Page 12

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cassius

“Cassy! Wake up!”

I bolt upright, my hand automatically going for the baseball bat I keep hanging by the side of the bed. Not completely alert, I fumble to stand, but Skylar’s there to push me back down onto the bed.

“Skylar!” I shout as I whip my head around wildly. “Where? Who?—?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, a pink flush on his cheeks as he nibbles on his bottom lip. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

My chest sags with relief. Rubbing my closed fists against my eyes, I sigh. “What is it, sunshine?” I peek open an eye to see that it’s four in the morning. “Why are you still awake?”

“I couldn’t go to bed,” he rushes out, and it’s just then that I notice he’s fully dressed. “I have a plan.”

I raise an eyebrow at that and pat the spot beside me. “What kind of plan?”

“I’m going to build the perfect boyfriend!”

“You’re going to…” I blink at him. “Have you been drinking?”

He gasps and slaps a hand over his heart. Shifting to the spot beside me, he grabs both my shoulders so he can shake me. “No, Cass! This is a brilliant idea! Just think about it!”

I am thinking about it, and maybe it’s because I’m still half-asleep, but it isn’t adding up. “You’re going to have to explain yourself a bit better.”

He groans with impatience and reaches toward the end of the bed for a bedazzled pink notebook he brought with him. When he opens up the first page, there it is:

How to Build a Perfect Boyfriend: Skylar’s Guide to Not Fucking It Up Again.

“Okay…” I say slowly, taking the notebook from him so I can look through the pages. “There’s nothing on here.”

He nods excitedly. “I know. That’s why I need your help. If I ever want to…”

His eyes start watering as he trails off. I frown and throw my arm over his shoulder so I can drag him to my side. Kissing the top of his head, I rub the top of his arm. “What’s all this about?”

“I’m still thinking about what happened at Elton’s the other day.”

My arm tightens around him as my breath hitches. “Yeah?”

I wait for it. The moment I’ve always known would come. Skylar hasn’t mentioned our mutually given orgasms since it happened, but maybe it’s time. He could have needed to process his thoughts and digest the reality of what we did. He could?—

“When they were making fun of me, it hurt.”

Another crack fractures my heart. I try to push away my disappointment for his sake and smile. “They weren’t making fun of you.”

“It sure felt like it.” He huffs with a pout. “I’m tired of this, Cassy. I want to build this list, because I’m tired of settling for losers. When the next one comes around, if he doesn’t meet all my perfect boyfriend requirements, I’m out.”

“And how am I supposed to help with this?”

“Duh, you help me build the list.” He giggles, snatching the notebook from my hand. “We’re going to find all the right things a boyfriend should do and add it here. Apparently, my judgement when it comes to guys can’t be trusted.”

I bite down hard on my bottom lip. This sounds like a terrible idea. Not the list, since that’s actually pretty smart, but my help is something that might just break me. Aiding Skylar in finding Mr. Right might just be my last straw.

When Knox so brutally knocked some sense into me earlier today, I was hellbent on telling Skylar my feelings for him. I was going to see it through, but when I went to knock on his door after I got home from work, I chickened out. Now, there’s this. Another way for my hardened heart to just completely get fucked before shattering. I’ve always said I’d do anything for Skylar, but maybe I’ve found my limit. Maybe?—

Then it hits me.

This is the perfect idea.

Little by little, by building this list, I’ll show Skylar that I’m the perfect boyfriend. We can have all these experiences together that’ll finally open his eyes. At the end of all this, I’ll tick off every one of his boxes, and he’ll have no choice but to see that Mr. Right was in front of him the entire time.

“It sounds like a great idea,” I tell him, my smile wide and maybe just a touch mischievous. “How are we going to do this?”

“You’re really going to help?” he asks, hope shining in his mismatched eyes. “Oh, Cassy, thank you so much!”

He scrambles until he’s straddling my lap and giving me sloppy wet kisses everywhere he can reach. He’s going on and on about our game plan—how we should start and what we should add—but a thought hits me.

“Are you still going to be dating while doing this?” I ask, cutting him off.

He tips his head as he considers it, eyebrows pinched in concentration. “Um, maybe not? I don’t think it’s too smart. If anything, I’ll just hook up.”

I give him a deadpan look. “You know, you could just not have sex.”

“Bite your tongue!” he shouts, lightly slapping my chest. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Cassy, I need to be fucked to function properly. What’s so wrong with that?”

Oh, well, I can name several things, but let’s leave that to a licensed therapist.

Without warning, I flip us until he’s on his back and I’m hovering over him. Hesitating for only a second, knowing this can end in disaster, I make up my mind. “You’re not fucking with random guys.”

