Warnings: Het M explicit, put the kids to bed, and turn out the lights, folks. Plus, the tone is Cassie specific, so more nature and less urban than Castle canon (and most fanfic I've read). Nothin' but steam here, but I promise the bromantic banter will return with good times in Chapter 4. Will you admit to your smutty preferences, with a review, if I say "please"? ;)
Chapter 3:
Ryan watched warily as the passionate kisses between Javier Esposito and Cassandra Stone approached a rolling boil. With so much obvious passion between the actress and his BFF, he was feeling very unsure about how he fit into tonight's plan, and more than a little concerned that she wanted him there just to watch. Easy to forget the little guy.
But Kevin soon forgot that worry.
With visible strain, Cassandra pushed herself away from Javier, resting a hushing finger over his still searching lips. Despite his shallow panting, Espo managed to control himself when she motioned again for silence, with a single finger pressed vertically to her own wet mouth. With effort, Javi forced himself to downshift. He didn't really believe it would be that easy, not with a woman like Stone.
Cassandra knew, with every ounce of her, the very first thing she had to do was return to that safe harbor inside Kevin.
In the dark, Ryan stood awash in blue moonlight, awaiting her procession across the room. Her urgent hands lead her straight to his top shirt button, which she flicked open, in order to kiss the smooth chest beneath. The embrace of sensation wrapped two strong arms around her, and pulled her into the private world that only his touch could create. His skin commuted her to a sanctuary, holy, quiet, and peaceful. Above her, blue and gold light filtered down through the stained glass windows in his eyes. She flooded with the urge to worship here, to kneel, and pray.
With a pop of the second button, she kissed his sternum, then peeled his jacket down off compliant shoulders. One button, one kiss...one more button, another kiss. She continued down her clearly marked path, until his belt blocked her progress.
When she tugged the front of Kevin's shirt out of his pants, the idle Javier decided to sit down in the armchair next to the fire, collecting the ice water from the mantle. Javi was fairly skeptical about watching his partner be undressed, but watching Cassandra in such an act of intimacy was exactly how he had come to adore her, all those years ago. As voyeur, he reconciled that he was getting his own private demonstration of her talents, a live screening, if you will. Mesmerized by her single-minded grace, he decided not to overthink it, and just watch what happened.
For a moment, Kevin's apologetic eyes searched Javi's face for some sign of absolution. The reflexively over-considerate young detective had no interest in making his best friend uncomfortable, even for his celebrity dream girl. Finding his partner's features flat, he shrugged at Espo helplessly.
But that all ended when Stone bit into the sensitive skin on Ryan's navel. Instantly, Kevin's eyes clamped closed, and his access to the outside world slammed shut. As far as he could tell, he and Cassandra stood alone in their sanctuary.
For Ryan, time stopped. The click of his belt unlatching echoed inside him. The ripping sound of his zipper rumbled through his core. Something cold, a quick jolt, and the elastic on his boxers fell slack. The winding pleasure of her tongue, slowly exploring the trail of hair down his navel, was pierced repeatedly by her teeth. Between bites, the endless anticipation was invaded only by the occasional 'snap' of moisture escaping from logs in the fireplace.
She bit with the desire to take a delicious chunk of his sweet butter cream body for herself, barely able to let go before she broke skin. Each sharp dig sent a twinge down Kevin's legs, making him grateful for each bite. Without the brief pain to punctuate his pleasure, he felt sure he would float away in airy disbelief.
"Saint fucking Christoper, this is really happening, isn't it?"
Kevin's silent cross-examination ordered his senses to give him a second report for verification. He flipped his eyelids open to take a split-second snap shot of her position below him. The image captured her hair shining in lustrous reflection of the hearth blaze, which he hastily burned into the back of his eyelids for later review.
From the back, he appeared fully dressed. From the front, she clearly hollowed a tunnel from his mouth, down his chest, into her mouth. Their own private channel. She sucked the light salt and sweetness off his skin, then licked her way further down to find a new place to bite, this time just a light prick of her teeth. His groin screamed to be included in this torturous game, causing his muscle to pulse inside what was left of his boxers.
The wanting that comes from years of fantasy is really something outside the realm of a one night stand, or any lover, really. Every Ryan, past and future, was watching over his shoulder: 10 year old Ryan masturbating in bedcovers, 20-something Ryan idolizing Stone at the movies, 30-something Ryan maybe ready to marry, and 50-something Ryan taking stock of his life's most amazing moments. His time-bending mind, told each of them this was real, in hopes he would start to believe it himself.
Just when he thought his hips might buck from the unbearable pressure, she used both hands to gently guide his semi-hardness out and into her mouth.
His taste reminded her of vanilla and butterscotch, with the intimate smell of skin that rarely sees sun. She licked the underside of his head and explored the slit for pre-cum that might tell her more. She held and licked his length like an ice cream cone that might melt, if she didn't give every angle her attention.
His length grew immediately in her hands, eliciting a little squeal of anticipation from Stone. Sucking his head in, she reached around the soft skin of his inner thighs, using her elbows to create enough room for her to explore the crease where his legs met his groin, tracing every inch under him. Both her hands reached up to grasp his buttocks from inside his pants, bowing his body closer, and pulling him deeper into her mouth.
Humming with her own excitement, she started a gentle rhythm. His dick seemed made for eating, delicious and smooth. She felt no need to rush, but moved faster in her desperation to hear him groan a little, to corroborate her perceived effectiveness.
Mutely he prayed, "Oh fuck, Lord, let me hold out long enough to enjoy this."
In the rhythm, helpless Kevin Ryan hardened to steel. She tightened her hand around the base of his shaft to help accentuate the strokes. Her own wetness marked her rising internal ache, her core thrumming gratefully to echo his pleasure.
