I watch him briefly, taking in the way his chest rises and how his face is so relaxed. I’ve watched him often, but right here, he looks completely at ease. And so young. I forget how young he is. He’s full of wisdom and has gone through much too much for his short years. And his sisters…
Cassius Carr is by far the most glorious human I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. And I get to have him in ways no one else does. In ways I told myself I would not.
“Come here,” I say, my voice ragged.
His eyes pop open, and I raise a brow. He doesn’t move.
“I won’t repeat myself.”
He smirks. “Feisty today,” he comments as he pushes himself up and turns so his back is to me. I spread my legs, allowing him room, and he settles in as if we’ve done this a thousand times before.
He lays his back on my shoulder, and I run my hands along his stomach and chest beneath the water, taking in his curves and soft spots. Feeling him against me, the heat of the water, and his soft skin at the end of my fingertips has me calm in a way I didn’t think I could feel. Like a hole inside me has been filled and I can finally… breathe.
It’s clear Cassius does not have the same idea of relaxing when he starts to wiggle against me, and his movements only increase when my dick gets hard.
“You really are a brat,” I growl into his ear.
“I know what I like.”
“You want to be fucked, Cassius?” I ask, grinding against him.
“God, yes,” he breathes out.
With my hands on his hips, I urge him up and forward. He gets to his knees, forearms resting on the ledge, and I hoist him up even further, then lean down to drag my tongue through his crease.
He groans, pushing against my face, silently asking for more. I give it to him until I’ve had my fill, then I reach for the small bottle of lube sitting beside the shampoo and body wash. Afterlast night, I had the staff bring some up because I knew once wasn’t enough with him.
I lather it on him, passing over his hole a few times to tease but not enter him.
“You were prepared for this,” he breathes out, but I don’t miss the cockiness in his tone.
“Stop talking,” I say as I slide a finger inside him.
He groans, tightening around me. I work him open, just enough that he’s ready. I lift up higher, shifting my foot to get a good grip and slide into him.
His warmth wraps around me, clenching tightly around my cock. It’s a perfect fit, feeling as if I belong here.
“You take me so well.”
I run my hand along his lower back, then down his thigh. I lean forward to kiss up his back until I reach the base of his neck.
“Can I use you how I like?” I whisper.
“P-please do.”
I start to move, gliding in and out of him. The water splashes over the side, making a mess, but I keep fucking him. Harder. Faster. My instincts take over, and all I can think is to keep going, to keep showing him that he belongs to me and no one else.
“Har-Harmon, fuck… oh my—”
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“So good! Harder, please. Go harder.”
I adjust my grip on his hips and slam into him even harder. His skin is red, but I don’t let it deter me.
“Yes, like that,” he says. “Just like that!”
“Are you going to come for me again?”