He frowns. “How else am I supposed to get off? My hand just doesn’t do it for me, you know that.”

I do know that in vivid detail. I can still remember the two-hour long conversation we had a few years ago about Skylar being unable to make himself come on his own. Two excruciating hours where I had to pretend I wasn’t hard when Skylar meticulously described his masturbatory technique and asked for tips on how to get the job done.

Rolling my bottom lip between my teeth, I dare myself to make this next move. I tell myself it’s all for the greater good. It’s not selfish in the slightest… Okay, maybe it’s a bit selfish, but I’m beyond giving a fuck.

Starting today, Skylar is mine.

Even if he doesn’t know it yet.

“From now on, I take care of you,” I growl, slowly working up his shirt to expose his creamy pale skin. “No one touches you but me. You want to come, sunshine? You know exactly who’s going to get you there.”

“Cass,” he breathes out, squirming underneath me. “Will you really do that for me?”

He’s so sweet, so precious, so entirely innocent while still looking like bow-wrapped sin. I nod carefully and flatten my hand against his bare stomach. “Of course. You can’t be messing around with guys while you’re trying to build the perfect one. I’ve got you.”

“It’s safer this way,” he mumbles, almost talking himself into it.

“And I’ve proven I’m more than capable of doing it,” I point out as my hand migrates to his shorts.

“It could be fun.” He bites his lower lip through a smile and nods. “Can I make you come first, Cassy? It’s only fair since you’re helping me.”

I quirk an eyebrow at his adorable question. He wants to make me come?

Fuck yes.

I grin wickedly and dip down to brush my lips against his. Smiling against his mouth, I nod. “Whatever you want.”

With very minimal resistance on my part, Skylar slides out from beneath me. He guides my movements until I’m sitting on the edge of my bed and he’s on his knees in front of me. He reaches through the slit of my boxers for my cock. I’m already hard, this new facet of our friendship making all the blood run south, and it’s straining toward him like it wants to go back to its rightful owner.

“What are you going to do?” I ask through a gasp, squeezing my eyes shut when he gives me one purposeful stroke. To be sure he’s okay with this, I pet the top of his head. “Skylar, you don’t have to?—”

“You’re so big, Cass,” he mumbles absentmindedly, examining me like one would a piece of fine art. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“You what— Fuck !”

I can’t help the way I shout when Skylar wraps those perfect lips around my cock, sucking on my head like a damn lollipop, his tongue doing this sort of flicking motion that sets me wild. But I yank my hands away from him, unwilling to act on all the urges that suddenly hit me.

Like fucking his throat until he cries

Like using his hair as reins to bob him on my cock.

Like pulling him up, and flipping him over, so I can fuck that perfect princess pussy.

Skylar pulls off on a gasp, running his hands up and down my thighs as he gives me little kitten licks up my length. “I’m so grateful to you, Cass. Can you show me what you like? I promise I’ll like it too.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I rasp. Giving in, I dig one hand in his hair, causing him to yelp in pain. “Fuck, sunshine…”

“Yes,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut as he nods. “Do it. Fuck my mouth and come on my face. Slap me, punish me, do whatever you want.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I snap.

I shove my cock into his mouth and down his throat without letting him take in a breath. He gags, choking as saliva pools in the corner of his mouth, but he breathes through it. Like a fucking champ, he swallows, and the movement is like a massage on my dick, making me push down even farther until his face starts to pale.

“You like that, sunshine?” I bark, fucking back into him, making him moan, making him cry. “Like me fucking that beautiful tight throat of yours?”

He nods, sobbing around my cock as he claws and starts humping my leg, whimpering and whining and making me so damn hard.

“Yes, fuck yes, Skylar— What the fuck— Your mouth ,” I groan, finally letting go completely, finally giving in, finally caving to what I want and what I need. “Stay still, sunshine.”

He’s so perfect as he does what I say. He keeps his mouth nice and open for me so I can fuck his face, giving him every inch without mercy, and I marvel at his technique.

His fucking technique that he’s perfected with men other than me .

“Ever choked on this big of a dick before?” I growl, pulling out only so I can hear his reply. When he gasps instead of answering, I give him a rough slap on the cheek. “Answer me, sunshine.”

“No, no,” he cries, then tries to dive back down on my cock, but my hold on his hair won’t let him. “Give me it. More, Cass. Please .”

“That’s right, sunshine,” I praise, shutting him up with my dick. “Everyone’s been fucking pathetic up until now, right? What you need is my nice, thick cock to be happy.”

