthy.
Low wrecked groans vibrating directly against your lips every time her cock twitches inside your cunt again. Cassie kisses like she’s still trying to chase the orgasm even while it’s already destroying her. Messy and needy and completely overwhelmed beneath your hands while your tongues slide together through shaky breaths.
You can taste yourself faintly on her mouth still from earlier too, mixed now with the soft broken sounds she keeps making every time your cunt clenches around the warmth she’s filling you with.
Her hand finally slips away from your throat before sliding shakily down your side instead, fingers dragging weakly over your skin while her body continues trembling above you.
“Fuck…” she breathes into your mouth while her hips give another helpless twitch against yours. The movement pushes her cock deeper inside you again, forcing another pulse of cum into your already soaked cunt. Both of you moan into the kiss at the feeling.
Cassie practically melts afterward. Her forehead presses heavily against yours while rough breaths spill across your lips between softer slower kisses now. You can physically feel how sensitive she’s becoming too. Every little squeeze of your cunt around her makes her whole body tense again.
“Still cumming,” she mutters weakly, almost disbelieving beneath another shaky breath. The confession sends warmth flooding straight through your chest.
You smile softly against her mouth before kissing her again.
Slower this time.
Your fingers slide gently through her messy hair while Cassie stays buried completely inside you, cock still throbbing faintly every few seconds while warmth slowly leaks deeper into your pussy. The intimacy of it nearly feels overwhelming after how filthy and rough everything had gotten moments earlier.
Cassie kisses you with this exhausted softness now that she’s finally let go completely. Every little movement feels heavier. Slower. Like her body physically can’t hold itself up properly anymore after cumming that hard. “You really didn’t care?” she asks quietly after a minute, voice still rough and breathless while she brushes her nose softly against yours.
The vulnerability in the question makes your stomach twist instantly. Your hands cradle her face a little more carefully while your thumb strokes lightly across her flushed cheekbone. “No,” you whisper honestly. “Thought it was hot.”
Cassie groans quietly at that and immediately hides her face against your neck. The movement makes you laugh softly beneath her because suddenly this cocky sharp mouthed woman who spent the whole night talking filthy to you is now blushing against your skin because she came too fast after being teased all day.
“You’re never sending me pictures at work again,” she mutters weakly against your throat.
You smile immediately. “That’s a lie.”
Cassie lifts her head just enough to glare at you tiredly, though the effect is ruined by how completely fucked out she still looks. Her lips are swollen. Her cheeks flushed pink. Hair a complete mess while her cock remains buried warmly inside you despite how sensitive she clearly is now.
“You’re evil,” she mumbles quietly. You only grin wider before your cunt squeezes around her again intentionally. Cassie instantly chokes on another moan and drops her forehead hard against your shoulder. “See?” you whisper sweetly while dragging your nails lightly through the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Liar.” Cassie groans weakly beneath you while her hips twitch helplessly from the feeling of your cunt still clenching around her oversensitive cock. “Baby, I swear to god,” she mutters breathlessly. “If you keep doing that, I’m actually gonna pass out on top of you.” But she still makes absolutely no attempt to pull out of you either.
A long stretch of silence settles between both of you afterward, broken only by the sound of uneven breathing and the occasional soft kiss Cassie presses lazily against your throat while she recovers. Her full weight stays draped over your body for a while, cock still buried warm and sensitive inside your cunt while your fingers continue playing absentmindedly through her messy dark hair.
The room smells like sweat and sex now, warm skin and slick sheets beneath tangled limbs while the bedside lamp casts soft golden light across Cassie’s flushed shoulders and back. Every few seconds your cunt gives another tiny squeeze around her and Cassie immediately groans weakly against your skin in response.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she mutters tiredly at one point, voice muffled against your neck while her fingers trace lazy circles against your waist. You only smile softly beneath her because she sounds completely fucked out now.
Exhausted in the prettiest way possible after finally letting go the way she needed to all night. Eventually though, Cassie finally lifts her head enough to look down between your bodies with a quiet groan.
“Sensitive,” she warns softly before slowly pulling her hips backward. The moment her cock starts sliding out of you, both of you moan quietly from the sensation. Warmth immediately follows after her, thick cum slowly leaking out of your pussy the second she fully pulls free.
Cassie notices it instantly.
Her eyes lock directly between your thighs while another low sound leaves her chest at the sight of her cum slowly slipping out onto the sheets beneath you. “Fuck…” she breathes quietly, clearly affected all over again despite how oversensitive she still is.
The sight alone sends warmth curling straight through your stomach too. Especially because Cassie’s expression changes immediately. Her eyes darken while she watches the mess she made between your legs with this tired hungry look that makes your cunt ache all over again. You could stop there. Probably should stop there. Cassie already looks exhausted enough to collapse.
But then another idea settles into your head instead. Slowly, your fingers slide downward between your thighs while Cassie watches curiously from above you. The second your fingertips gather some of the cum leaking from your pussy before pressing it gently back inside yourself, Cassie physically stills.
Her lips part immediately while her eyes follow every tiny movement your hand makes between your legs. “Baby…” she says weakly, almost sounding disbelieving now.
You only hum softly while your fingers continue slowly pushing her cum back into your cunt, slickness coating your fingertips while some still drips messily back down your thighs anyway. The filthy intimacy of it instantly sends another pulse of heat through both of you. Cassie groans softly the longer she watches.
Then you smile sweetly at her again.
“Lie down,” you murmur softly.
Cassie blinks once like her brain short circuits for a second.
“What?”
You tilt your head slightly while still lazily playing with the slickness between your thighs. “On your back,” you repeat gently. “C’mon.” Something in your expression immediately makes Cassie obey without another question.
Maybe it’s the confidence in your voice. Maybe it’s the fact she’s still completely wrecked from cumming inside you moments earlier. Whatever it is, she slowly shifts backward across the mattress before laying flat on her back beneath you, chest still rising unevenly while her cock rests flushed and sensitive against her stomach.
Her chain glints softly beneath the bedroom light while she stares up at you with cautious curiosity now. You can practically see her trying to figure out what you’re about to do.
The second she settles properly against the pillows, you pull your fingers slowly back out from your pussy again. Fresh slick immediately follows after them.
Cassie’s eyes visibly darken when another thin stream of cum slips slowly down between your thighs afterward. “Fuck…” she mutters under her breath while watching it drip lower.
You move before she can say anything else. Slowly climbing over her body until you’re straddling her stomach instead, knees planted on either side of her waist while her hands instinctively settle against your thighs.
The position alone makes Cassie groan quietly.
Because from where she’s laying beneath you, she can see everything.
Your soaked cunt hovering directly above her stomach while traces of her cum continue slowly dripping from you. The sight has her cock twitching weakly against her stomach again despite how sensitive she still is.
You notice immediately and smile to yourself. Then another drop finally lands against Cassie’s lower stomach. Both of you stare at it for one second too long. Thick and white against flushed skin beneath the warm bedroom light. Cassie lets out another low groan at the sight while her fingers tighten subtly against your thighs.
You slowly gather it back up with your fingertips afterward, dragging your fingers through the mess coating her skin while maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. Cassie watches every movement like she’s hypnotised now. Especially when you finally bring your slick fingers upward between your thighs again.
The second you start rubbing your clit with the mixture of your wetness and her cum, Cassie actually moans beneath you. “Holy shit…” she breathes softly while her head falls back slightly against the pillows. Your own body reacts instantly too.
Your clit already feels sensitive from earlier, and the slickness coating your fingers makes every little circle drag perfectly over it. You can physically feel how wet your cunt still is while your thighs spread wider over Cassie’s stomach.
Then you slowly slide two fingers inside yourself.
They slip in easily.
Too easily after everything Cassie just did to you.
The sensation immediately pulls a soft moan from your mouth while your head tips back slightly, fingers curling deeper inside your soaked cunt as you start fucking yourself slowly above her. Cassie’s hands grip your thighs harder the second she realises what you’re doing.
“Baby…” she groans weakly while staring directly between your legs now. Your cunt clenches instantly around your fingers while more slick drips messily down onto Cassie’s stomach beneath you. The entire sight feels filthy.
You spread out above her with her cum dripping from your pussy while you finger yourself using it to rub your clit at the same time. Cassie looks completely mesmerised by it. Completely consumed. “That’s it,” she breathes softly while watching your fingers disappear inside you again and again.
“Fuck yourself for me.” The encouragement sends another pulse of pleasure straight through your body. Your hips start moving faster above her stomach while your fingers thrust deeper inside your cunt, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot that already feels overstimulated from earlier.
Cassie watches the entire thing with dark blown pupils and parted lips while your moans grow softer and more desperate above her. “Such a fucking pretty girl,” she mutters weakly beneath you. “Making yourself cum on top of me.”
And honestly?
That’s exactly what happens.
Your orgasm hits hard and fast after everything.
One moment you’re rocking desperately against your own fingers while Cassie stares up at you completely obsessed with the sight, and the next your entire body tightens sharply above her. A breathless moan falls from your lips while your thighs shake around Cassie’s waist.
Your fingers keep fucking into your cunt through it while your clit pulses hard beneath the slick circles of your other hand, pleasure crashing violently through your stomach all over again. Cassie groans loudly beneath you the second your orgasm finally breaks fully across your face.
“Fuck, there she is,” she whispers wreckedly while your body trembles above her. Your cunt clenches hard around your fingers while another mess of slick drips down onto Cassie’s stomach beneath you during the orgasm.
The sight alone nearly destroys her all over again. Especially because you’re still straddling her while shaking through your release, flushed skin glowing beneath the bedroom light while soft broken moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth. Cassie’s hands slide slowly higher along your thighs afterward, holding you carefully against her while you come down trembling on top of her body.
Your breathing stays uneven for a while after the orgasm finally fades, body still trembling faintly while you remain straddled over Cassie’s stomach beneath the warm bedroom light. The room feels soft and overheated now, sheets tangled beneath both your bodies while the only sounds left are quiet breaths and the occasional sleepy little groan Cassie keeps making every time she looks at you.
Her hands still rest heavily against your thighs, thumbs stroking lazy circles against your skin while she stares upward with completely blown pupils and flushed cheeks. You can tell she’s exhausted now. Not just physically either.
Emotionally wrung out after the shift, the teasing, finally getting home to you and losing her mind the second you touched her. Something about seeing her like this makes your chest ache warmly. Your fingers slowly slip back out from between your thighs afterward, slick and messy while traces of her cum still coat your skin.
Cassie’s eyes immediately follow the movement without even trying to hide it. The look on her face makes another small smile tug at your mouth. Then, without saying anything, you slowly bring your fingers toward her lips.
Cassie understands instantly.
A low groan leaves her throat while her eyes flutter half shut for a second.
“Jesus…” she mutters weakly before finally parting her lips for you.
The moment your fingers brush against her tongue, Cassie moans softly beneath you. The sound vibrates warmly against your fingertips while she slowly sucks them into her mouth, eyes locked lazily on yours the entire time. There’s nothing rushed about it now. No frantic desperation left after everything from earlier.
Just this slow sleepy intimacy settling between both of you while Cassie cleans your fingers carefully. Her tongue drags softly over your skin while she tastes every trace of slick and cum still coating them, groaning quietly every few seconds like she still can’t get enough of you even now.
The sight nearly makes your stomach twist all over again. Especially because Cassie looks so soft doing it. Hair messy against the pillows. Lips swollen. Eyes heavy with exhaustion while she sucks your fingers clean like it’s the easiest most natural thing in the world. “Still taste so fucking good,” she murmurs quietly after finally letting your fingers slip back out of her mouth with one last lazy suck.
Heat immediately flashes through your chest at the rough tiredness in her voice. You smile shyly despite yourself. Cassie notices instantly and groans softly. “Don’t look at me like that,” she mutters weakly while one arm slides around your waist.
Then she pulls you downward against her.
The movement feels gentle compared to everything earlier.
You let yourself collapse willingly into her side while Cassie shifts slightly beneath you to make room, arms wrapping securely around your body the second your chest presses against hers. Her skin still feels warm and slightly damp beneath your cheek while you settle comfortably against her.
One of your legs slides automatically between hers while Cassie tangles your bodies together without even thinking about it. The intimacy of it makes your chest ache softly all over again. Your face buries instinctively into the curve of her neck afterward, breathing in the lingering scent of sweat, hospital soap, and the faint metallic trace of her chain resting cool against your skin.
Cassie immediately sighs quietly above you the second you settle there properly. One hand slides slowly through your hair while the other rests low against your waist beneath the blankets. Neither of you says anything for a while after that. The silence feels comfortable now instead of tense.
Warm. Heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction while both your bodies slowly come down from everything. Cassie’s heartbeat thumps steadily beneath your cheek while her breathing gradually evens out beneath you.
Every so often her fingers still twitch slightly against your skin whenever your thighs brush together beneath the blankets. The room feels peaceful in a way it hadn’t all evening.
Eventually though, you can’t help it.
You tilt your head upward slightly against her neck, lips brushing softly against warm skin while Cassie glances sleepily down at you. Her eyes immediately soften further the second she sees your expression. “What?” she murmurs quietly while brushing messy hair away from your forehead.
You bite back a smile for a second before finally asking, “Dana really saw?”
Cassie immediately groans loudly beneath you. The reaction alone makes you burst into giggles almost instantly. “Baby,” she complains weakly while dropping her head back against the pillows. “Don’t start.”
But you’re already laughing properly now, shoulders shaking softly against her chest while Cassie’s face burns red all over again at the memory. “She really saw the lingerie?” you ask between giggles.
Cassie drags one hand over her face tiredly while glaring weakly down at you. “Enough of it,” she mutters. “Enough to make my entire fucking day miserable.” That only makes you laugh harder. Cassie tries to stay annoyed for another few seconds before eventually her mouth twitches upward too despite herself.
“It wasn’t funny,” she insists tiredly while rubbing lazy circles against your waist again. “Dana would not stop looking at me every time my phone buzzed after that.”
