Second chance at love

Chapter 3

Cassie

His soothing voice was as cool as a rainy day. It was exactly what I needed to calm my shaking nerves. This was just not the night I had planned for. Everything was going so fine at the club with Lucy, until she got a call from her mum. It was an emergency and she needed to leave. I wanted to follow her, but she made me stay, telling me I needed to go ahead with the fun and the plan. I stayed behind, and I got to meet a cute guy whom I thought liked me. I had allowed him to trick me into going into his car for some privacy. I thought he only wanted to know me but we had only gotten into his car when he started saying how much he wanted to get into my panties. I knew this was a red flag and I wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. He locked the cars and was coming at me for a kiss. I regretted not leaving with my friend, what if the kind man hadn’t come to save me, what would have happened?

I watched as he ordered a drink for us both. His neatly groomed hair shone in the lights. He had a tattoo on his back which peeked out of his shirt. “Here, you go,” he handed me a glass. “You’ll feel better.” I downed the drink immediately, and he was right. This was just what I needed. I let out a belch suddenly and immediately regretted it when I caught his deep mysterious blue eyes starring at me in shock. “I’m so sorry,” I said, holding a hand to my mouth as embarrassment washed over me. Instead, he burst into laughter, revealing perfect shiny white teeth.

"So, what was that the earlier commotion all about?" he asked, leaning in closer to me. I could catch the smell of his enticing cologne. As I began to explain my recent misadventure, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his physical presence.

His shirt accentuated his every muscular contour, and his shoulders were as broad as a barn door. It was clear that he was someone who spent a lot of time at the gym. What's more, his wristwatch was a statement of luxury, a symbol of his refined taste.I was suddenly intrigued and shy in his presence.

So do you regret not having gone with your friend?” he asked, giving me a coy look which got me blushing all over again. I felt like I was sixteen. This guy was doing some things to me without even trying. “Well, if she had gone, I would not have been saved by you, and I wouldn’t have met you,” I replied, flirting right back at him. The night was feeling right and maybe I could finally do what I needed.

He smiled, taking my hand into his. “Do you have a plan for tonight?” The way his finger grazed mine was sending some delicious thrills through me. I couldn’t keep it together. “Well, do you?” He leaned in closer. “I’d like to spend the night with you, and show you what a real gentleman is.” I licked my lips, loving how everything was suddenly going forward. This was what I wanted. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, staring right into my eyes. “Yea,” I replied hoarsely, unable to s control my urges and excitement. Slowly, he leaned in even closer, eliminating every space between us, as his lips settled on mine.

Quickly, he ended the kiss, and taking me by the hand, whispered into my ears, “come with me.” Like someone under a spell, I followed him.

**

Several minutes later, I was following him into a room. As if guided by an invisible force, his hand found its way to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. The intensity of his touch ignited a fire within me, and my heart raced. Our breaths mingled, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

His kiss was intense, yet tender. Our mouths moved in perfect synchrony, exploring and discovering each other's taste and texture. Time stood still as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating blend of our shared emotions.

The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of us in our private sanctuary of passion. Every brush of his lips against mine sent waves of pleasure coursing through my entire being, awakening dormant desires I never knew existed. My head screamed to step away from him but my body pleaded for more.

We indulged in the depth of the kiss, each second stretching into an eternity. It was a dance of tongues and a symphony of shared breaths, a sensual exchange that left us both breathless and craving more. In that confined space, surrounded by the scent of desire and the rhythmic thump of our hearts, we were consumed by a magnetic pull that transcended all rational thought. Pivoting within his embrace, I pushed my hands inside his shirt to gain a measure of his chest. His body was warm and hard…so enticing. There was nothing I wanted more than to get naked against him. His mouth was firm and persuasive and I melted under him. All my body yearned for was the feeling of his weight over me—I was ready for the thrust of him between my thighs.

As if reading my thoughts, he carried off to the bed, all the while showering me with kisses. I had never felt this way before.

My body rocked against his while he cupped my breast in his hand, squeezing it roughly through the fabric of my dress, setting loose a great need for more contact. He reached down and pulled up my gown, hauling them up the length of my legs to gain better access. With a finger, he stroked the front of my thigh, making me shiver and gasp with need. My c**t yearned for that firm touch. I was already slick and hot. I was ready to be taken. If he touched me there I would not be able to stop myself from having him.

Just then, I realized I needed to tell him the truth. Taking every ounce of my body, I stopped him, both of us gasping for breath. His eyes were darkened with lust and passion. “What is it?” he asked in a husky voice. “It’s my first time,” I whispered, feeling both fear and panic. His eyes glazed over. “Then let’s make sure you don’t forget it.”

In that moment, a wave of realization washed over me, and I knew I needed to share the truth with him. Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I stopped him, both of us gasping for breath. His eyes were clouded with desire and passion.

"What is it?" he asked in a husky voice, his curiosity evident.

I whispered, my voice trembling with both fear and vulnerability, "It's my first time."

His eyes darkened further, and a sensual smile played on his lips. "Then let's make sure you never forget it." He moved his hand under my gown, directly between my thighs, where he stroked one finger along my folds. I was thrilled by his bold touch, moving my hips to help him. His fingers roved the territory of my intimate parts, leaving me wet and sticky between my thighs. I gazed up at him and rocked my hips, for better access. Then he lifted me, turning around so swiftly, with my bag against the bed, and my raised thigh in his grip.

The bulge showing through his trousers was large, his erect rod pressing against the fabric most insistently.

He nodded at my chest as he unbuckled his trousers with one hand. "Open your breasts for me."

Delightedly, I unhooked the knot of my bra and my breasts spilled free. While I did so, he stroked my thighs with possessive hands, and with his tongue, he suckled on my breast.

Slowly, he got on his knees, hanging my leg over his shoulders as he buried his head in between my thighs. His tongue danced over my sensitive places, making my hands fist in his hair. When he plunged his fingers inside me, I moaned low in my throat, letting him know in no uncertain terms that I was ready to be taken.

Squeezing my breasts in my hands. He ducked and began to suckle on one and then the other, while grazing the n*****s with his teeth.

“Oh!” I moaned against him, holding him tightly.

“Do you like this,” he groaned in a dark voice.

“Yes, I do,” I admitted with trembling breaths. “I love it.”

Quickly, he removed his finger and plunged into me and something deep inside me felt ravenous as pleasure rippled through me. He stopped suddenly and I gasped. He drew partially out and then slid back in, deeper enough for me to feel the friction. He pulled my thigh up and surged into me, away and back, farther and deeper again. As he was doing this, he kept sucking on my n*****s, one after the other. I locked my legs around his hips, moving in time with his thrusts, desperate to rise with him and slake our lust together. Our movement became frantic as his thrust became faster. I could feel emotions building up inside me and I could see his eyes, glazed over as both of us were about to c*m.

He groaned, driving in and out while I welcomed each thrust as it stroked my sensitive places pleasurably. He kept thrusting until the muscles in his neck stood out, and his lips parted as he worked into me. Then, when he opened his eyes and kissed me, I reached my climax, and my center tightened around his shaft.

As I held onto him tightly, he groaned with pleasure, and I felt him finally reach his climax as he shuddered and then collapsed beside me. I rested my head against his chest, a wave of satisfaction and relief washing over me, and a contented smile spread across my lips. We lay there together, in the warm embrace of the moment, catching our breath and savoring the intimacy we had shared.