She found herself being picked up and deposited so she was sitting on the edge of the desk. Their lips finally met as they each caressed the other. It was as if Tank was using the Braille method to burn the memory of her body into his brain. He was driving her crazy with lust.
Cassidy grabbed the back of his head, and their kisses deepened. Everything ramped up, became more intense. She could feel her desire building as her core tightened with need, as they both breathed heavily.
Cassidy decided to do a little exploring of her own. She’d expected him to be fit, but she found he was ripped. Tank had broad shoulders and firm abs, the bulges in his arms, and the small tuft of hair across his chest and sent liquid heat straight to her center. Then her hand traveled south, and she felt the hair just above his manhood.
Cassidy discovered that he was a real man. Solid, robust, and firm. Nothing like she imagined the childish boys who haunted the area frats would be.
Tank’s fingers dragged across her thighs, igniting a small series of explosions of erotic joy as he parted her thighs and found her center. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips traveled south. He knew just the right amount of pressure to exert on her sensitive nipples. This was not the inexperienced fumblings she’d learned to expect of anyone other than David.
And then, finally, finally, his fingers began to pleasure her sex.
Cassidy whimpered in frustration. With Tank moving around, she’d lost her grip on his manhood. She would have forcibly pulled him to where it could do the most good if it were within reach. Cassidy looked down between them and saw that he was ready. It was curved upward as if pointing where it wanted to be.
Then Tank did something with his fingers that caused her to suck in her breath.
“Do you like when I touch you there?”
He did it again.
“Does it feel good?”
Cassidy’s entire body tightened like an overstretched string waiting for release. Then it was as if that string snapped, and she came harder than she’d ever come before.
Tank chuckled as she convulsed on the edge of the desk. The intoxicating sensations rolled over her body again and again. She slumped forward as her forehead found itself against his shoulder.
His hard cock touched her inner thigh. Cassidy’s hand darted down and grasped it. Like every other part of him, it was thick and long with the promise of never-ending pleasure. He let her guide his movements. She placed the head against her clit and rubbed it in circles for a moment. Then she slid it between the lips of her pussy.
“I take it that it’s been a while since you were last touched. I’ll be gentle,” Tank promised.
He pressed the head of his dick into her opening. Still, he didn’t push forward but instead gave her a teasing kiss on her neck and then collarbone. Then Cassidy felt his lips caressing her earlobe.
“Tell me what you want. I need your permission,” Tank said as she felt the head of his dick throb.
Even now, in the throes of passion, he was concerned about her well-being. He was beyond any fantasy she’d ever imagined. Cassidy looked him in the eyes and smiled. If all she’d ever seen was his sexy smile in return, she would have instantly been wet.
“I need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard,” Cassidy said.
Euphoria seized her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and Tank positioned himself right over her. The press of his cock, stretching her, stole her breath away. He moved slowly but confidently until their pubic bones rubbed together.
As he began to move, Cassidy finally understood why David was a slut. This was what sex really was.
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Cassidy came home, rounding the corner into the kitchen. She pulled up short. Standing before her was David, who suddenly had the biggest smile she had ever seen on his face.
“Someone got lucky.”
She gasped.
“How … no …” Cassidy stammered, not knowing what to say.
“Next time, take a comb with you. It will fix that just-fucked-looking hair.”
“David!” she whined.
He got a superior look on his face.
“Don’t act like that. I want you to remember all the times you called me out on my walk of shame. It’s payback time.”
Cassidy tried to step around him, but David blocked her way. She was contemplating putting him down when she saw Ruth raise her eyebrow in warning. Cassidy’s shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Who’s the lucky guy?” he asked in a sing-song voice as he danced around.
“You keep teasing her, and I won’t be held responsible, sir,” Ruth said to make Cassidy’s day.
“See. Even Ruth doesn’t think I should tell,” Cassidy said defiantly.
“I didn’t say that, ma’am.”
David stuck his tongue out at Cassidy. He was a brat.
“You might not like it,” she warned.
He groaned. She knew he thought it was either Matt or Oliver.
“Just say it.”
“Tank.”
David blinked a few times as his head wrapped around her announcement. Then he shrugged, as if to say he was okay with her choice. Then David did a very David thing: he pulled her into a hug.
“Are you okay?” he asked seriously.
“Yes. He was wonderful.”
“Are you two together?”
Cassidy pulled David down and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“No. We were clear that it was just sex. I would be open to it happening again, though.”
“As long as you’re okay. That’s all I care about,” David said and then added, “Just tell me if I need to have a word with him.”
She hugged his neck hard. It was hard enough to find one man to treat her right. Now she had two.
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Chapter 17
Colleen
David A. Dawson was Colleen’s make-believe boyfriend. Oh, he was real enough. He just didn’t know he was her boyfriend. Yet.
Why a make-believe boyfriend? The best answer was that she wasn’t ready to have a real one, and her grandfather used to tell her to dream big or go home. So why not pick the best one you could imagine?
David was drop-dead gorgeous. His abs should be put on display in some sex-god museum. As far as male posteriors went, his was borderline perfection, halfway between Adonis and Michelangelo’s David. His pants rode his lean hips that tapered down into a pair of muscular legs. And if the pictures on the internet were real, the rest of him was even more impressive.
Colleen had decided on a make-believe boyfriend because she was done with men. Dreaming about David helped her start to move on and get over a near-legendary heartbreak.
And how sad was that? Colleen was twenty-two years old, and she’d only loved one man. Bart had been her college sweetheart. He’d been her TA her freshman year. After four years, Bart was getting his Master’s in Fine Arts as she was in the home stretch of obtaining her BA. They were both enrolled in USC’s School of Cinematic Arts. More specifically, the Film and Television Production Program.
After dating throughout college, Bart asked Colleen to marry him the summer before her senior year. Half a year later, he dumped her on Valentine’s Day. There’d been a massive blowup in the middle of a fine restaurant, which they were asked to leave. It had only been four months, and it still felt like part of her was dying every time she looked at her bare left hand.
Looking back, Colleen had never been very successful with boys. During her junior year of high school, she was convinced that she was deeply, madly in love with Dan Kilroy. He was this nerdy sophomore who somehow got the nerve to ask her to the homecoming dance. Three months later, they were contemplating doing the deed.
Colleen’s mother had to work late while her dad was off casting a movie, so plans were made. It was going to be everything a girl dreamed of for her first time. The problem was that Dan had no clue what he was doing. That afternoon, Colleen came to understand why teenage girls liked older boys for boyfriends.