Page 36 of Sin (Salvation #1)
Sin
I wake up to find Cassidy has taken over my room. He’s sitting cross-legged on my bed, totally engrossed in whatever he’s studying, splitting his attention between two laptops and several open books. Occasionally, he stops to quietly dictate notes on his phone.
A wave of warmth hits me at the sight. I let him see all of me last night, and he didn’t run. Instead, he wrapped himself around me tight and didn’t let go. And he’s still here this morning.
Though he should be underneath the covers and in my arms.
So focused on his studies, he doesn’t even notice I’m awake until I reach over and push the books over the edge of the bed so they tumble to the floor.
Childish, I know, but I never claimed to be mature.
He looks over at me with an irritated furrow between his brows that I find is impossibly cute. “I was reading those!” he says in a fussy voice I recognize from our tutoring sessions. “And that’s no way to treat books.”
It is a focused and studious Cassidy in residence this morning, and I’m instantly intent on seeing how long it takes me to bring back the wild boy who screamed in my arms last night. I’m betting not very long at all.
“My bed’s not a library,” I tell him, throwing back the covers. He glances up from his computer at the movement, and his eyes freeze as they focus on my naked body. “And when you’re in it, I want to be the focus of your attention.”
“You—” he gulps, “you should probably sleep in pajamas,” he says.
“Nah. Too hot.” I make a show of stretching my body, each flex of my muscles just for him. A smug satisfaction goes through me when Cassidy licks his lips in reaction. “Plus, I’d just have to go to all the unnecessary work of taking them off when you come and climb back under the covers with me.”
“I’m doing some important research,” he insists, still not taking his eyes off me.
“We’ll be quick,” I lie to him, knowing I won’t be letting him out of my bed until I’m absolutely forced to.
He hesitates, obviously conflicted, but I know how to topple his self-restraint. He keeps saying he wants to learn how to pleasure me. Like sex with Cassidy hasn’t completely blown away every other sexual experience I’ve ever had. But if he wants to learn my body, maybe it’s my turn to play tutor.
“I really need to get back to my research,” he says, like the good student that he is.
“Shame,” I tell him. “I was going to lie back and let you have your way with me.” I take myself in hand and start stroking my cock. “But if you’re too busy,” I nod at his computers, “just go back to what you were doing. I can take care of myself.”
I try not to break into a victory smirk when he shuts both computers, carefully lays them on my bureau, and then crawls to me. I stop stroking my cock and put my hands palms down on the mattress, beyond excited for him to take the lead.
What’s that?” I ask, nodding at the two bandaged spots on his neck. Did you cut yourself shaving?”
He flushes and then gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head. I’m about to question him more when he looks at my cock and licks his lips, and all sentient thoughts fly out of my head.
Where should I start, he asks like a proper student.
“Just touch me,” I tell him. “You can improv from there.”
Shyly, he reaches out and runs his hand over my stomach. He watches, fascinated, as my stomach muscles pulse under his touch.
He leans over and drops a small kiss where his hand just touched, the tickle of his hair against my nipples sends shivers up my spine.
The old jaded, tried every position and kink in the books and out of them, Sin wouldn’t believe that such an innocent touch could have such a breathlessly excited effect on me, but that Sin was definitely missing out.
Not that I don’t plan on exploring every kink and position, Cassidy is up for with him, but the difference is that with Cassidy, I don’t think sex, even at its most vanilla, could ever be boring.
Cassidy proves me right by running a hand up my thigh, and it might as well be my cock by the way it thickens at the touch. He watches fascinated as it grows. He licks his lips but doesn’t seem ready to go any further.
”Why don’t you taste a drop of my precum?” I suggest, lowering my finger to collect a drop of it from my slit and then hold my finger out for him. “Want a sample?”
Ever so slowly, he rises up to accept a taste, his tongue darting out to lap it up from my finger.
At the taste, his eyes fly open, and his tongue comes out again in search of more, only to find my finger empty. At his pout, I put my hands behind my head and lean back. “Looks like you’re going to have to go straight to the source.”
We both look down and my cock, which is readily producing the precum he just found so delicious. “Buffet is open,” I declare.
Sometimes it is really great to be me.
He starts the way most of us learn how to suck cock.
The ice cream cone method. He swirls his tongue around my tip, lapping up my precum with obvious enthusiasm.
From the combination of Cassidy’s dexterous tongue doing figure eights around my tip and the visual of Cassidy’s mouth attached to my cock, I feel lightning-like sparks travel down my spine.
To my surprise, Cassidy doesn’t stick to his comfort zone of pretending my prick is a Dairy Queen soft serve, and swallows it down.
At being suddenly enveloped in the tight, wet heat of his mouth, I give an involuntary thrust deep into his throat.
I immediately shift back, but Cassidy stubbornly refuses to let me retreat and begins trying to take me in deeper.
“You don’t have to take me so far —” I say but the look he sends me that clearly states, I have your cock in my mouth so I’m the boss, promptly shut me up except for the grunts and moans he pulls out of me with increasing frequency as his oral skills exponentially improve with every slide of his mouth up and down my cock.
“You’re amazing,” I gasp out. “You take my cock so well.”
At the praise, Cassidy goes wild. He begins furiously slurping at my cock as he moans around it.
I swear I should record the sounds he’s making and put them on my playlist. They bring me to the edge, and when he multitasks and reaches up to give my balls a gentle tug, I go over.
“I’m coming,” I warn him, but he doesn’t release me, and I explode into his mouth.
As caught up in the jolts of pleasure overtaking me, the sight of Cassidy furiously trying to swallow all my come electrifies me even more.
I’ve collected another one of his firsts.
I’m the first cock he’s ever sucked. But that’s not good enough for me, I realize.
I want to be the only cock he ever sucks.