Your laughter softens into smaller giggles against her throat while warmth spreads comfortably through your chest.
“You’re so dramatic,” you murmur teasingly.
Cassie immediately scoffs.
“She literally asked me if black lace was appropriate attire for trauma rounds.”
That fully breaks you again.
You laugh so hard this time that Cassie finally starts laughing too beneath you, though hers sounds quieter and more exhausted while she buries her face briefly against your hair. “I hate both of you,” she mutters weakly, but there’s no actual irritation left in her voice anymore.
Only sleepy embarrassment and lingering affection while her fingers continue playing absentmindedly through your hair. Your laughter eventually settles back into softer giggles before fading completely while you stay curled against her side.
Cassie presses one final lazy kiss against your forehead afterward, arms tightening slightly around your body beneath the blankets. “Still worth it though,” she murmurs quietly after a minute. You tilt your head up curiously. Cassie only smirks faintly down at you despite how tired she looks now. “The pictures,” she says softly. “Absolutely fucking worth it.”
"You like that one?" Cassie asked a few days ago, sat on the seat of your dressing room. She looked up at you with those wanting eyes, letting them wander over the lingerie tracing every curve of your body. Soft pink and lacy, your favorite.
"It's pretty," you nodded, still looking at yourself in the mirror in awe, "pretty expensive." The joke made her huff out a laugh before she stood up and rested a hand on your waist as she came up behind you."
"Nothing's more expensive than that smile of yours, baby," she smiled herself, "c'mon, let's go pay for it."
Now, after her 14 hour shift, you couldn't think of anything better than treating her to you by showering and making sure you both felt and looked good, spraying that perfume she always compliments, and slipping on the lacy fabric whose pink complimented your skin perfectly. You felt like an angel laid out on the bed for her with a candle lit across the room.
When she got home and called out your name, only to be met with silence, your heart raced despite yourself. Footsteps approached and the door creaked open before Cassie's head peaked in. Her expression was raw and genuine, her lips parting and eyebrows raising in unadulterated awe.
"Oh, my girl," she shakily sighs, running a hand through her dark, messy hair, "my pretty, pretty girl. All this for me?"
Stepping into the room and over to the bed, her hands find your plush thighs as she settles between them eagerly. Thumbing over the thin, lacy fabric, she draws her lower lip between her teeth.
"All for you," you nod in agreement, letting her spread your thighs with ease, "you had such a long shift. I wanted to make you feel better, and I haven't worn this for you yet, so..."
"I know, baby, I'm so sorry work ran late." She reaches up to cup your cheek, kissing your lips lovingly, "I almost don't wanna take this off. You're like a work of art, you know that?" Her kisses trail down your neck before landing on your chest above the fabric. "Might just take you like this."
Whining at the idea, she lifts her head to look up at you with that soft, knowing grin. The cold of her chain meets your skin from where it dangles around her neck, sending a shiver up your spine. Nodding back, she hums.
"I'll take care of you, honey. You did your part, I'll do mine." The promise is followed by her sitting up and reaching for the strap in the drawer next to your bed. Securing the harness around her hips, she wets her lips and ties her hair back up with the hair tie around her wrist. Then, in the final part of her routine, she wets it with the lubricant and strokes over the strap in preparation, distributing the slickness amongst herself.
"You ready for me?" She asks, looking down at you with a teasing lilt in her voice. With a heavy gaze, she creeps closer and nudges your entrance with the tip of her strap.
Head rolling back against the pillow, you nod back and push your hips up to meet hers as much as you can. Laughing at your eagerness, she continues to push in to the hilt. Bottoming out, she reaches down to press her thumb against your clit and circle incessantly. With every thrust she gives and moan it elicits from you, she lets out her own soft breaths and grunts. All you can find in you to focus on is her bangs sticking to her forehead and her baggy shirt hanging over her chest.
Tugging at the hem, Cassie chuckles again and murmurs, "words, baby. Tell me what you want or I can't give it to you."
Nudging at your g-spot with every thrust, you struggle to whine out, "shirt—Off, please. Cas, please."
Sitting up, she gives in and slips off her dark, baggy shirt to reveal soft, pale skin and her chest covered by her black sports bra. When you immediately reach up to feel at the newly exposed skin, she lets the shirt fall as she picks up her pace back to what it was before. Hard, fast, and desperate.
"Shh, shh, shh..." She shushes you gently, her dominance soft yet effective, "I've got you. I'm nowhere near done with you, alright? Can't have you getting too loud before we even start."
Taking the cold metal of her silver chain between your teeth to ground yourself and silence your wanton moans, Cassie groans at the sight and thumbs at your clit faster like she herself was getting close and needed to take you down with her.
"You sure know how to keep me young, don't you?" She laughs, taking your wrists in her grasp and securing them around either side of your head, "how am I ever gonna keep up?"
a/n — i wholeheartedly believe in soft dom butch cassie supremacy... thank u for the req! first time writing her at all lol, i hope it's okay :) will not be the last tho. that's mamaaaa.
✦ ﹙ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ﹚after a brutal hospital shift, cassie comes home exhausted, needy, and completely worked up after spending all day distracted by the teasing photos you kept sending her. one kiss turns into a messy night of black lace, dirty confessions, and cassie completely falling apart beneath you. 18k
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Cassie’s shift starts spiralling before noon even hits. The emergency department is already loud by ten thirty in the morning, monitors beeping nonstop somewhere down the hall while stretchers squeak across polished floors and nurses call out medication orders over each other.
Fluorescent lights burn harshly overhead, making the exhaustion behind Cassie’s eyes feel sharper every passing hour. She barely has enough time to shove a pair of gloves on before another patient gets wheeled through the trauma bay doors.
An older man can’t breathe properly after collapsing in a grocery store aisle. A teenager comes in crying with her wrist bent at an angle that makes Cassie’s stomach twist. Somebody else is vomiting into a plastic bag while demanding to know why nobody has seen them yet.
The entire department smells like antiseptic wipes, stale coffee, sweat, and something metallic underneath it all that never fully leaves the air. Cassie keeps moving anyway, jaw tight while she rushes between rooms with her clipboard pressed against her chest.
Her silver chain sticks damply against the back of her neck beneath her scrub top while she pushes sweaty hair away from her forehead for what feels like the hundredth time today.
Around midday, she’s standing beside Dana at the nurses station reviewing bloodwork results when her phone suddenly buzzes against the metal countertop beside her. The vibration rattles loudly through the space between them.
Cassie barely glances down at first because she assumes it’s another annoying work notification or Trinity spamming the group chat again. Then she sees your name flash across the screen. Her eyes catch the image preview beneath it and she physically stops processing whatever Dana is saying mid sentence.
You’re sprawled across the bed wearing that black lingerie set she loves most, lace stretched tightly over your tits while the thin straps barely hold anything in place properly. Even through the tiny preview, she can tell you’ve arched your back on purpose for the picture.
Cassie’s tongue presses slowly against the inside of her cheek while heat crawls instantly up the back of her neck. The emergency department noise dulls around her for a second. Dana keeps talking beside her but Cassie doesn’t hear a word because all she can focus on is the soft swell of your chest against black lace.
Then Dana notices she’s gone silent and glances down too. There’s half a second where Dana sees enough skin and lace to immediately understand what’s on the screen before Cassie grabs the phone so fast she nearly knocks over somebody’s coffee beside the computer.
“Seriously?” Dana asks flatly.
Cassie locks the screen instantly and shoves the phone deep into her scrub pocket while her face burns hot beneath the fluorescent lights overhead. “Shut the fuck up,” she mutters under her breath, trying to sound irritated instead of mortified.
Dana only raises an eyebrow harder while flipping casually through another chart beside her like this is the funniest thing she’s seen all week. “Black lace during a shift is nasty work,” she comments without even looking at her this time. Cassie glares at the side of her head so hard it almost hurts.
Her cock gives an embarrassing twitch beneath her slacks at the memory of the photo alone and she immediately shifts her weight slightly behind the nurses station counter. The silver chain around her neck feels suddenly too warm against her skin.
Dana notices the movement instantly and lets out a short laugh beneath her breath. “You look stressed,” she adds innocently. Cassie snatches another patient file off the counter harder than necessary while trying desperately not to think about the image again.
The problem is that she can still picture it perfectly anyway. By the time she reaches trauma two again, your body is burned into the back of her mind so badly she can barely focus on anything else.
The texts keep coming after that. Every time Cassie’s phone buzzes inside her scrub pocket, her stomach tightens automatically before she even checks who it is. She’s washing blood from her hands outside one of the trauma rooms when another message lights up her screen.
waiting for you at home :(
Cassie stares at the text while water runs over her fingers in the sink. Her jaw clenches immediately because she already knows you’re doing this intentionally now. The rest of the afternoon becomes absolute torture.
She’s trying to insert an IV while wondering what you’re wearing underneath the oversized hoodie you stole from her last week. She’s taking patient vitals while imagining her hands pushing those lingerie straps off your shoulders.
She catches herself checking her phone during charting, during rounds, during the thirty seconds she gets alone in the supply closet to breathe. At one point she finally gives in and opens another picture while hidden between shelves of gauze and saline bags.
You’re sitting on the bathroom counter this time with one thigh crossed slowly over the other while your fingers hook teasingly beneath the lace waistband of your panties.
Cassie’s breathing immediately turns uneven. Her cock thickens hard beneath her slacks while she leans back against the storage shelves with one hand dragging tiredly over her face.
Then another text appears underneath the image almost instantly. thinking about your mouth :(
Cassie lets out a low groan before locking the screen again and tipping her head briefly against the wall behind her.
By late evening, exhaustion settles into her bones so heavily it almost makes her feel sick. Her shoulders ache from tension while her patience wears thinner with every passing hour.
Dana keeps glancing at her phone every time it buzzes now with that irritating little smirk that makes Cassie want to throw something at her head. Trinity overhears enough of one conversation to immediately start making things worse too.
“Damn,” Trinity mutters while passing the nurses station, “whatever she sent you must be good because you’ve been acting insane all day.”
Cassie flips her off without even looking up from the chart she’s aggressively pretending to focus on. The truth is she can barely think straight anymore.
Every image you send sits heavy in her mind for hours afterward. Every little teasing caption makes her cock twitch painfully beneath her slacks while she’s trapped under fluorescent lights helping patients and trying to function normally.
By the end of the shift she’s so worked up she physically has to adjust herself while walking down an empty hallway because the pressure against the fabric becomes unbearable. Her chain rests cold against her pulse while she exhales slowly through clenched teeth. She wants to go home so badly it almost hurts.
When her shift finally ends, Cassie pushes through the ambulance bay doors into the cold evening air outside the hospital and immediately feels the exhaustion hit harder. Rainwater still glistens across the pavement from earlier storms while Pittsburgh’s skyline blurs softly beneath fading sunset light in the distance.
She loosens the collar of her scrub top slightly as she walks toward her car, her chain catching briefly against the fabric before slipping back against her chest again.
The second she slides into the driver’s seat, she lets out a long breath and tips her head back against the leather. Silence finally settles around her for the first time all day. Then her phone buzzes again.
Cassie closes her eyes for one irritated second because she already knows it’s you before she even checks. Another picture loads onto the screen. You’re standing in front of the bedroom mirror now wearing one of her hoodies open over the lingerie set, your thighs bare beneath it while your hand rests teasingly against your chest.
miss you, cass <3
Her cock hardens immediately beneath her slacks. “You’re such a fucking brat,” she mutters quietly to herself while staring down at the screen glowing inside the dark car. The problem is that she loves this side of you. Loves knowing you’re sitting at home fully aware of exactly what these photos are doing to her.
The drive home only makes everything worse. Red brake lights smear across the windshield while Cassie sits gripping the steering wheel hard enough for her knuckles to pale. Her slacks feel painfully tight now, cock half hard and aching every time she stops at another intersection.
Every red light gives her another excuse to glance down at the photos again. Every glance makes her breathing heavier. Her chain shifts against her throat every time she swallows.
Then, only ten minutes from home, her phone buzzes one final time from the passenger seat. Cassie grabs it immediately without thinking. hurry home. want your attention :(
Her stomach twists painfully at the text alone before another image loads underneath it. You’re stretched back against the pillows now with the hoodie gone completely, black lace hugging your chest while your fingers disappear teasingly beneath the waistband of your panties. Warm bedside lighting spills softly across your skin while your thighs spread slightly for the camera.
Cassie actually swears out loud this time. Her cock throbs hard beneath her slacks while she shoves her hand down briefly to adjust herself against the restrictive fabric. “Fuck,” she breathes sharply, pulse hammering violently beneath the silver chain resting against her throat.
She can already picture walking through the apartment door. Picture you looking up at her innocently despite knowing exactly what you’ve done to her all fucking day. The second the traffic light turns green, Cassie presses harder on the accelerator and drives home faster than she should.
The closer Cassie gets to home, the quieter her phone becomes. No more teasing notifications lighting up the passenger seat beside her. No more photos. No more smug little captions designed specifically to ruin her concentration.
At first she keeps glancing toward the screen every few minutes anyway, half expecting another message to appear at the next red light, but nothing comes through. The silence somehow affects her worse than the teasing does. Because now she knows exactly what it means. You’re waiting for her.
Probably laid across the bed still wearing that black lace set with your legs kicked lazily beneath the blankets while you wait for the sound of her keys in the front door. The image settles so heavily into Cassie’s mind that her grip tightens around the steering wheel hard enough to ache.
Her slacks feel unbearable now, restrictive fabric pressing tightly against the hard outline between her thighs while traffic crawls painfully slow around her. Every little movement against the seat sends another pulse of pressure through her body.
She exhales shakily through her nose while one hand drops briefly from the steering wheel just to adjust herself again. The second her palm presses against her cock through the fabric, Cassie’s head tips back slightly against the seat with a low strained breath.
