Love without Trust
Cassandra gasped as Stone appeared in her bathroom mirror. She was now thankful that she had decided to keep her towel on, instead of taking it off like she was used to. Though, she'd actually expected Jones to be the one to try and sneak a peek. Not Stone. He didn't even like her.
No, that wasn't right. He liked her, he just didn't trust her. That still confused her. She wasn't exactly sure how you could like someone without being able to trust them. Yet, Stone seemed capable of that.
She tried to cool the blush on her face as Stone walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Cassandra had to refrain from moaning as he slowly leaned against it, his dark eyes watching her carefully, licking his full lips. She shut down her brain before she went into hyper drive. "What are you doing here?" she asked, slowly turning around and looking at him, not his reflection in the mirror.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he advanced upon her until she was backed against the bathroom sink, his arms cadging her in. She felt his breath fan over her face and swallowed thickly. She felt the arousal start deep inside of her. She'd been fighting it for so long, but with him this close and herself this…naked, it was hard to ignore it. "Stone?" she tried again.
"Shh." He leaned in closer, his lips brushed against hers and Cassandra gasped, jerking her head away. He had to be drunk, or under the influence of some magical object. Had to be.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Now it was getting harder to keep her brain from going haywire. She was having sensual overload.
"I'm sick of watching you walk around here with your little naïve innocence and frilly dresses. And seeing you in your bra and panties holding the Apple of Discord? You just about dropped me to my knees." His hands moved from the porcelain sink to her waist. They slowly moved up her hips, over her sides to the top of the towel. His big fingers flirted with the top of it. Cassandra was suddenly terrified that he was going to open it. She didn't know what her brain would do then. She'd probably go on a three hour tangent. "I'm sick of fighting this attraction I have for you."
She shook her head, desperately trying to focus. "Wait, wait, wait!" She managed to get a hold of her bearings and pushed him away. He seemed shocked and amused at the same time. "What are you talking about? You don't even trust me!"
He shook his head, ran a hand through his hair before settling them on his hips. He looked so…delectable. "Damn it Cassandra, I told you, trust ain't got nothin' to do with it." His thick country accent came out when he was upset and it did things to Cassandra's sex drive. If he kept that up she wouldn't be able to resist him, even though she knew she should.
"And I'm telling you…cowboy, that I'm not going to get into a relationship with someone who doesn't trust me." She glared at him and pushed past him. She needed to get clothes on. If she had clothes on she could think better.
Stone caught her arm and pushed her against the wall. Cassandra gasped as her back collided with the tile and the towel started to slip. She quickly moved to grab it but Stone grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head to the wall. "Who said anything about a relationship?" he asked, his eyes piercing into hers.
She narrowed her eyes. She might seem innocent, but she was far from that. "I'm not going to just sleep with you so you can get your rocks off." She tried to pull her hands free. Her towel was going to fall any second. To distract herself from Stone's eyes and the way he was looking at her she did the math in her head. She had fifteen seconds before that towel hit the floor.
"I think you should."
Fourteen.
"I think it could be fun."
Thirteen.
"You and me—"
Twelve.
"—in a big, big bed."
Eleven.
"Darlin', I could teach you…"
Ten.
"so many things I could…"
Nine.
"make your head spin."
Eight.
He was already doing that.
Seven.
She looked up at him.
Six.
She tried to pull her hands free.
Five.
"Come on Cass."
Four.
"You know you want to."
Three.
"Just say yes."
Two.
"I'll be gentle."
One.
"Promise."
Cassandra shut her eyes as the towel finally left what little grip it had because of her small breasts and hit the floor between them. She didn't want to see the loon on Stone's face. She didn't want the humiliation to sink in. She could fight it off. As long as she kept her eyes closed. Stone groaned and his grip on her wrists tightened. "Cassandra, look at me." She shook her head. She needed to keep her eyes closed.
"Cass," he growled. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked into his. They were dark, swirling with lust. He wanted her. That was all she saw in those eyes. There was no reason behind it; there was no judgment, nothing but pure want and need…for her. "You tell me you really don't want this and I'll walk out that door." His eyes shifted over her body, taking her in. "But you tell me you don't want this and I'll call you a liar."