"Auuuugh...aughhhh" A long winding groan roared through him, scrubbing away every stress in his body.
He couldn't feel his legs anymore, but was vaguely aware that his chest was curling forward in ecstasy. He tried not to come, but it felt blasphemous to think about anything else but this gift she was giving him. The gift he had been fantasizing about for years, whenever he needed to come quickly.
Her left hand on his perfectly cooperative ass was thrusting him a little deeper each time. Cassandra's middle finger buried itself between his cheeks, until it found the sensitive pucker hiding between them. One quick press against his anus shot a high pitched squeak from Kevin's pursed lips. With three more pulls, he was coming in her mouth, shuddering from the detonating force of it.
While his head spun thoughtlessly in vertigo, she had time to drape something over his eyes, and scoot something into the backs of his knees. He couldn't control the rubber feeling in his legs anyway, so he happily collapsed into the cushy loveseat behind him, certain he was the most happily incapacitated man alive.
Javier enjoyed watching more than he thought he would, 'must've been those three shots of tequila,' he reasoned. He wasn't so keyed up anymore, but he'd been patient enough, and crossed the room, to stand near the foot of the bed.
"Water?" Javi offered her the glass.
While she was drinking, he started peeling off her wide belt, with no intention of asking her for permission. Unstrapped, her dress hung loosely, exalting her body with one less constriction, circulating air to skin too long constrained. In gratitude, Cassandra's mind came back to Javier.
After the last two encounters, Cassie was a little anxious that his heat would be too much, move too fast. But now she was grounded in a subterranean spring that Ryan had laid in her, and Javi was working more slowly this time. Steadily, he drew her knee to his navel, so he could unzip her left boot, then her right. With her hard edges gone, she looked much more vulnerable. He spread his legs to match her reduced height, reached down, under her dress, and sent fingers searching upward for her waistband, then knelt to peel her legs free of their confinement.
With every expanse of skin he uncovered, the night felt more alive. He raised himself to reveal his single minded purpose, pouring all his desire through two resolute mocha eyes. In their dark centers, Cassie could see the fireplace flames dancing. His unwavering stare left no room to wiggle around uncertainties. She was caught by him. Somehow, she didn't feel trapped though. She felt claimed, in a curiously inarguable way.
This was definitely a sensation she could dive into for hours. He lifted her dress over her head, and raked his hands down the sides of her body, stoking a host of new sensations on her now fully naked skin. The sound of buzzing locusts rose in her ears from the tactile contact.
Her hands moved on their own to remove Javi's shirt. Soon they were full of his bare chest, his muscled shoulders, his biceps, his back. Every bulging hardened curve painted in golden firelight sent twinges down her pelvis. Without warning, he lifted her to the bed, as if she were weightless.
Everywhere he touched her awoke the most vibrant teleporting images. She became part of the night. With his hands mapping her body, her breasts became the Amazon. Her shoulders the tree canopy. Her back the rich earth. Her hips writhing with animals. She felt herself being pulled to the foot of the bed, widened, his hot breath between her legs.
Javi quietly informed her pussy, "I'm gonna rock your world, Mamacita."
The first slow lick of his tongue brought a light summer rain. With careful attention, he outlined her every fold and curve, noting every place that awarded him a gratifying noise. She couldn't hear the moans from her own throat. All she heard was the rainforest. The ache in her walls was the current pulling the river. It wound back and forth without end, longing for the sea. Lick after circular lick, the pressure of his fingers traced her opening, pressed inside her, curled against her heights and thrust against the deepest dam in her. His tongue moved fast and slow, while wet fingers found every sensitive opening. She felt herself being hurled over waterfalls, orgasmic over and over, but none of them brought her to the end of desire.
Suddenly, she was left to float restlessly alone. Her heart rate tried to calm, her panting slowed, her muscles unclenched, the sweat under her neck began to cool. After a moment her eyes tried to open, but she couldn't tell if she was still dreambound. At the foot of the bed approached what appeared to be a glistening Aztec god, bronze and glowing in firelight, fully erect, naked except for the condom. Her insides begged to envelope him.
Pulling her legs over the side of the bed, he finally broke the silence, with a strenuously slow and measured command,
"Say please."
Before her "please" was fully out of her mouth, he thrust inside her, and again, and again. With strong deft hands, he rolled her squarely on her belly. And after a readjusting stroke, he broke into an athletic pace. This idol replaced all the waiting and aching, with his impossibly hard and fast impacts, deep inside her. She couldn't fully feel out the pleasure of one thrust before another began.
Mighty hands gripped her hips, expertly guiding them into the longest stroke he could manage, without once leaving her. His pace was impressive and unrelenting, each new crest of pleasure seemed to spur another wind, and renewed vigor. Every slam against her pelvis made the pleasure more real, and made her somehow more human, and infinitely more alive. Time twisted in the continual syncopated onrush. She couldn't tell how long it was before she was coming unbearably hard, closing around him. Her squeezing entrance robbed him of his determination, and replaced it with a freight train release. With a guttural sound that scraped up the back of his throat, he emptied himself, and dropped onto the bed next to her.
During all this, Ryan found listening to Cassandra's moans uniquely pleasurable. In his bliss, no hint of jealousy rose. But when the moaning stopped momentarily, one curious eye ventured out of the blindfold. When he beheld a very naked, very erect Javier beginning to push his length inside the supplicated Cassandra, he instinctively covered his eyes again. But this powerful image of his male partner, was already branded onto his brain. And even with his eyes closed, Kevin couldn't look away.
Thank you, Selim and Twisha!
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