“Fuck…” she mutters under her breath, fingers flexing instinctively over herself before she forces her hand away again.
It doesn’t help. If anything it makes the pressure worse. Her cock throbs heavily beneath the fabric of her slacks while her mind keeps replaying every single photo you sent her throughout the shift. The black lace stretched over your chest. Your fingers hooked beneath your panties.
The way you’d written want your attention :( like you hadn’t spent the entire day driving her fucking insane on purpose. Another red light stops traffic ahead and Cassie lets out a frustrated groan while drumming her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel.
Her hips shift against the seat again searching uselessly for relief. The ache between her legs has become impossible to ignore now, warm and heavy and demanding in a way that makes it hard to think properly.
She glances around the dark street automatically even though she already knows nobody’s paying attention to the inside of her car. Rainwater reflects city lights across the windows while distant headlights blur past outside.
Cassie swallows hard before sliding her hand down again. This time she presses her palm more firmly over herself, biting down sharply on the inside of her cheek the second pressure drags against her cock.
Her eyes close briefly. The friction feels pathetic compared to what she actually wants, but it still pulls a low shaky breath from her chest anyway.
“Jesus christ,” she mutters softly to herself.
Her hand lingers there longer this time. Fingers spread over the growing damp patch beneath her slacks while another frustrated pulse of need twists low in her stomach. Cassie knows she should stop. Knows this is fucking ridiculous.
She’s parked at a red light half hard in her car because you sent her a few photos while she was at work. The thought should embarrass her more than it does. Instead it only makes her cock twitch harder beneath her hand.
Another car passes slowly beside her and Cassie immediately pulls her hand away again, heart kicking sharply before she realises they can’t actually see anything through the dark tinted windows.
The light still hasn’t changed. Her breathing grows heavier inside the silence of the car while she stares out at the rain streaking across the windshield. Then, before she can really think herself out of it, Cassie unbuttons her slacks just enough to shove her hand inside. The relief hits instantly.
A strained sound leaves her throat the second her fingers finally wrap around bare skin instead of rough fabric. Her cock is flushed and aching in her palm, leaking enough that her grip slides slightly the moment she strokes herself once.
Cassie’s forehead drops briefly against the steering wheel while she exhales hard through parted lips. “Fuck, baby…” she breathes quietly, voice rougher now.
She only means to touch herself for a second. Just enough to ease some of the pressure building painfully between her legs before she gets home. But the second her hand starts moving properly, Cassie realises how far gone she actually is.
Her hips jerk subtly upward into her grip without permission while another breath catches sharply in her chest. The warm interior of the car suddenly feels suffocating around her. Every drag of her hand over her cock pulls another image of you straight back into her head. Your tits spilling from black lace.
Your thighs spreading for the camera. The teasing little smile you always wear when you know exactly what you’re doing to her. Cassie pumps herself slowly at first, trying desperately to stay controlled despite how sensitive she already feels.
Her cock pulses heavily against her palm while she bites down hard against another moan threatening to escape. It feels wrong. So fucking wrong. Sitting alone in her car somewhere between the hospital and home jerking herself off because she can’t stop thinking about you waiting in bed for her.
But the shame only mixes horribly with the need twisting inside her stomach. The thought of you sitting patiently at home while she touches herself to your photos makes heat flood straight through her body. Cassie’s hand tightens instinctively around herself while her head falls back against the seat again.
Then her phone lights up suddenly beside her from a random work notification and the sharp flash of brightness jolts her back to reality immediately. Cassie curses under her breath and quickly pulls her hand away from herself, chest heaving slightly while she fixes her slacks with clumsy irritated movements.
Her cock aches painfully from the sudden loss of contact. The traffic light ahead finally shifts green at the exact same moment and the cars around her begin moving again. Cassie grips the steering wheel tightly with both hands this time, forcing herself to focus on the road despite how badly her body still throbs for release.
Her skin feels too warm. Her slacks sit uncomfortably against the lingering sensitivity between her thighs. She can still feel the slick warmth of precum against her palm even after wiping her hand roughly against the inside of her scrub jacket. By the time she turns onto your street a few minutes later, Cassie’s pulse is hammering so violently she swears she can feel it everywhere.
The lights inside the apartment glow softly through the windows upstairs. She stares at them for one long second after parking the car. Then she grabs her keys and practically shoves herself out into the cold night air before she completely loses whatever control she still has left.
You hear Cassie before you see her. The sound reaches you faintly through the bedroom window first — a car door slamming somewhere outside the apartment building hard enough to echo through the quiet street below.
Your eyes immediately flick toward the bedroom door even though you’re still stretched comfortably across the bed, phone resting loosely against your stomach while warm golden light from the bedside lamp spills softly across the sheets.
The black lace lingerie is still clinging to your body exactly the way it had been all evening, the straps sitting perfectly against your skin after hours of carefully teasing Cassie with photos she was never supposed to survive seeing during a twelve hour hospital shift.
You’ve been waiting for her for almost half an hour now, anticipation sitting low and warm in your stomach every time headlights pass outside the apartment windows. Then you hear the familiar metallic jingle of keys outside the front door.
Not calm either. Frustrated. Clumsy. Like Cassie’s trying to unlock the apartment while half distracted by something else entirely. There’s another loud shuffle followed by a muffled “fuck’s sake” from the hallway before the lock finally clicks open sharply.
The front door slams shut almost immediately afterward with enough force to make you smile to yourself against the pillows because you already know exactly what kind of mood she’s in.
Cassie doesn’t call out for you when she gets home tonight. Usually she does. Usually there’s a tired “baby?” from somewhere near the kitchen while she kicks off her shoes or drops her keys into the bowl beside the door.
Tonight the apartment stays completely silent except for the heavy sound of her footsteps moving through the hallway toward the bedroom. You can practically hear the exhaustion in them. Slow but impatient somehow at the same time.
The closer she gets, the harder your heartbeat starts kicking against your ribs in anticipation. You shift slightly against the mattress, thighs brushing together beneath the blankets while your fingers toy absentmindedly with the edge of the lace bra still hugging your chest.
Then Cassie finally appears in the doorway. The second she sees you, she stops moving entirely. Her body physically stills right there beneath the soft light spilling from the bedroom while her eyes drag slowly over you from head to toe.
She looks exhausted in the prettiest way possible. Her dark hair is messy from repeatedly dragging her hands through it all day, strands curling damply around her forehead after twelve straight hours beneath fluorescent hospital lights.
Her scrub top is slightly wrinkled and untucked at one side while the sleeves sit pushed halfway up her forearms like she stopped caring how she looked hours ago. Tension still clings visibly to her body even now, shoulders tight beneath tired muscles while she stares at you like she’s trying desperately not to completely lose control the second she walks into the room.
And god, the look on her face nearly does something dangerous to you.
Because Cassie looks wrecked already.
Not angry exactly. Not even irritated anymore despite how much she clearly wants to pretend she is. She just looks overwhelmed by you. Her eyes lock onto the black lace stretched tightly across your chest almost immediately, and you actually watch the moment her throat moves when she swallows hard.
The room stays silent for several long seconds while she stands there staring at you across the bed, breathing slightly heavier than she should be after simply walking upstairs. Your gaze drifts slowly over her body in return. The dark navy slacks hugging her hips still sit low enough for you to notice how tense her thighs look beneath the fabric.
Her hospital ID badge hangs crookedly from one pocket after clearly being shoved there carelessly at the end of her shift. Even from across the room you can see exhaustion sitting behind her eyes, but underneath it there’s something far warmer and far more dangerous now that she’s finally home with you instead of trapped at work all day.
“Hi,” you say softly into the silence. Cassie lets out a sharp breath through her nose like the sound of your voice alone physically affects her. Then she drops her bag heavily beside the bedroom door without ever taking her eyes off your body. “You’re an asshole,” she mutters finally, voice rough and low from exhaustion.
You can’t help smiling a little at that.
“You liked the photos,” you answer sweetly.
Cassie actually laughs once beneath her breath, but there’s absolutely nothing light in the sound. It comes out strained and exhausted while she reaches up to drag one tired hand slowly across her face. The movement pulls her scrub top slightly tighter across her shoulders for a second before she exhales heavily again.
“Liked them?” she repeats flatly. “I spent twelve hours trying not to lose my fucking mind because of you.” The words send warmth curling lower in your stomach immediately. Especially because she sounds genuinely frustrated by it.
Cassie’s eyes lower toward your chest again before she can stop herself, and this time you deliberately shift slightly against the pillows just to watch her reaction. The lace bra strains tighter instantly. Her jaw visibly clenches.
You notice the exact moment her eyes darken while taking in the soft curve of your tits threatening to spill over the tops of the cups every time you breathe.
She catches herself staring after a few seconds and drags her gaze upward again, but by then the damage is already done. You can practically feel the tension thickening in the room between you both now.
“You look tense,” you murmur softly while tilting your head against the pillows. Cassie scoffs immediately at the understatement of the century. “Tense,” she repeats while shaking her head slowly. “Dana saw the first fucking photo you sent me.”
Your eyes widen instantly before a laugh slips out despite yourself.
Cassie’s glare sharpens immediately the second she hears it.
“I’m serious,” she mutters while stepping further into the bedroom finally. “She saw enough to know exactly what it was.” Another laugh threatens to escape you but you bite it back this time after seeing the exhausted irritation still sitting beneath her expression. Cassie notices your effort anyway and narrows her eyes harder.
“Then Trinity overhears Dana making fun of me,” she continues while unbuttoning the cuffs of her scrub sleeves with rough impatient movements. “So now apparently the entire emergency department knows my girlfriend sends me tit pics during trauma rounds.”
You laugh again anyway at that point because the image of Dana teasing Cassie all shift is impossible not to find funny. Cassie lets out another exhausted breath while shaking her head slowly to herself.
“You think this is cute,” she mutters darkly. “Meanwhile I’m sitting in a supply closet half hard trying to answer patient charts like a normal person.”
The words immediately pull your attention lower. Your eyes drift instinctively toward the front of her slacks before you can stop yourself. Cassie notices right away. Of course she does. Her expression shifts subtly the second she catches you staring.
Suddenly the exhaustion in her face mixes with something heavier. Needier. The outline pressing against the front of her slacks is impossible to miss now that you’re actually looking for it, fabric stretched visibly tighter than it should be after the drive home.
The second your eyes linger there too long, Cassie exhales sharply through her nose again like she’s hanging onto patience by a thread.
“You have any idea what you fucking did to me tonight?” she asks quietly.
The softness in her voice somehow feels more dangerous than if she’d snapped at you instead.
You stay stretched across the bed for another second longer on purpose, pretending to think about the question while your fingers slowly trail over the lace sitting against your stomach. Cassie watches the movement so intensely it almost makes your pulse stutter.
She looks exhausted and overwhelmed and painfully worked up all at once standing there beneath the bedroom light while staring at you like she’s starving for something.
The silence drags out another few seconds before her tongue presses slowly against the inside of her cheek. Then she suddenly laughs once under her breath and shakes her head at herself like she can’t believe what she’s about to admit.
“I had to pull over at a red light on the drive home,” she says quietly.
Your breath catches instantly.
Cassie notices that too.
“I was so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight anymore,” she continues, voice rougher now while one hand settles against her hip. “I kept looking at those pictures you sent me and…” She exhales sharply before dragging a tired hand back through her hair again.
“I palmed myself through my slacks first. Tried to ignore it.” Your stomach twists warmly while you stare at her across the room. Cassie’s face burns slightly red beneath the bedroom light now, embarrassment mixing visibly with frustration while she avoids your eyes for half a second.
“Didn’t work,” she mutters. “So I ended up pulling my cock out in the fucking car like some pathetic asshole because I needed the pressure to stop.” The confession settles heavily into the room between you both.
You can practically picture it instantly — Cassie alone in the driver’s seat with one hand shoved inside her slacks while traffic lights glow red outside the windshield. Her breathing uneven.
Her cock flushed and leaking in her palm while she jerks herself off thinking about you waiting at home in black lace. The image alone sends heat rushing straight through your body.
Cassie finally looks back up at you after a second and immediately notices the effect her words have had on you.
“You like that?” she asks quietly.
You can’t even answer right away.
Because now all you can think about is Cassie gripping herself in the car while your photos glow against the dashboard beside her. The thought of her being that needy because of you makes your thighs press together instinctively beneath the blankets. Cassie’s eyes immediately drop to the movement.
Her jaw tightens again. “Yeah,” she murmurs softly after a few seconds, watching you carefully now. “That’s exactly the fucking problem.” Then she reaches down toward the waistband of her slacks with visibly thinning patience while keeping her eyes fixed entirely on you. “You gonna keep teasing me,” she asks quietly, voice rough around the edges now, “or are you gonna come help me?”
A soft giggle slips out of you before you can stop it, the sound quiet and breathy in the warm bedroom air while Cassie watches you from across the room like she’s hanging on by the last thread of her patience. The expression on her face only makes it harder not to tease her.
Exhaustion still clings to every inch of her body after the shift from hell she’s had, but underneath it there’s something far more dangerous now — this needy, frustrated desperation she keeps trying and failing to hide from you.
You hum softly instead of answering her question right away, dragging your teeth lightly across your bottom lip while your eyes stay fixed on hers. Cassie’s jaw tightens almost immediately at the sound. The room feels thick with tension now, heavy enough that you swear you can hear both your breathing between the silence stretching across the bedroom.
You know exactly what she wants. More importantly, you know exactly how badly she wants it after spending the entire day worked up over your photos.
The knowledge settles warmly into your stomach while you slowly shift beneath the blankets, deliberately taking your time because you can physically see how every second of waiting affects her. Cassie’s eyes track every tiny movement your body makes against the sheets.
Then you finally push yourself up onto your hands and knees.
The blankets slide slowly down your body as you move, exposing more soft skin inch by inch while Cassie visibly stills in the doorway watching you. You crawl toward the edge of the bed slowly enough that every movement feels intentional, lace brushing softly against your skin while your knees drag across the mattress beneath you.