She searched his eyes. He wasn't kidding. He really, really wanted her. And he was right, she did want him too. She bit her lip and looked down. She realized just how naked she was and her embarrassment came rushing back. Cassandra started to cover herself but Stone pushed her hands tighter against the wall and stared into her eyes. "Answer me Cassy."
She bit her lip, then licked in. "I…" She didn't know what to say. Oh, what the hell. Cassandra pushed up on her toes and crashed her lips against Stone's. He groaned, his hands finally releasing her lips to wrap around her waist. He pulled her tight against him and Cass could feel his hardness, pushing against his jeans. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue sensually stroked her lips, begging entrance. She let him in. Her arms went around his neck, her fingers tangling into his hair.
Cassandra gasped when his huge, rough hands grasped her ass and picked her up, pressing her back against the wall. His lips moved from her lips, across her jaw to her neck. She dropped her head to the side, rubbing her hips against him.
Contrary to popular belief around the library, Cassandra was far from a virgin. She'd gone through a rebellious stage. She figured if she was going to die then she might as well have the time of her life—what was left of it. Her hands finally left his hair and started to make quick work of his button down. "Stone?"
"Hmm?" He was kissing her neck, his hands cupping and gently caressing her breasts.
"Remember how you said you were going to teach me a few things?" She finally had his shirt undone and was working on his belt. She gasped and arched her back off the wall when he lightly pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
"Mhm."
She smirked a little. It was nice to know that he couldn't even form proper words. "Yeah, well, I'm going to teach you a few things." She took his cock into her hand and started to stroke it. Stone almost dropped her as the sensations rocked straight to his brain and he groaned, his hands falling from her body to brace them both against the wall.
"Oh hell," he groaned. "Are you trying to kill me?"
Cassandra giggled. "Not yet." She rolled her thumb over his tip. He growled and cupped her sex with his hand and ground his heel against her clit. She lost her rhythm as pleasure shot straight through her, white hot, and oh god she'd missed this. "Oh, god, Stone," she moaned out. He moved their hands out of the way and lined up their bodies before looking up into her eyes, silently asking if she was absolutely sure. They were beyond words now. Cassandra slipped herself down in his arms until he was starting to push inside of her. That was all he needed.
Stone slammed his hips forward, his cock burring deep inside of her. Cassandra threw her head back against the wall and nearly screamed, her body adjusting to the intrusion, loving the stretch, the way he filled her. She couldn't remember something feeling this good ever. Her brain was shut off. All she knew was the intense pleasure he was giving her and his hard body against hers.
"Shit, you're so tight. You are trying to kill me." Cassandra wanted to argue with him but she didn't have the breath. Every nerve in her body was ignited. "You gotta keep it down, Cassie." Stone buried his head in her neck, his lips, tongue, and teeth attacking her skin. That only made her louder. Stone finally covered her mouth with his hand as her nails clawed at his shoulders. She could feel that tight ball of heat coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. It wouldn't be long before she exploded.
She moved her head away from his hand. "Jake, I'm close." He smirked and sped up his thrusts. Cassandra cried out loudly as her orgasm hit her, clawing its way through her body and exploding behind her eyes with white hot intensity. She faintly heard Stone groan, a dark, primal, male sound before he was shuttering against her.
Trying to catch her breath Cassandra slowly pulled away until she was looking down into his eyes. He slowly lifted his head, his messy hair falling into his eyes. She didn't know who moved first but one minute they were looking at each other in the throes of post orgasmic bliss, the next they were kissing again and he was carrying her back to the shower, holding her with one arm, using the other to start the water.
She'd meant what she said. She didn't want a relationship where there was no trust, but she had a feeling she wasn't going to get a choice. She could feel herself already falling for this gorgeous man in front of her.
Later, after they'd emerged from the shower, they found, Eve, Ezekiel, and Jenkins standing around the table in the middle of the annex. They all looked up and Cassandra could tell from the looks on their faces that they not only knew what had happened, but they had heard them as well. She was really hoping no one was going to say anything. But, she knew Ezekiel better than that.
"So, guess this means you two worked out whatever it was going on between you?"
Cassandra felt the blush on her face and quickly avoided eye contact. "Jealous, Jones?" Stone came to stand beside her and put an arm around her waist. She looked up at him. He just winked and brushed some hair behind her ear. Maybe she was slowly gaining his trust back? Even if she wasn't, she knew they were in for a bumpy ride ahead.