He hums around my length, batting my hands away so he can take charge, which I give him full permission to do. Using strength I didn’t know he had, he shoves my stomach until I’m falling back onto the bed and he’s scrambling to chase my dick. “Skylar!”

He doesn’t give me any time and goes to town on me, slurping and sucking and making me see stars. He’s like an animal as he grinds down on my leg, chasing his own relief. When he pulls off for air, he licks his way down my length and to my balls, popping one into his mouth and rolling it around on his tongue.

“There you go, sunshine,” I tell him as I pet the top of his head. “Suck my balls, just like that…”

“I want your cum,” he begs, jacking me harder, twisting my balls almost to the point of pain. “Come on my face, Cassius.”

I almost do, but I want something better. “Nah,” I rasp as I tackle him onto his back. Before he has a chance to even yelp, I’m shoving his ridiculous excuse for sleeping shorts over his ass and spreading his cheeks. “Need to come on this pussy. Hold yourself open for me, sunshine. Let me see that pretty pink hole of yours.”

He whimpers, body jerking as he does what I say. Spreading his cheeks, he wags his ass in the air like a treat, and I finally catch my first glimpse of his beautiful little asshole. Fuck, it’s perfect, just like the rest of him.

I stroke myself harder, angling my cock right at his entrance. “Fuck me, sunshine. Going to come all over you. Want to push it inside you and fuck you with it.”

“Do it,” he whines, pressing back so the tip of my cock rubs against his fluttering hole. “Fuck, Cass! Come!”

I do so with a roar, jet after jet of my release coating him, drenching him in me , and rightfully claiming what’s fucking mine. “Damn, Skylar. Look at that.” I rub my cum around his hole, only pushing the tip of my finger in. I want to bend down and lick it off him, spit it into his mouth, and do it all over again, but I hold myself back. “So fucking pretty. Such a nice pussy, sunshine.”

“I need to come,” he whines and turns his head so I can see the tears in his eyes. “ Please .”

I chuckle as I push my finger deeper into him. “Go ahead. Ride my fingers like the good princess you are until you come.”

“Touch me,” he begs, humping nothing but air as he rocks back onto my fingers. “Cass, I’m so close! Please!”

I take mercy on him and wrap my hand around his little cock. He’s so soft and warm, a perfect fit for me, and I can’t wait for the chance to get him in my mouth. I would now, but he’s desperately trying to come, and my perfect sunshine has earned this. Jacking him quickly, I let him use my fingers to his pleasure, and roar in satisfaction when his cum coats my hand.

“F-Fuck…” he breathes, still bouncing on my fingers like he can’t stop. “Please, fuck me. I need it, Cass. Need your cock in me.”

I shake my head as I slip my fingers out and pat his ass. “Not tonight. Right now, we’re going to sleep.”

He practically cries, and I have to chuckle at his stubbornness. I flip him over, urging him to hike his hips up so I can pull his shorts over that tiny little ass of his. He squirms as he sits up, pale cheeks a rosy red. “I’m all sticky.”

“That’s my wet fucking pussy you’re talking about,” I spit, squeezing his cheeks as I drag him toward me. “What do you say to me, sunshine? I gave you my cum. Be a good girl for me.”

Preening, his little cock tents the front of his shorts even though he’s just finished. “Thank you, Cass.”

“That’s more like it,” I groan, slotting my mouth over his, my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I taste my musk on his tongue. “Who’s taking care of you from now on?”

“You.” His dual-colored eyes are dazed as he whispers this, anchoring his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, Cass. You have such a nice cock.”

“Biggest you’ve ever taken.”

He throws his head back with a melodic giggle, and then winks at me. “By far.”

My heart soars, not just at the fact that I’ve impressed him with my size, but just at the sheer knowledge that now he knows what I can offer him. All those other fuckers are nothing compared to me. This is just another one of those steps in the right direction—the only direction—that will lead him straight to me.

“You okay?” I ask, gauging his reaction as I start to pet the top of his head. “Not too much?”

“No,” he sighs dreamily as he leans into my touch. “Just keep doing that and we’re good.”

I chuckle as I lie back and drag him on top of me. “Come on, then. Let’s go to sleep.”

I hold him tucked in my arms, safe and sound, giving him sweet touches and whispered coos until he falls asleep.

This might not be what Knox was talking about, but it certainly feels right to me.

I’ll get what’s mine if I’m patient. My perfect ray of sunshine can’t be pushed, and he can’t be controlled. He has to accept everything at his own pace.

If I just wait, I’ll get everything I ever dreamed of.