Your back arches naturally as you move, pushing your ass upward slightly with each slow crawl forward until the black lace panties stretch tighter across your hips. The movement isn’t even fully conscious at first. It just happens because you know Cassie is watching.
Know her eyes are glued to the curve of your body right now while she stands there practically breathless from the sight of you moving toward her. The soft mattress dips beneath your weight every time you shift closer to the edge, and by the time you finally stop near the foot of the bed, your chest is rising slightly faster than before too.
You glance up through your lashes toward Cassie while staying on your knees, one hand smoothing slowly over the blankets beneath you. Her eyes immediately drag lower again the second your back arches further. The expression on her face makes heat rush instantly between your thighs.
Because Cassie looks absolutely ruined by the sight of you.
Her breathing has grown noticeably heavier now, chest rising slowly beneath the wrinkled scrub top still clinging to her body while her eyes stay locked onto your ass like she physically can’t look anywhere else. You watch the exact moment her mouth parts slightly. Watch her fingers flex uselessly at her sides like she’s resisting the urge to grab you already.
Something about that reaction alone makes another wave of confidence settle warmly through your body. You like doing this to her. Like knowing she’s spent the entire day frustrated and needy because of you.
Like watching all that attitude and composure slowly crack apart now that she’s finally alone with you instead of trapped beneath fluorescent hospital lights pretending to function normally.
Your heartbeat kicks harder in your chest while you shift your knees slightly wider apart on the mattress, back still deeply arched as your ass presses subtly higher into the air. Cassie actually lets out a strained breath at the movement. “Jesus fucking christ,” she mutters quietly under her breath while one hand drags tiredly down over her face again. But her eyes never leave you for even a second.
The power of that realisation settles heavily into your stomach.
You have her exactly where you want her right now.
The thought alone makes you smile softly to yourself while your fingers curl slowly against the edge of the mattress. Cassie’s standing there exhausted and visibly aching for you after touching herself in the car because she physically couldn’t handle another second without relief, and now she’s watching you crawl toward her in lingerie she spent all day imagining ripping off your body.
The entire situation feels almost unfair in your favour. You tilt your head slightly while staring up at her from the edge of the bed before finally crooking one finger toward her in a slow silent gesture. The movement feels small but intimate somehow. Like you’re specifically beckoning her closer to you instead of simply asking her to move. Cassie’s reaction is immediate.
Her eyes darken visibly while her tongue presses hard against the inside of her cheek again. For a second she doesn’t move at all, almost like she’s trying to process the sight in front of her properly before she completely loses whatever restraint she still has left. Then she finally takes one slow step closer toward the bed. The muscles in her thighs tense beneath her slacks as she moves.
Your stomach twists warmly at the sight of her obeying you so easily.
Especially because Cassie usually hates being the one giving in first.
But tonight she looks too needy to keep pretending otherwise. The second she reaches the edge of the mattress, you can see the outline pressing thick and heavy against the front of her slacks again, fabric stretched tighter than before from how hard she still is. Your eyes lower instinctively toward it while your pulse skips hard inside your chest. Cassie notices immediately.
“Don’t start,” she warns softly, though the weakness in her voice ruins any real authority behind the words. You almost giggle again at that. Instead you lean back slightly onto your heels while keeping your back arched, hands smoothing slowly up your thighs over the black lace. Cassie’s breathing visibly stutters the second your fingers disappear briefly beneath the hem of your panties before sliding back out again.
The warm bedroom light catches against her face beautifully from this angle, illuminating every exhausted detail — messy hair, flushed skin, dark eyes completely blown wide with want while she stares down at you like she’s starving.
Your own thoughts feel warm and hazy now too. Part of you can’t stop replaying her confession from earlier about touching herself in the car while thinking about your photos. The image alone keeps sending little flashes of heat through your body every few seconds.
And Cassie can tell exactly what you’re thinking too.
“You’re doing that thing again,” she murmurs quietly.
You blink up at her innocently. “What thing?”
“That look.” Cassie exhales shakily before stepping even closer until her knees brush lightly against the edge of the mattress. “The one where I can literally see you getting ideas.” The low roughness in her voice sends another pulse of warmth through you immediately.
You smile softly without answering while your fingers curl slowly around the edge of the bedspread again. Cassie’s eyes drag over your body one more time before finally settling on your face. The tension between you both feels almost unbearable now, thick enough that even the smallest movements suddenly feel intimate.
Your chest rises slowly with each breath while Cassie’s hands twitch faintly at her sides again like she’s struggling not to touch you before you let her. The thought makes you arch your back slightly deeper without even meaning to.
Cassie actually groans softly at the sight, head tipping back briefly toward the ceiling like she’s physically suffering through this. Then her eyes lock onto yours again, dark and exhausted and desperate all at once. “Baby,” she says quietly, voice rough enough to send heat straight through your stomach, “if you keep looking at me like that, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
You don’t answer her with words.
You just keep staring up at her for another quiet second while your heartbeat presses harder against your ribs, warmth pooling low in your stomach at the completely wrecked look on Cassie’s face. Then you slowly lean back onto your heels again, thighs spreading slightly wider against the mattress while your fingers slide carefully over the blankets toward her.
Cassie’s eyes immediately track the movement. Every inch of tension in her body visibly sharpens the second your hands finally leave the bed and settle lightly against the front of her slacks instead. The contact pulls a sharp breath straight from her chest. You feel the heat of her immediately through the fabric.
Thick and heavy beneath your palms, still hard enough that the outline strains visibly against the dark navy material while your fingers press slowly over her. Cassie’s head drops slightly forward as if the feeling physically knocks something loose inside her brain.
A low sound leaves her throat before she can stop it, somewhere between a groan and a shaky exhale, and hearing it makes heat flash straight between your thighs. Your own breathing grows uneven while you continue touching her slowly, palms smoothing over the tense shape beneath the fabric like you’re trying to memorise every inch of her through your hands alone.
“Fuck…” Cassie breathes quietly.
The word sounds wrecked already.
You can physically feel her twitch beneath your touch when your fingers curl slightly against her through the slacks, and the reaction alone nearly makes you dizzy with how much power it gives you over her. Cassie’s hands twitch faintly at her sides again before finally landing against the edge of the mattress beside your knees, fingers gripping tightly enough to wrinkle the sheets beneath them.
She looks down at you with flushed cheeks and parted lips while you stay kneeling between her legs exactly where she wants you most. The black lace digs softly into your skin every time you shift against the mattress, your chest rising slightly faster now while your hands continue palming her slowly through the fabric.
You can tell she’s sensitive already. Every tiny movement pulls another reaction from her immediately. Her thighs tense beneath your touch. Her breathing catches every few seconds. Even the smallest pressure against her cock makes her jaw tighten visibly while her eyes stay locked on your face like she’s terrified of missing a single expression.
The memory of her confessing she touched herself in the car flashes hotly through your head again, and suddenly you can’t stop imagining Cassie sitting alone at a red light with her hand wrapped around herself because she physically couldn’t handle wanting you anymore.
The thought makes your fingers press harder against her.
Cassie’s head drops back instantly with a rough groan.
“Baby,” she mutters warningly, voice strained now.
You only hum softly in response while your palms continue dragging slowly over the front of her slacks. The fabric feels warm beneath your hands from body heat and tension, and the more you touch her, the more obvious it becomes how worked up she still is. She’s absolutely aching beneath your palms.
Your eyes flick upward through your lashes toward her face again while your fingers deliberately press along the length of her cock through the fabric. Cassie physically jolts from it. Her hips twitch subtly forward before she catches herself, clearly embarrassed by how fast her body reacts to you touching her.
The reaction alone sends another rush of warmth flooding through your chest. You like seeing her like this far too much. Usually Cassie’s all attitude and sharp comments and smug little smirks whenever she gets needy, but tonight she just looks overwhelmed.
Exhausted enough that all the walls she normally keeps up around you are hanging by threads now. “You’re so hard,” you murmur softly without thinking. Cassie immediately lets out another breath through clenched teeth while one hand lifts briefly to cover her eyes. “No shit,” she mutters.
A small laugh slips out of you before your fingers hook slowly beneath the waistband of her slacks.
The movement alone makes Cassie freeze completely.
Her hand drops from her face instantly while her eyes lock onto yours again with sudden intensity. You can practically feel the anticipation radiating off her body now. The bedroom falls quiet except for the soft sound of uneven breathing between both of you while your fingertips tease just barely beneath the waistband without pulling anything down yet. Cassie’s pulse visibly jumps in her throat.
Her chest rises hard beneath the wrinkled scrub top while she watches your every movement like she’s trying not to completely fall apart before you even really start touching her properly.
The power of that realisation settles warmly through your body again. You’re fully aware now that you could probably make her come embarrassingly fast if you wanted to.
Especially after the shift she’s had. Especially after her pathetic little confession about touching herself in the car because she couldn’t wait another second to get home to you. The thought makes another smile tug lightly at your mouth. Cassie notices immediately and groans softly under her breath. “Don’t fucking smile like that,” she mutters weakly. “You look way too pleased with yourself right now.”
You are pleased with yourself.
And she knows it.
Your fingers finally slip lower beneath the waistband just enough to brush lightly against warm bare skin, and Cassie’s entire body visibly tightens from the contact. The sharp inhale she takes sounds almost shaky this time.
You can feel how warm she is already beneath your fingertips. Sensitive too. The memory of her touching herself in the car clearly hasn’t faded from her body at all because even this tiny amount of contact has her visibly struggling to keep herself together. Your own stomach twists tighter at the reaction.
You shift slightly closer on your knees without pulling your eyes from hers, lace brushing softly against your thighs while Cassie stares down at you with this exhausted desperate expression that almost makes you melt a little beneath all the teasing.
Almost. Because the other part of you wants to drag this out for as long as possible now that you finally have her exactly like this. Breathless. Frustrated.
Completely consumed by you. Your palm slides slowly over her again beneath the waistband, finally giving her a little more pressure after making her wait so long, and Cassie’s eyes close immediately with a strained groan. “Jesus christ,” she breathes quietly while her grip tightens hard against the sheets beside you.
Then her gaze drops heavily toward your chest again, lingering openly on the lace stretched over your tits before dragging back up toward your face. “You have no idea what seeing you like this is doing to me,” she says softly, voice rough enough to make heat flood straight through your body all over again.
Cassie swears she can physically feel herself getting harder from the way you’re looking at her alone.
The expression on your face is enough to completely ruin whatever composure she still has left. You’re kneeling in front of her on the bed in black lace with your hands beneath the waistband of her slacks, eyes dark and heavy while you stare at the outline straining beneath the fabric like you’re genuinely hungry for her. It hits Cassie all at once just how affected you are too.
Your breathing has gone softer and uneven. Your thighs keep pressing together subtly every few seconds against the mattress. Even the way you’re biting lightly at your bottom lip while palming her tells her exactly what she’s doing to you in return. The realisation sends another pulse straight through her cock hard enough to make her groan quietly beneath her breath.
“Fuck, baby…” she mutters weakly, fingers gripping harder against the edge of the mattress beside your knees. Her entire body feels too hot now. Too tight.
She’s exhausted from the shift, overstimulated from wanting you all day, and somehow still painfully hard enough that even the fabric brushing against her cock feels overwhelming. Then you finally answer her.
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” you murmur softly.
The words settle low and warm inside Cassie’s stomach instantly.
Especially because your voice sounds affected too.
Your fingers hook more firmly beneath the waistband of her slacks while your eyes stay locked on hers, and Cassie’s breath catches immediately when you start pulling the fabric downward inch by inch. The movement feels painfully slow. Torturously slow.
Her pulse pounds heavily in her throat while she watches you carefully drag both her slacks and boxers down over her hips at the same time. Cool air immediately hits flushed sensitive skin the second her cock springs free from the fabric, thick and already leaking enough that the tip glistens softly beneath the warm bedroom light. Cassie actually exhales shakily from the relief of finally being free from the restrictive pressure of her clothes.
Her cock throbs heavily against her stomach while you stare down at her in complete silence for a second too long. The look on your face almost fucking kills her.
Your lips part slightly while your eyes drag slowly over her cock with this openly hungry expression that makes heat shoot straight through Cassie’s entire body.
She physically watches you swallow. Then your teeth sink lightly into your bottom lip again, and Cassie notices the exact moment your mouth starts watering from the sight of her.
“Jesus christ,” she breathes softly.
Because you look just as gone as she feels.
Your eyes stay fixed on her cock while one of your hands settles lightly against her thigh for balance, fingers smoothing slowly over tense muscle beneath your touch. Cassie’s cock twitches visibly from the contact alone.
You can see the flush spreading warmly along the length of her. See the precum already gathering heavily at the swollen tip after everything she’s put herself through tonight. The sight makes warmth flood instantly between your thighs. Cassie notices immediately too. Of course she does.
She notices the way your breathing changes. Notices how your eyes linger on her cock like you physically can’t stop staring at it now that it’s finally free. Notices the soft shine gathering along your lower lip where you’ve been biting it too much.
“You’ve been thinking about this all day too, huh?” Cassie asks quietly, voice rough and strained while she watches your expression carefully. Your eyes flick upward toward hers through your lashes and the look alone almost makes her lose it.
“Maybe,” you answer softly before glancing back down again. Then your tongue slowly drags across your bottom lip. Cassie actually groans out loud this time.
“Fuck, don’t do that,” she mutters immediately.
You smile a little at her reaction.
But you don’t stop.
Instead your hand slides slowly higher against her thigh while your eyes continue roaming shamelessly over her cock. Cassie can practically feel how badly you want to touch her properly now. It’s obvious in every tiny movement your body makes.
The way you lean slightly closer without even realising it. The way your chest rises faster beneath the black lace still stretched tightly over your tits. The way your fingers twitch faintly against her skin like you’re trying not to grab her immediately.
