The Seduction of Cassidy Flint (Siren Publishing Menage & More) [NOOK Book]

"Touch me."

He wasn't surprised by the need in his tone, or at the desperation he felt, though he was a little appalled by it. If she refused him, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He took a step closer, one knee placed on the bed.

Cassidy stared, first at his powerful erection, then at him. He wasn't sure how many naked men she'd seen, but something in her eyes assured him she'd never seen one that pleased her as much as he did.

Crazy though it was, that thrilled him.

"Touch me, please, Cass."

She came up on one elbow, reaching her beautiful fingers toward him. A bead of moisture formed on the tip in anticipation, and he dearly prayed he'd be able to control himself if she actually did touch him.

The first sensation that flooded him when her gentle touch registered was relief. He ached, his blood was flooded with need for her, but he'd held firm at her touch. He wanted to be inside her so badly half his brain cells had shut down because of it. He'd never felt this need, this much desire, such urgent longing. He needed her to make him whole as much as he needed the blood to continue to cycle through his heart.

Her fingers circled him, and he groaned and wondered at the wisdom of his request.

She squeezed and whispered, "Velvet."

He knew he had to pull back.

He lay down beside her again. This time his finger began tracing the top edge of her panties, just beneath it and across the edge of her feminine curls. Her hand touched his face. He turned his head, placing a kiss in her palm.

"I've never met anyone like you."

He met her gaze, troubled that she'd sounded so surprised. He wondered what type of idiots she'd been datingthat couldn't see how amazing she was. Desire raced through his blood so strongly and so swiftly. He circled his hand around his own cock, stroking it to relieve some of the pressure. Her eyes widened as she watched his hand run the length of him and back.

He wondered about just making himself come and letting her watch. It would give him the chance to pleasure her. He groaned, the feelings so intense they were nearly crippling.

"Can I?"

He swallowed and removed his hand.

"Please do."

She pushed against his shoulder, and he went willingly until he laid flat on his back. She moved down the bed and straddled his thighs, the sight of her sending frissons directly into his cock. He watched intently as she reached out with one hand. One finger ran the length of his cock and gently over the tip. It was a brush so light he barely felt it, but fucking hell, it turned him on.

Her open curiosity as she brushed that one finger over the base and tip of his shaft was both endearing and infectious.

"Is it terribly sensitive?"

He choked on a laugh.

"Uh, yes." He drew a tense breath through clenched teeth. "Do you ever touch yourself, Cassidy?"

Her gaze flickered away, and her finger kept brushing over his cock. He reached out and closed his hands over her fingers, wrapping them around him.

"Squeeze me. Like this."

He pressed his hand over hers. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.

"That doesn't hurt?"

He laughed again.

"Not hardly. Tight is gooood. Trust me." He licked parched lips. "Squeeze and move your hand to the tip, then back."

She did, hesitantly at first. He delighted in the sweet torture she applied, needing a release desperately.

"Do you want to take me in your mouth, Cass?"

Her eyes flared, her hand stopping its movement as she stared, first into his eyes, then at his cock. He was about to take back the question when she leaned over and tentatively took the tip of him into her hot mouth.

"Oh, good Lord, yes! Fuck me with your mouth, Cass. Do you know how?"

She didn't answer, simply settled herself more directly between his thighs and slowly sucked his entire cock into her mouth.