And god, Cassie loves it. Loves seeing you just as worked up for her as she is for you. Especially after spending the entire day tortured by your photos while trapped at work.
“You drooling over me right now?” she asks softly after a second, exhausted amusement flickering briefly across her flushed face. The embarrassed little look you give her in response nearly makes her cock jump again. “Can you blame me?” you murmur quietly before finally wrapping your hand around her.
Cassie’s head drops back instantly.
The first real stroke nearly pulls a moan straight from her chest.
Your hand feels warm and soft around her cock while precum immediately smears slickly against your palm the second you start moving. Cassie’s thighs tense hard beneath your touch while one shaky breath after another leaves her mouth. She’s painfully sensitive now after everything.
The drive home. Touching herself in the car. Standing there watching you crawl across the bed looking like that. It all crashes together inside her body at once the second you finally touch her properly. “Fuck…” she groans quietly while her fingers tighten against the mattress again.
You stroke her slowly at first, just enough pressure to make her cock twitch heavily in your hand while your eyes stay fixed downward like you’re completely mesmerised by her. Cassie can literally see saliva gathering in your mouth now every time you stare too long. The sight alone nearly sends her over the edge.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” you whisper softly without thinking, thumb brushing slowly through the wetness gathered at her tip. Cassie’s entire body jolts from it.
“Yeah?” she breathes shakily, eyes dragging heavily over your face. You nod once before biting your lip again. “Pretty cock,” you murmur quietly while giving another slow stroke. “Been thinking about sucking it since the first photo I sent you.” And that? That almost fucking destroys her.
Cassie’s entire body feels like it’s balancing on the edge of something dangerous now. The second you tighten your hand around her again and start stroking her properly, she feels another wave of heat slam straight through her stomach hard enough to make her knees threaten to buckle.
Your hand moves slowly over her cock at first, spreading the thick precum already leaking from the tip down along her length until everything feels slick and warm against your palm. The sound alone nearly kills her. Wet little strokes filling the quiet bedroom while she stands over you still half dressed in wrinkled hospital scrubs looking completely ruined already.
Her cock twitches hard every time your grip slides back up toward the swollen tip, especially when your thumb drags through the slickness gathered there before smoothing it back down again. Then your free hand finally slips lower.
Cassie physically jolts when your fingers curl gently around her balls, playing with them softly while you continue stroking her at the same steady pace. A broken sound leaves her throat instantly. Not even words this time.
Just this low shaky moan that makes warmth twist harder between your own thighs. “Jesus… baby…” Cassie breathes weakly, head tipping back slightly while her eyes flutter half shut for a second. Her entire body feels hypersensitive now after spending all day wanting you.
And god, you’re just as affected as she is.
You can feel it every single time you shift against the mattress. The black lace panties clinging tightly between your thighs have become almost unbearably damp by now, fabric sticking directly against your pussy lips every time you move your knees apart slightly for better leverage.
You can physically feel your own wetness soaking into the lace while you stroke Cassie slower, watching her reactions with dark heavy eyes that only seem to make her more desperate. The friction between your thighs every time you move sends little pulses of heat through your stomach too, especially because
Cassie keeps looking down at you like she wants to devour you whole. You’re painfully aware of how exposed you must look kneeling there in black lace with one hand wrapped around her cock while your other palm cups her balls gently.
The sight of her standing over you flushed and breathing hard is enough to make saliva keep gathering heavily in your mouth every few seconds. Cassie notices everything. She notices how your thighs press together briefly between strokes.
Notices the way your breathing grows uneven whenever her cock twitches in your hand. Notices the lace sticking damply against your cunt every time your hips shift unconsciously against the mattress. The realisation alone makes another low sound leave her chest.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” she murmurs shakily while staring down between your thighs for half a second too long. Heat flashes instantly across your skin at the roughness in her voice.
Cassie can’t stop touching you now either.
One of her hands finally lifts shakily from the mattress before sliding slowly into your hair. Her fingers immediately tangle themselves into the soft strands near the back of your head while she exhales unevenly at the feeling of you kneeling beneath her. The touch isn’t rough. If anything it feels almost desperate.
Like she needs contact with you somewhere or she might actually lose her mind completely. Her thumb strokes lightly against your scalp while you continue pumping her cock steadily, precum now coating almost her entire length while your hand glides smoothly over her. Cassie’s hips twitch subtly forward every few seconds without permission.
Every time your grip tightens slightly or your fingers brush more firmly against her balls, another helpless sound slips from her mouth. “Oh my god…” she breathes at one point, voice cracking softly while her grip tightens in your hair. The sound alone sends warmth flooding straight through your body again.
You’ve heard Cassie moan before, but tonight feels different somehow. Rawer. More exhausted and needy than usual after everything she’s put herself through all day.
Every reaction feels completely genuine now because she’s too worked up to hide any of it properly anymore. “That feels so fucking good,” she whispers shakily while her eyes stay fixed downward watching your hand move over her cock.
Your own thoughts feel warm and hazy by this point too.
Especially because Cassie keeps looking at you like that.
Like you’re the only thing grounding her right now after the nightmare shift she’s had. Her fingers tighten slightly in your hair the second your thumb circles slowly over the swollen tip again, spreading more slickness down her cock while you watch another pulse visibly jump beneath flushed skin.
You can physically feel yourself clenching around nothing beneath the damp lace panties every time Cassie moans your name softly under her breath. The wet fabric drags embarrassingly against your sensitive pussy lips whenever you shift your knees again, and the sensation mixed with the sight of Cassie falling apart above you makes your stomach twist tighter and tighter.
You can’t stop imagining how she looked in the car earlier either. Alone and desperate enough to pull her cock out because she physically couldn’t stop thinking about you. The thought keeps replaying over and over inside your head while you stroke her.
Cassie must notice your expression change because suddenly her hand tightens harder in your hair before gently guiding your face upward. “What’re you thinking about?” she asks softly, breathing still uneven. Your eyes meet hers immediately.
“You touching yourself in the car,” you answer honestly before your grip slowly tightens around her again. Cassie actually moans at the words this time.
“Fuck… don’t,” she whispers weakly.
But she’s already thrusting subtly into your hand again anyway.
The movement pulls another rush of slick warmth between your thighs while your fingers continue working steadily over her cock. Cassie’s head tips forward now, forehead almost resting briefly against yours while she struggles through another shaky breath.
Her scrubs rustle softly every time her body jerks from your touch, messy dark hair falling further over her forehead while her hand stays buried deep in your hair like she can’t bear to let go of you now.
“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” she groans quietly after another particularly slow stroke that drags all the way down her length. You only smile softly against her skin before your thumb brushes slowly beneath the tip again.
Cassie’s knees nearly buckle this time. “Christ…” she breathes sharply while her grip tightens hard enough to send a pleasant sting across your scalp.
The reaction immediately goes straight to your cunt. You can feel more wetness soaking into the lace between your thighs now, panties practically sticking to your pussy every time you shift against the mattress. Cassie notices your thighs pressing together again and groans softly at the sight.
“Baby,” she mutters breathlessly while staring downward between your legs again. “You’re soaking through those fucking panties.” The words alone nearly make you whimper. Especially because of the way she says them.
Like she’s just as affected by your body as you are by hers. Then her hand slides deeper into your hair before tugging gently enough to tilt your face upward again, flushed exhausted eyes staring down into yours while your hand keeps stroking her through another helpless moan.
Cassie reaches her limit somewhere between one slow stroke and the next.
Maybe it’s the way your hand keeps gliding over her cock just slowly enough to drive her insane instead of actually giving her what she needs. Maybe it’s the sight of you kneeling there in black lace with wet lips and flushed cheeks while your panties cling damply between your thighs because of her.
Or maybe it’s simply the fact she’s spent the entire fucking day aching for you and she physically cannot handle another second of teasing without snapping.
Whatever it is, something finally breaks. The moment your thumb drags teasingly beneath her tip again, Cassie lets out this low frustrated groan before suddenly grabbing your wrist firmly.
The movement pulls another startled pulse through your stomach as she guides your hand away from her cock completely. “No,” she mutters breathlessly, dark eyes fixed entirely on you now. “I need to fucking see you.”
The rough desperation in her voice makes heat flash instantly across your skin. Before you can even respond properly, Cassie’s already bending down toward you, one hand still tangled tightly in your hair while the other cups your jaw hard enough to hold you still. Then her mouth crashes against yours.
The kiss immediately steals the air from your lungs.
Hot and messy and desperate in a way that makes your entire body react instantly beneath her. Cassie kisses like she’s starving for you after hours of holding herself back all day.
Her lips move hard against yours while her hand tightens gently at the back of your neck, pulling you closer against her the second you let out a soft sound into her mouth.
You respond immediately. Of course you do. The second Cassie kisses you like that, your hands fly upward instinctively toward her body, fingers bunching immediately into the wrinkled fabric of her scrub top.
The material feels warm beneath your palms from body heat and stress while your lips part beneath hers, allowing her tongue to slide against yours with another low groan that vibrates directly into your mouth. The sound alone makes your cunt clench hard beneath the soaked lace still sticking against your skin.
Cassie kisses you deeper the moment she feels your reaction, fingers tightening in your hair while exhaustion and want blur together in every rough movement she makes against you.
Your hands slide impatiently beneath the hem of her scrub top now, fingertips brushing warm skin beneath the fabric while your pulse hammers wildly against your ribs. “Take this off,” you breathe softly against her mouth. Cassie groans immediately at the words.
She pulls back just enough to drag the scrub top roughly over her head.
The movement is messy and impatient, dark hair getting briefly caught in the fabric before she finally yanks it free and tosses it carelessly somewhere across the room. The sight underneath almost makes you dizzy for a second.
Cassie’s wearing nothing but a simple thin t-shirt bra beneath it, black fabric stretched snugly across her chest while flushed skin glows warmly beneath the bedroom light after hours trapped beneath hospital scrubs. Her chain still rests against the center of her chest too, silver catching softly in the warm light while her breathing stays uneven from the kiss.
You stare openly for a second too long. Cassie notices immediately and exhales another shaky breath before leaning down to kiss you again, though this time your hands immediately slide upward against her body.
Your fingertips smooth slowly over the fabric of her bra before teasing lightly across one nipple through the material. Cassie physically jolts against you from the contact.
“Oh my god,” she mutters softly into your mouth while her hips twitch hard enough to brush against the edge of the mattress. The reaction sends warmth flooding through your stomach instantly. You tease her slowly through the fabric again, thumb circling deliberately over the sensitive peak while Cassie’s breathing starts falling apart all over again above you.
“Sensitive?” you murmur softly.
Cassie glares weakly at you through half-lidded eyes.
“Shut up.”
The embarrassment in her voice only makes you smile against her mouth before your fingers slide around behind her back to unclasp the bra. The hooks come undone with a soft snap beneath your fingertips and Cassie lets out another breath the second the tight fabric loosens around her chest.
You slowly slide the straps down over her shoulders while staring openly at her the entire time, warmth curling low in your stomach at the sight of flushed skin gradually being exposed inch by inch beneath the golden bedroom light.
Cassie watches your face carefully through all of it. Watches the way your eyes darken while the bra slips lower. Watches your lips part slightly the second her tits finally spill free from the fabric completely.
“Fuck,” you whisper softly before you can stop yourself. Cassie groans immediately at your reaction while her forehead drops briefly against yours. The bra joins her scrub top somewhere on the floor seconds later, tossed aside carelessly while your hands immediately slide up her body again.
Your palms cup her tits greedily now, thumbs brushing slowly over her nipples while Cassie shudders hard enough that another broken moan escapes her mouth. “Baby…” she breathes shakily while her fingers flex against your waist. The sound goes straight through you.
Then Cassie suddenly remembers how overdressed you still are compared to her.
Her eyes drag slowly downward over your body again before settling between your thighs where the black lace panties still cling visibly damp against your cunt. Another low sound leaves her chest instantly.
“Jesus christ,” she mutters quietly while staring openly now. You can physically see her restraint snapping all over again. The need in her face deepens immediately while one hand slides down your body toward your thigh.
At the same time, Cassie starts shoving the rest of her clothes off impatiently too. Her slacks are already halfway down her hips from earlier, so now she just hooks her thumbs into the waistband and aggressively wiggles them the rest of the way down her legs while standing between your knees.
The movement feels rushed and desperate and strangely hot after seeing how controlled she’d been trying to act all evening. Her boxers disappear with them seconds later before both pieces of clothing get kicked somewhere carelessly across the room without another thought. Then suddenly she’s completely naked in front of you apart from the silver chain still hanging against flushed skin.
The sight almost steals your breath. Cassie’s cock rests heavy against her stomach again already flushed and leaking from how worked up she still is, thighs tense beneath the warm bedroom light while her chest rises hard from uneven breathing.
Her hair is messy. Her lips swollen from kissing you. Her entire body still carrying traces of exhaustion from the hospital underneath all the want twisting through her now. And god, she’s beautiful.
Cassie notices the exact moment your eyes drag lower again.
“You gonna keep staring at me,” she asks breathlessly while stepping closer between your knees, “or are you finally gonna let me see how fucking wet I made you?”
You don’t answer Cassie right away.
You just stare up at her for another second while she stands naked between your knees looking completely wrecked, chest rising unevenly beneath the warm bedroom light while her cock twitches heavily against her stomach from the way you’ve been teasing her all night.
The silver chain resting against her chest catches softly in the light every time she breathes, and something about the contrast between that familiar necklace and the completely desperate look in her eyes makes another pulse of heat spread through your body. You can feel your panties practically soaked against your cunt by now.
The lace sticks embarrassingly against your pussy lips every time you shift even slightly on the mattress, but instead of immediately giving Cassie what she wants, you smile sweetly at her first. Then you slowly move backward across the bed. Cassie’s eyes narrow instantly the second she realises you’re teasing her again.
You lay back against the pillows with deliberate slowness, hair spreading softly across the sheets while you settle comfortably onto your back beneath her stare.
Your thighs part gradually against the mattress afterward, black lace stretching tighter between them as your knees fall open just enough to give Cassie a better view. The sound she makes at the sight is low and wrecked immediately.
“Baby,” she warns softly.
But you only hum innocently in response.
Your hands move slowly over your own body while Cassie watches from the edge of the bed like she’s physically struggling not to pounce on you already. Fingertips trail lazily up your thighs first, smoothing over warm skin inch by inch while the black lace panties cling visibly damp between your legs.
You can actually feel how wet you are now every time your thighs shift apart slightly wider beneath your own touch. Cassie notices too. Of course she does. Her eyes stay locked shamelessly between your legs while her jaw clenches visibly harder every few seconds.
Your fingers continue gliding higher over your thighs until one hand finally brushes teasingly over your clothed cunt. The tiny amount of pressure alone pulls a soft breath from your chest because your clit already feels sensitive from how long you’ve been worked up. Cassie’s entire body visibly tenses at the sight.
“Oh my fucking god,” she mutters weakly while staring down at your hand between your legs. You deliberately brush your fingertips over your clit again through the damp lace, letting your head tip back slightly against the pillows while another soft sound leaves your mouth. Cassie physically groans.
“You’re evil,” she breathes quietly, dark eyes practically burning into you now. You only smile sweetly at her again before circling your fingers slowly against yourself one more time.
That’s apparently Cassie’s breaking point.
Because suddenly she’s climbing onto the bed toward you.
The mattress dips heavily beneath her weight while she moves between your spread thighs with quick impatient movements, dark hair falling messily across her forehead while she stares down at you like she’s finally had enough of your bullshit.
The second her hands reach yours, she smacks them firmly away from your body before pinning your wrists briefly against the sheets above your head. The movement sends another rush of heat through your stomach immediately. Cassie’s breathing sounds rough now.
Exhausted and needy and just slightly irritated beneath all the want still twisting through her body. “You’re being an actual fucking menace tonight,” she mutters breathlessly while hovering above you. The glare she gives you would almost feel intimidating if her cock wasn’t visibly twitching hard against your thigh right now from how affected she is.
You laugh softly beneath her while your pulse hammers wildly against your ribs. Cassie’s eyes darken instantly at the sound. Then she finally lowers herself properly over you and kisses you again before you can tease her any further.
The kiss feels slower this time. Deeper. Less frantic desperation and more hunger now that she finally has you laid out beneath her exactly how she wants.
And then she starts undressing you properly.
Slowly.
Painfully slowly.
Cassie’s mouth drags away from yours first, trailing hot kisses down the side of your neck while her hands glide carefully over your body like she’s trying to memorise every inch of skin beneath her palms. Her fingers hook beneath one of the black lace straps still clinging to your shoulder before slowly dragging it downward inch by inch.
The movement reveals warm skin gradually beneath the lace and Cassie immediately kisses every exposed part of you she uncovers. Soft open mouthed kisses at first.
Then little bites. Gentle enough to make your stomach twist but firm enough that you can feel them afterward. “So fucking pretty,” she murmurs quietly against your skin while her lips drag lower over your shoulder.
The praise immediately sends warmth flooding through your chest. Her hands continue exploring your body restlessly while she slowly peels the lingerie off you piece by piece.
Every newly exposed inch of skin gets worshipped instantly beneath her mouth. Cassie licks softly over the marks she leaves behind too, groaning quietly whenever your body arches beneath her touch.
“Been thinking about your tits all fucking day,” she mutters against your chest while finally pulling the lace bra down lower. Her mouth immediately follows the movement, lips brushing over soft skin before her tongue flicks teasingly against one nipple. You gasp sharply beneath her.
Cassie groans softly at the sound.
The vibration against your skin nearly makes your thighs close around her instinctively.
Her hands smooth lower over your stomach afterward while she keeps kissing and licking every part of your body she uncovers from the lace. The whole thing feels unbearably intimate despite how filthy the words falling from her mouth are becoming now.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you touching yourself in this,” she whispers roughly while dragging the lace panties lower over your hips. “Thinking about how fucking wet you probably were sending me those pictures.”
Heat flashes instantly across your entire body at the words. Cassie notices the reaction immediately and smiles softly against your skin before biting gently at your hip hard enough to pull another breathless sound from your mouth.
Her fingers spread wider against your thighs while she drags the panties lower inch by inch. At the same time, your own hand slips downward between your bodies again. Cassie notices immediately but doesn’t stop you this time. Especially not when your forefinger and thumb finally wrap lightly around the flushed swollen tip of her cock. The reaction is instant.
Cassie’s entire body jolts above you while a low broken moan leaves her chest. “Christ…” she breathes shakily while her forehead drops briefly against your stomach.
Your fingers squeeze gently around the tip again, collecting the thick precum already gathered there before slowly smearing it around with your thumb. Cassie actually whimpers this time.
“Baby,” she groans weakly while her hips twitch forward into your touch.
But you only smile sweetly beneath her and tighten your fingers again.
After tightening your fingers around the swollen tip of Cassie’s cock again, you slowly tug her closer toward you by it.
The reaction is immediate.
Cassie’s entire body jerks forward over you with a rough groan spilling straight from her chest while her hands instinctively brace harder against the mattress on either side of your waist.
Your thumb smears slowly through the thick precum gathered at her tip while you guide her closer inch by inch, and the sight of her completely losing composure from something so simple sends another rush of heat through your body.
Her cock twitches heavily between your fingers as you pull her down toward your cunt. The warm flushed tip brushes softly against the inside of your thigh first before you deliberately guide it higher. Cassie’s breathing grows visibly uneven the second she realises what you’re doing.
“Oh my fucking god,” she breathes weakly while staring down between your bodies. Your thighs part wider beneath her automatically while your fingers keep gently directing her cock exactly where you want it.
Then the swollen tip finally brushes against your pussy through the slick wetness already coating your skin. Both of you groan at the contact immediately.
The feeling sends a sharp pulse straight through your stomach because your cunt already feels so sensitive and soaked from everything leading up to this. Cassie physically shudders above you while her forehead nearly drops against your chest.
“Jesus christ, baby…” she whispers shakily.
The warm wet tip drags teasingly through your folds once more while your hand keeps tugging her closer. Cassie’s cock glides slickly against your pussy from how wet you already are, the sensation pulling breathless sounds from both of you every time she shifts accidentally against you.
Cassie’s hips twitch forward instinctively like her body wants to bury herself inside you immediately, but she forces herself to stop before actually pushing in. Instead she groans softly and adjusts herself over you with visibly shaky movements, one hand reaching down between your bodies to steady her cock while she shifts onto her knees properly between your spread legs.
The movement gives her a better angle over you, thighs spreading wider while her chain swings softly against flushed skin from how heavily she’s breathing now. Her cock rests hot and heavy against your cunt while she positions herself carefully, and the friction alone nearly makes your back arch from the mattress.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Cassie mutters under her breath while staring down between your legs almost hungrily. You can physically feel more slickness gathering between your thighs from the way she’s looking at you. Then, before you can guide her inside properly yourself, Cassie suddenly grabs your wrist gently and moves your hand away from her cock.
“I wanna do something first,” she murmurs roughly.
The second she wraps her own hand around herself again, you immediately notice the thick slickness coating her cock from your touch and her precum.
Cassie notices too. Her eyes darken instantly while she slowly strokes herself once over your body, gathering more precum over her palm before dragging the flushed tip directly against your clit.
The contact alone nearly makes you jolt upward off the bed. “Cassie—” you gasp sharply, but she only groans softly at your reaction before deliberately rubbing more slickness over your clit with the tip of her cock.
The feeling is filthy and overwhelming all at once. Warm. Wet. Sensitive enough that your thighs twitch around her immediately. Cassie’s breathing turns rougher the longer she watches your face twist from the sensation.
“Look at you,” she mutters quietly while slowly circling the tip against your clit again. “So fucking sensitive already.” Then suddenly she pulls her cock back just enough before slapping it firmly against your clit.
The sharp wet contact pulls a broken sound straight from your throat while your hips jerk hard against the mattress. Cassie actually moans at the sight of your reaction.
“Yeah?” she breathes shakily. “That feel good?” Before you can even answer properly, she’s already moving lower between your thighs instead.
Cassie settles onto her knees between your legs with this completely hungry look in her eyes now.
The sight alone almost makes your stomach twist.
Her hair falls messily across her forehead while she spreads your thighs wider apart with both hands, fingers digging firmly into soft flesh as she positions herself exactly where she wants you.
You can still feel the slick warmth of her precum smeared across your clit and folds while Cassie stares openly at your cunt like she’s genuinely obsessed with the sight of it.
“Fuck…” she breathes softly under her breath. “Been thinking about this all day.” The words barely leave her mouth before she finally leans down and drags her tongue slowly through your folds. The first lick nearly knocks the breath from your lungs entirely.
Cassie groans immediately at the taste of you against her mouth while her hands tighten harder around your thighs. Her tongue moves slowly at first, deliberately spreading the mixture of your slick and her precum deeper against your pussy while she eats you out like she’s trying to make up for every second she spent away from you today.
The sounds alone are enough to make your entire body feel overheated. Wet messy noises filling the room every time her tongue drags through your folds or circles your clit slowly before dipping lower again. Cassie’s moans vibrate directly against your cunt every few seconds too, and the feeling almost makes your thighs close instinctively around her head.
But Cassie immediately stops you.
“Don’t,” she mutters roughly against your pussy before tightening her grip harder around your thighs.
Her fingers physically force your legs wider apart again.
The possessiveness of the movement sends another pulse of heat through your stomach immediately. Cassie keeps your thighs spread firmly open for her while she buries herself deeper between them, tongue pushing slowly into your pussy now while her thumbs press bruisingly into the soft flesh of your thighs to hold you exactly where she wants you.
The sensation is overwhelming. Her tongue feels warm and wet and impossibly filthy while she works her precum deeper inside you with every slow thrust. You can feel your body reacting more and more uncontrollably beneath her with each passing second.
Your back arches hard off the mattress while soft moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth every time Cassie’s tongue curls just right inside you. She notices every reaction instantly too. Every twitch of your thighs. Every broken breath. Every desperate little movement of your hips against her mouth.
“That’s it,” Cassie murmurs roughly against your cunt before licking higher again. “Pretty fucking girl.” The praise immediately goes straight through you. Your fingers bury into the sheets while your entire body feels tighter and hotter by the second.
Cassie’s tongue circles your clit again before sucking gently, and suddenly your legs jerk hard in her grip. “Oh my god—” you gasp sharply while your head falls back against the pillows.
Cassie groans loudly against you at the sound.
Then she eats you out even harder.
Her tongue fucks into your pussy faster now while her nose presses perfectly against your clit every time she buries herself deeper between your thighs. The wet sounds become absolutely obscene.
You can barely think anymore beyond the feeling of her mouth everywhere. Your hips keep trying to grind desperately against her face while Cassie holds your thighs wide open through all of it, completely refusing to let you pull away even when the pleasure starts becoming almost too much.
“Cassie— fuck—” you whimper breathlessly while your hands finally tangle tightly into her messy dark hair. Cassie moans directly against your cunt again, the vibration pulling another helpless sound from your chest instantly. “Cum for me,” she mutters roughly before sucking hard against your clit again.
That’s what finally does it. Your entire body tightens violently beneath her while pleasure crashes through you all at once. Your thighs shake hard in Cassie’s grip while your back arches completely off the mattress with a broken cry spilling from your mouth.
Cassie keeps eating you through it too. Slow filthy licks dragging through your cunt while you cum against her tongue hard enough that your whole body trembles beneath her hands. “That’s it,” she groans softly against your soaked pussy while your legs twitch helplessly around her. “Good fucking girl.”
Your entire body still trembles lightly from the orgasm when you finally tug Cassie upward by the chain around her neck.
The silver catches softly beneath the bedroom light as it tightens slightly between your fingers, pulling a low surprised sound from Cassie while she lifts her head from between your thighs. Her lips and chin glisten with the mess she’s made of you, dark hair completely ruined now from your fingers twisting tightly through it while she ate you out like she was starving.
The sight alone nearly makes another pulse of heat twist through your stomach despite how sensitive your body already feels. Cassie’s eyes immediately lock onto yours the second you pull her closer, pupils blown wide and dark with want while her chest still rises heavily from breathing against your cunt moments earlier. You don’t even think before kissing her.
Your hand tightens around the chain again while your other palm cups her jaw, dragging her mouth hard against yours because suddenly you need to taste her. Need to taste yourself on her tongue after the way she just made you come apart beneath her.
Cassie groans immediately into your mouth the second your lips meet, one hand sliding instinctively against your waist while her tongue pushes hot and messy against yours. The taste instantly makes your cunt clench again.
Warm and filthy and completely addictive. You kiss her deeper without hesitation, moaning softly into her mouth when you realise you can taste both yourself and the precum she worked into your pussy all over her tongue.
Cassie practically melts against you from the way you kiss her.
Her body settles heavier between your thighs while her chain presses cool against your fingers, and the movement drags her cock directly through the slick wetness still coating your cunt. The contact pulls a sharp whimper straight from your throat before you can stop it.
Cassie groans immediately at the sound while her hips shift instinctively downward again, cock sliding hot and heavy through your folds without actually pushing inside you yet. The friction feels almost unbearable after how sensitive your body already is. Every tiny movement sends another pulse through your stomach.
Cassie clearly notices too because she deliberately grinds slowly against you once more while kissing you harder, her cock catching directly against your clit for one perfect second before dragging lower through your soaked pussy again.
“Fuck…” you breathe shakily against her mouth while your thighs twitch around her waist. Cassie groans softly in response, the sound rough and wrecked from hearing how affected you still are.
Then suddenly she pulls away from your lips before you can kiss her deeper again. The loss immediately makes another needy sound slip from your throat. Cassie only smirks weakly against your jaw before leaning lower.
The first sharp nip against your skin makes you gasp.
Cassie’s mouth latches directly against your jaw while one hand slides into your hair to tilt your head back properly for her. The movement exposes your throat completely beneath the warm bedroom light, and the second Cassie notices the vulnerable stretch of skin she lets out this soft pleased hum against you. Then her teeth sink into your neck harder.
“Cassie—” you whimper immediately while your fingers tighten harder around the chain still hanging from her throat. She only groans quietly at the sound before soothing her tongue over the mark she’s leaving behind.
The sensation sends another shiver through your body. Cassie starts kissing lower along your throat afterward, alternating soft licks with little bites that keep pulling breathless sounds from your mouth every few seconds. You can physically feel marks forming beneath her lips already.
Warm sensitive spots blooming along your skin while Cassie leaves evidence of herself everywhere she touches. “This is payback,” she murmurs roughly against your throat before biting gently near your pulse. “For those fucking pictures.”
The words send heat flashing instantly across your body again. Especially because her cock keeps brushing against your cunt every time she shifts above you.
“You ruined my entire shift,” Cassie continues quietly before sucking another mark against your neck hard enough to make your back arch from the mattress.
“Had me hard all fucking day because you couldn’t stop teasing me.” The rough frustration still lingering in her voice only makes your cunt ache more for her.
And god, Cassie clearly knows exactly how affected you are.
The second another needy sound slips from your mouth, she groans softly and finally moves lower down your body again. Her mouth drags over the tops of your tits first, kissing slowly over soft skin while her hands spread greedily across your waist and stomach beneath her. You can still feel the lingering warmth of her mouth between your thighs while she worships your body higher up now instead.
The sensation almost feels too good after everything. Cassie’s lips finally close around one nipple and your entire body jolts instantly. “Oh my god—” you gasp while your fingers tangle immediately back into her hair.
Cassie moans directly against your chest at the reaction, tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive peak while her hand cups your other breast possessively.
The wet warmth of her mouth mixed with the scrape of her teeth nearly melts your brain completely. She pays attention to both of your tits like she’s making up for lost time too.
Every nipple gets sucked and licked until your breathing turns completely uneven beneath her. Cassie groans every time your body reacts harder for her, clearly addicted to every little sound you make.
“Been thinking about these all fucking day,” she mutters against your chest before sucking another nipple into her mouth harder. The praise and dirty little confessions mixed together make your stomach twist helplessly.
Her hands knead softly at your tits while her mouth worships every inch of skin she can reach, leaving wet kisses and faint bite marks across your chest in between moans.
But eventually it becomes too much.
Not because you want her to stop.
Because you physically need more now.
Cassie’s cock keeps brushing hot and heavy through your folds every time she shifts over you, and after the orgasm she just pulled from your body alongside all the teasing leading up to this, your cunt aches desperately for something fuller. Something deeper. Your hands tighten sharply in her hair again while another frustrated whimper slips from your mouth.
Cassie immediately glances upward from your chest, lips swollen and wet while her tongue flicks teasingly over one nipple again before she pulls back slightly. “What?” she asks softly, though the knowing look in her eyes makes it obvious she already understands.
You whine quietly beneath her instead of answering right away, hips trying to lift instinctively against the hard length dragging through your pussy. Cassie groans at the movement while one hand settles firmly against your hip to hold you still.
“Use your words,” she murmurs roughly before biting lightly at your breast again. That finally breaks whatever patience you still have left. “Need you to fuck me already,” you complain breathlessly while your thighs tighten helplessly around her waist. Cassie’s entire expression darkens instantly.
Especially when you add softly, “Need it raw.” The words hit her like a physical blow. Her cock visibly twitches against your cunt while a low broken groan leaves her chest immediately. “Jesus fucking christ,” Cassie breathes shakily while dropping her forehead briefly against your chest like she’s trying not to completely lose her mind all over again.
Cassie stares down at you for a long second after you whisper it.
Need it raw.
The words hit her like a punch straight to the chest. Her cock jerks heavily against your soaked cunt while another rough groan spills from her throat, low and wrecked enough that it sends heat flashing all the way through your body.
She looks completely ruined already. Hair messy against her forehead, lips swollen from kissing you, chest rising unevenly while she kneels between your spread thighs trying desperately not to lose control too early. You can physically feel how badly she’s struggling through the way her hands grip your hips almost painfully hard.
“Fuck, baby…” she mutters breathlessly while wrapping one hand around her cock again. The flushed tip nudges against your entrance slowly, gathering slick before she finally starts pushing inside you inch by inch.
The stretch instantly punches a broken moan out of your chest. Cassie’s cock feels thick and hot and so fucking hard after everything leading up to this, slowly forcing your pussy open around her while your back arches sharply from the mattress.
Every inch sinks deeper with wet dragging pressure until she finally bottoms out fully inside you. Then Cassie actually stops breathing for a second.
“Christ…” she chokes softly.
Because your cunt feels fucking unreal around her.
Warm and soaked and tight enough that her cock throbs violently the second you fully take her. Cassie physically has to freeze above you before she cums straight away. Her forehead drops heavily against yours while rough breaths spill from her mouth directly onto your lips, hips trembling hard from how tightly your pussy grips her.
You can feel her cock twitching inside you already, leaking warmth deeper while she tries to gather herself together enough to move properly. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard,” she groans weakly while her fingers dig into your hips.
The sound of her voice alone almost makes your cunt clench again. You shift beneath her instinctively, walls fluttering softly around her cock from the stretch and fullness, and Cassie immediately lets out this filthy broken moan that sounds punched straight from her lungs.
“Fuck— don’t do that,” she whispers hoarsely while her eyes squeeze shut briefly. But she’s already losing it. You can feel it in the way her thighs shake against yours. In the uneven way her hips twitch desperately like her body already wants to fuck deeper into you. The tension hanging between both your bodies feels unbearable now.
Then Cassie finally starts moving.
The first thrust drags almost completely out before she slowly pushes back into you again, and the wet sound it pulls from your cunt instantly makes both of you groan. Your mouth falls open immediately from the feeling of her stretching you all over again, cock dragging so perfectly against your walls that your thighs shake around her waist.
Cassie watches your reaction like she’s obsessed with it. Watches the way your face twists. Watches your lips part around soft moans every time she sinks deep enough to make your stomach tighten. “That’s it,” she breathes roughly while pulling out slower this time.
“Take my cock.” The praise mixed with the filthy drag of her thrusts sends another pulse of heat straight through your body. Cassie’s rhythm starts getting rougher fast too. Every thrust pushes deeper than the last until the bed begins softly creaking beneath both of you.
Wet sounds fill the room every single time her hips snap back into yours. Your pussy feels so soaked around her now that she slides perfectly every time she fucks into you, thick cock dragging slickly against your walls while your body keeps clenching harder the more desperate you become.
“Such a fucking pretty pussy,” Cassie groans while staring downward between your bodies. “Look at the way you’re swallowing me.”
The words make your cunt tighten instantly around her.
Cassie curses loudly the second it happens.
“Fuck— there,” she gasps while her hips stutter hard against yours. “Baby, you can’t keep doing that.” But she immediately starts fucking you harder anyway.
One hand hooks beneath your thigh and pushes your leg higher against her waist while the other braces beside your head, giving her a deeper angle that suddenly has her cock bullying perfectly against that spot inside you. The thrust punches a sharp cry straight from your throat.
Cassie groans loudly at the sound while her rhythm immediately turns rougher and more desperate. Now every snap of her hips forces another filthy wet sound from between your legs. The headboard taps softly against the wall behind you while Cassie fucks into you with messy needy thrusts that make your entire body shake beneath her.
Your nails drag hard down her shoulders while broken moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth every time her cock pushes deep enough to make your stomach twist tighter.
“You feel so fucking good,” Cassie groans breathlessly while sweat starts gathering along her chest. “Could stay buried inside this pussy forever.” The dirtiness of her voice mixed with the exhaustion still clinging to her makes everything feel hotter somehow. More desperate. More real.
Then her hand suddenly wraps around your throat.
The pressure is light at first. Just her palm sliding slowly upward while she keeps fucking into you hard enough to rock your whole body against the mattress. But the second her fingers tighten gently around your throat, your cunt clenches violently around her cock. Cassie actually moans at the feeling.
A deep wrecked sound that immediately goes straight through your stomach. “There it is,” she groans roughly while her grip tightens slightly more. “Knew you’d fucking like that.”
Your thighs twitch hard around her waist while pleasure flashes hot through your entire body every time she squeezes your throat during another thrust. The combination nearly melts your brain. Her cock keeps dragging perfectly against your walls while your body reacts uncontrollably beneath her now.
Every little choke makes your cunt pulse tighter around her. Every gasp from your mouth makes Cassie’s hips lose rhythm for half a second because she’s so fucking close already. “Pretty thing,” she mutters while staring down at your fucked-out expression.
“Look at you choking on nothing while I split this pussy open.” The filthy praise nearly makes you whimper. Cassie notices instantly and groans louder while her cock twitches hard inside you again. “Can feel you clenching every time I touch your throat,” she breathes shakily. “You’re trying to fucking milk me.”
And honestly?
Maybe you are.
Because you can physically feel how close she is now.
Her thrusts have become messy and uneven, hips snapping hard against yours with desperate little stutters every few seconds while rough groans keep spilling from her mouth uncontrollably. Cassie’s entire body shakes above you now.
Sweat glistens along flushed skin beneath the bedroom light while her chain swings wildly against her chest from how hard she’s breathing.
“Baby…” she groans weakly while her forehead drops against yours again. “I’m not gonna last. Fuck, I’m serious.” The confession sounds almost embarrassed beneath all the desperation. You can feel her trying so hard to hold herself together while your cunt keeps gripping tighter around her cock every time she thrusts deep.
“Don’t care,” you breathe softly while sliding your fingers into her damp hair again. Cassie’s eyes immediately lock onto yours. “Need you to cum for me.” The words visibly wreck her further. Her cock throbs violently inside you while another broken groan tears from her chest.
“You sure?” she asks weakly through another hard thrust. You nod instantly beneath her while your thighs tighten harder around her waist. “Been teasing you all fucking day,” you whisper breathlessly. “Wanna feel you make a mess inside me.”
Cassie nearly fucking snaps at that. Her hand tightens around your throat while her hips slam hard into yours again, cock dragging deep enough to pull another cry from your mouth. “Fuck,” she groans desperately while her rhythm completely falls apart now. “You say shit like that and expect me not to fucking lose it?”
Cassie barely even gets the sentence out before she breaks.
The last word dissolves into a wrecked groan while her entire body suddenly tenses hard above you. Her hand tightens instinctively around your throat as her hips stutter violently against yours, cock jerking deep inside your cunt while the first hot pulse spills straight into you.
The feeling instantly punches a sharp moan from your chest. Cassie curses loudly the second she starts cumming, forehead dropping heavily against yours while another thick pulse fills you almost immediately afterward.
“Fuck— fuck, baby—” she gasps helplessly, voice completely ruined now. Her thrusts turn messy and uneven as she rides through it, hips still snapping weakly against yours while her cock keeps twitching hard inside your soaked pussy.
You can physically feel every pulse of her orgasm deep in your stomach. Warm. Wet. Intimate enough that it nearly makes your cunt clench around her all over again.
Cassie’s entire body shakes above you while she cums embarrassingly hard after spending all day worked up and desperate for you. The sight alone almost makes your head spin.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Mouth hanging open with broken sounds spilling uncontrollably from her throat every few seconds. Completely fucked out from finally getting what she’s wanted since the moment your first photo lit up her phone screen at work.
“Christ… holy fuck…” Cassie groans weakly.
Her chain swings softly against her chest while another pulse spills inside you.
The sensation makes your thighs tighten instinctively around her waist while your hands immediately slide upward to cup her face. Cassie’s cheeks feel warm beneath your palms, skin flushed deeply while she struggles through shaky breaths above you.
She looks absolutely destroyed. Hair sticking slightly damply against her forehead now while her lips stay parted around soft breathless moans that keep escaping no matter how hard she tries to hold them back.
Your cunt keeps fluttering tightly around her cock every time another pulse fills you, and Cassie visibly loses it further every single time she feels you squeeze around her like that.
“Baby…” she whispers brokenly while finally opening her eyes again just enough to look down at you. The expression in them nearly melts your chest.
Exhausted. Overwhelmed. So fucking soft beneath all the rough desperate energy from earlier. You don’t even think before pulling her down into another kiss.
Your fingers curl gently against her jaw while your mouth crashes against hers hard enough to cut off the next moan falling from her throat. Cassie immediately kisses you back just as desperately. Her entire body practically collapsing against yours now while she continues spilling deep inside you through the kiss.
The sounds she makes against your mouth are filthy.
Low wrecked groans vibrating directly against your lips every time her cock twitches inside your cunt again. Cassie kisses like she’s still trying to chase the orgasm even while it’s already destroying her. Messy and needy and completely overwhelmed beneath your hands while your tongues slide together through shaky breaths.
You can taste yourself faintly on her mouth still from earlier too, mixed now with the soft broken sounds she keeps making every time your cunt clenches around the warmth she’s filling you with.
Her hand finally slips away from your throat before sliding shakily down your side instead, fingers dragging weakly over your skin while her body continues trembling above you.
“Fuck…” she breathes into your mouth while her hips give another helpless twitch against yours. The movement pushes her cock deeper inside you again, forcing another pulse of cum into your already soaked cunt. Both of you moan into the kiss at the feeling.
Cassie practically melts afterward. Her forehead presses heavily against yours while rough breaths spill across your lips between softer slower kisses now. You can physically feel how sensitive she’s becoming too. Every little squeeze of your cunt around her makes her whole body tense again.
“Still cumming,” she mutters weakly, almost disbelieving beneath another shaky breath. The confession sends warmth flooding straight through your chest.
You smile softly against her mouth before kissing her again.
Slower this time.
Your fingers slide gently through her messy hair while Cassie stays buried completely inside you, cock still throbbing faintly every few seconds while warmth slowly leaks deeper into your pussy. The intimacy of it nearly feels overwhelming after how filthy and rough everything had gotten moments earlier.
Cassie kisses you with this exhausted softness now that she’s finally let go completely. Every little movement feels heavier. Slower. Like her body physically can’t hold itself up properly anymore after cumming that hard. “You really didn’t care?” she asks quietly after a minute, voice still rough and breathless while she brushes her nose softly against yours.
The vulnerability in the question makes your stomach twist instantly. Your hands cradle her face a little more carefully while your thumb strokes lightly across her flushed cheekbone. “No,” you whisper honestly. “Thought it was hot.”
Cassie groans quietly at that and immediately hides her face against your neck. The movement makes you laugh softly beneath her because suddenly this cocky sharp mouthed woman who spent the whole night talking filthy to you is now blushing against your skin because she came too fast after being teased all day.
“You’re never sending me pictures at work again,” she mutters weakly against your throat.
You smile immediately. “That’s a lie.”
Cassie lifts her head just enough to glare at you tiredly, though the effect is ruined by how completely fucked out she still looks. Her lips are swollen. Her cheeks flushed pink. Hair a complete mess while her cock remains buried warmly inside you despite how sensitive she clearly is now.
“You’re evil,” she mumbles quietly. You only grin wider before your cunt squeezes around her again intentionally. Cassie instantly chokes on another moan and drops her forehead hard against your shoulder. “See?” you whisper sweetly while dragging your nails lightly through the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Liar.” Cassie groans weakly beneath you while her hips twitch helplessly from the feeling of your cunt still clenching around her oversensitive cock. “Baby, I swear to god,” she mutters breathlessly. “If you keep doing that, I’m actually gonna pass out on top of you.” But she still makes absolutely no attempt to pull out of you either.
A long stretch of silence settles between both of you afterward, broken only by the sound of uneven breathing and the occasional soft kiss Cassie presses lazily against your throat while she recovers. Her full weight stays draped over your body for a while, cock still buried warm and sensitive inside your cunt while your fingers continue playing absentmindedly through her messy dark hair.
The room smells like sweat and sex now, warm skin and slick sheets beneath tangled limbs while the bedside lamp casts soft golden light across Cassie’s flushed shoulders and back. Every few seconds your cunt gives another tiny squeeze around her and Cassie immediately groans weakly against your skin in response.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she mutters tiredly at one point, voice muffled against your neck while her fingers trace lazy circles against your waist. You only smile softly beneath her because she sounds completely fucked out now.
Exhausted in the prettiest way possible after finally letting go the way she needed to all night. Eventually though, Cassie finally lifts her head enough to look down between your bodies with a quiet groan.
“Sensitive,” she warns softly before slowly pulling her hips backward. The moment her cock starts sliding out of you, both of you moan quietly from the sensation. Warmth immediately follows after her, thick cum slowly leaking out of your pussy the second she fully pulls free.
Cassie notices it instantly.
Her eyes lock directly between your thighs while another low sound leaves her chest at the sight of her cum slowly slipping out onto the sheets beneath you. “Fuck…” she breathes quietly, clearly affected all over again despite how oversensitive she still is.
The sight alone sends warmth curling straight through your stomach too. Especially because Cassie’s expression changes immediately. Her eyes darken while she watches the mess she made between your legs with this tired hungry look that makes your cunt ache all over again. You could stop there. Probably should stop there. Cassie already looks exhausted enough to collapse.
But then another idea settles into your head instead. Slowly, your fingers slide downward between your thighs while Cassie watches curiously from above you. The second your fingertips gather some of the cum leaking from your pussy before pressing it gently back inside yourself, Cassie physically stills.
Her lips part immediately while her eyes follow every tiny movement your hand makes between your legs. “Baby…” she says weakly, almost sounding disbelieving now.
You only hum softly while your fingers continue slowly pushing her cum back into your cunt, slickness coating your fingertips while some still drips messily back down your thighs anyway. The filthy intimacy of it instantly sends another pulse of heat through both of you. Cassie groans softly the longer she watches.
Then you smile sweetly at her again.
“Lie down,” you murmur softly.
Cassie blinks once like her brain short circuits for a second.
“What?”
You tilt your head slightly while still lazily playing with the slickness between your thighs. “On your back,” you repeat gently. “C’mon.” Something in your expression immediately makes Cassie obey without another question.
Maybe it’s the confidence in your voice. Maybe it’s the fact she’s still completely wrecked from cumming inside you moments earlier. Whatever it is, she slowly shifts backward across the mattress before laying flat on her back beneath you, chest still rising unevenly while her cock rests flushed and sensitive against her stomach.
Her chain glints softly beneath the bedroom light while she stares up at you with cautious curiosity now. You can practically see her trying to figure out what you’re about to do.
The second she settles properly against the pillows, you pull your fingers slowly back out from your pussy again. Fresh slick immediately follows after them.
Cassie’s eyes visibly darken when another thin stream of cum slips slowly down between your thighs afterward. “Fuck…” she mutters under her breath while watching it drip lower.
You move before she can say anything else. Slowly climbing over her body until you’re straddling her stomach instead, knees planted on either side of her waist while her hands instinctively settle against your thighs.
The position alone makes Cassie groan quietly.
Because from where she’s laying beneath you, she can see everything.
Your soaked cunt hovering directly above her stomach while traces of her cum continue slowly dripping from you. The sight has her cock twitching weakly against her stomach again despite how sensitive she still is.
You notice immediately and smile to yourself. Then another drop finally lands against Cassie’s lower stomach. Both of you stare at it for one second too long. Thick and white against flushed skin beneath the warm bedroom light. Cassie lets out another low groan at the sight while her fingers tighten subtly against your thighs.
You slowly gather it back up with your fingertips afterward, dragging your fingers through the mess coating her skin while maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. Cassie watches every movement like she’s hypnotised now. Especially when you finally bring your slick fingers upward between your thighs again.
The second you start rubbing your clit with the mixture of your wetness and her cum, Cassie actually moans beneath you. “Holy shit…” she breathes softly while her head falls back slightly against the pillows. Your own body reacts instantly too.
Your clit already feels sensitive from earlier, and the slickness coating your fingers makes every little circle drag perfectly over it. You can physically feel how wet your cunt still is while your thighs spread wider over Cassie’s stomach.
Then you slowly slide two fingers inside yourself.
They slip in easily.
Too easily after everything Cassie just did to you.
The sensation immediately pulls a soft moan from your mouth while your head tips back slightly, fingers curling deeper inside your soaked cunt as you start fucking yourself slowly above her. Cassie’s hands grip your thighs harder the second she realises what you’re doing.
“Baby…” she groans weakly while staring directly between your legs now. Your cunt clenches instantly around your fingers while more slick drips messily down onto Cassie’s stomach beneath you. The entire sight feels filthy.
You spread out above her with her cum dripping from your pussy while you finger yourself using it to rub your clit at the same time. Cassie looks completely mesmerised by it. Completely consumed. “That’s it,” she breathes softly while watching your fingers disappear inside you again and again.
“Fuck yourself for me.” The encouragement sends another pulse of pleasure straight through your body. Your hips start moving faster above her stomach while your fingers thrust deeper inside your cunt, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot that already feels overstimulated from earlier.
Cassie watches the entire thing with dark blown pupils and parted lips while your moans grow softer and more desperate above her. “Such a fucking pretty girl,” she mutters weakly beneath you. “Making yourself cum on top of me.”
And honestly?
That’s exactly what happens.
Your orgasm hits hard and fast after everything.
One moment you’re rocking desperately against your own fingers while Cassie stares up at you completely obsessed with the sight, and the next your entire body tightens sharply above her. A breathless moan falls from your lips while your thighs shake around Cassie’s waist.
Your fingers keep fucking into your cunt through it while your clit pulses hard beneath the slick circles of your other hand, pleasure crashing violently through your stomach all over again. Cassie groans loudly beneath you the second your orgasm finally breaks fully across your face.
“Fuck, there she is,” she whispers wreckedly while your body trembles above her. Your cunt clenches hard around your fingers while another mess of slick drips down onto Cassie’s stomach beneath you during the orgasm.
The sight alone nearly destroys her all over again. Especially because you’re still straddling her while shaking through your release, flushed skin glowing beneath the bedroom light while soft broken moans keep spilling helplessly from your mouth. Cassie’s hands slide slowly higher along your thighs afterward, holding you carefully against her while you come down trembling on top of her body.
Your breathing stays uneven for a while after the orgasm finally fades, body still trembling faintly while you remain straddled over Cassie’s stomach beneath the warm bedroom light. The room feels soft and overheated now, sheets tangled beneath both your bodies while the only sounds left are quiet breaths and the occasional sleepy little groan Cassie keeps making every time she looks at you.
Her hands still rest heavily against your thighs, thumbs stroking lazy circles against your skin while she stares upward with completely blown pupils and flushed cheeks. You can tell she’s exhausted now. Not just physically either.
Emotionally wrung out after the shift, the teasing, finally getting home to you and losing her mind the second you touched her. Something about seeing her like this makes your chest ache warmly. Your fingers slowly slip back out from between your thighs afterward, slick and messy while traces of her cum still coat your skin.
Cassie’s eyes immediately follow the movement without even trying to hide it. The look on her face makes another small smile tug at your mouth. Then, without saying anything, you slowly bring your fingers toward her lips.
Cassie understands instantly.
A low groan leaves her throat while her eyes flutter half shut for a second.
“Jesus…” she mutters weakly before finally parting her lips for you.
The moment your fingers brush against her tongue, Cassie moans softly beneath you. The sound vibrates warmly against your fingertips while she slowly sucks them into her mouth, eyes locked lazily on yours the entire time. There’s nothing rushed about it now. No frantic desperation left after everything from earlier.
Just this slow sleepy intimacy settling between both of you while Cassie cleans your fingers carefully. Her tongue drags softly over your skin while she tastes every trace of slick and cum still coating them, groaning quietly every few seconds like she still can’t get enough of you even now.
The sight nearly makes your stomach twist all over again. Especially because Cassie looks so soft doing it. Hair messy against the pillows. Lips swollen. Eyes heavy with exhaustion while she sucks your fingers clean like it’s the easiest most natural thing in the world. “Still taste so fucking good,” she murmurs quietly after finally letting your fingers slip back out of her mouth with one last lazy suck.
Heat immediately flashes through your chest at the rough tiredness in her voice. You smile shyly despite yourself. Cassie notices instantly and groans softly. “Don’t look at me like that,” she mutters weakly while one arm slides around your waist.
Then she pulls you downward against her.
The movement feels gentle compared to everything earlier.
You let yourself collapse willingly into her side while Cassie shifts slightly beneath you to make room, arms wrapping securely around your body the second your chest presses against hers. Her skin still feels warm and slightly damp beneath your cheek while you settle comfortably against her.
One of your legs slides automatically between hers while Cassie tangles your bodies together without even thinking about it. The intimacy of it makes your chest ache softly all over again. Your face buries instinctively into the curve of her neck afterward, breathing in the lingering scent of sweat, hospital soap, and the faint metallic trace of her chain resting cool against your skin.
Cassie immediately sighs quietly above you the second you settle there properly. One hand slides slowly through your hair while the other rests low against your waist beneath the blankets. Neither of you says anything for a while after that. The silence feels comfortable now instead of tense.
Warm. Heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction while both your bodies slowly come down from everything. Cassie’s heartbeat thumps steadily beneath your cheek while her breathing gradually evens out beneath you.
Every so often her fingers still twitch slightly against your skin whenever your thighs brush together beneath the blankets. The room feels peaceful in a way it hadn’t all evening.
Eventually though, you can’t help it.
You tilt your head upward slightly against her neck, lips brushing softly against warm skin while Cassie glances sleepily down at you. Her eyes immediately soften further the second she sees your expression. “What?” she murmurs quietly while brushing messy hair away from your forehead.
You bite back a smile for a second before finally asking, “Dana really saw?”
Cassie immediately groans loudly beneath you. The reaction alone makes you burst into giggles almost instantly. “Baby,” she complains weakly while dropping her head back against the pillows. “Don’t start.”
But you’re already laughing properly now, shoulders shaking softly against her chest while Cassie’s face burns red all over again at the memory. “She really saw the lingerie?” you ask between giggles.
Cassie drags one hand over her face tiredly while glaring weakly down at you. “Enough of it,” she mutters. “Enough to make my entire fucking day miserable.” That only makes you laugh harder. Cassie tries to stay annoyed for another few seconds before eventually her mouth twitches upward too despite herself.
“It wasn’t funny,” she insists tiredly while rubbing lazy circles against your waist again. “Dana would not stop looking at me every time my phone buzzed after that.”
Your laughter softens into smaller giggles against her throat while warmth spreads comfortably through your chest.
“You’re so dramatic,” you murmur teasingly.
Cassie immediately scoffs.
“She literally asked me if black lace was appropriate attire for trauma rounds.”
That fully breaks you again.
You laugh so hard this time that Cassie finally starts laughing too beneath you, though hers sounds quieter and more exhausted while she buries her face briefly against your hair. “I hate both of you,” she mutters weakly, but there’s no actual irritation left in her voice anymore.
Only sleepy embarrassment and lingering affection while her fingers continue playing absentmindedly through your hair. Your laughter eventually settles back into softer giggles before fading completely while you stay curled against her side.
Cassie presses one final lazy kiss against your forehead afterward, arms tightening slightly around your body beneath the blankets. “Still worth it though,” she murmurs quietly after a minute. You tilt your head up curiously. Cassie only smirks faintly down at you despite how tired she looks now. “The pictures,” she says softly. “Absolutely fucking worth it.”
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