Roll For Initiative

14. Cassie

A s I sink into the warm water, I feel floating.

Tonight is fuzzy.

I don’t remember much after I chugged my 3 rd margarita and did the two shots I ordered while Lucian was in the bathroom.

Oh God, I have never felt this horrible.

I can only remember the rest of tonight in snippets.

I vaguely remember throwing up between cars outside the restaurant.

I think I yelled at Lucian.

I remember the cool glass felt great.

I remember opening my eyes for a moment and seeing us holding hands while he drove us home.

I think he carried me inside and into the elevator and then....

Oh no.

No, was I kissing and biting his neck? No, that can’t be right.

I had to have just imagined that.

He wouldn’t have let that happen.

I just fantasized about it because of the tequila.

Damn, I never drink that much, and I don’t plan on doing it ever again.

My throat feels like I chugged acid.

A knock brings me back to reality.

“Cass, are you covered by the bubbles?” Lucian is outside the door, I can smell the delicious scent of greasy, gooey pizza through the door.

Bubbles? Why would that matter? Oh yeah, I’m naked.

“Um, just gimme a second.” I grab the hand towel off the counter and drape it over my tits, the bubbles at least make it where you can’t see below the surface much.

Not like he would be looking anyways.

“Ok, all covered,” I shout.

He hesitantly walks in, holding two plates of pizza.

The smell is making my mouth water.

Thankfully, I am not as nauseous as I was earlier.

I think I threw up my entire stomach contents for the whole day.

“Here.” He hands me a plate.

“Hopefully the grease helps.”

“Thank you.” I dig in and can’t suppress the moan that slips past my lips.

It tastes so fucking good.

I look at Lucian and he is just staring at me, mouth agape as he is frozen mid bite.

He clears his throat and diverts his attention back to his own plate.

"Cass?" He interrupts my pizza bliss.

"Yea?"

"Is everything ok? Are we good?” he asks, hopping up on the bathroom counter.

The pitiful look he is giving me practically screams “Poor girl” as he studies my facial expression.

Unfortunately, I can’t hide my expressions when I am drunk.

And right now, I can tell I just look confused, and sad.

“Of course we are ok Lucian.

Let’s just forget tonight happened.

And as for me, everything is fine.

Really, I’m O.K.

Just a lot going on at the moment, but it’s fine.

I am a tough girl, remember.” I plaster on a lie of a smile, only for his benefit.

Inside I feel broken.

I haven’t had Lucian here for months.

I didn’t have him to help me get through the horrible breakup.

My job takes advantage of me, and I’m not paid nearly as much as I should be, but I don’t have to live off of my parents or my trust fund.

I lost all self-confidence when that asshole Mark broke up with me for being “too vanilla.” I told Lucian that I broke up with Mark because he gave me an ultimatum, him, or Lucian.

Which isn’t a lie, he said that on multiple occasions, that just wasn’t why we broke up.

The only good thing to happen in the last few months was meeting Theo and discovering more about myself sexually, coming out of my shell as Theo says.

I can’t complain to Mr.

Bigshot over here though.

He has an amazing job and an awesome apartment.

He is one of the sweetest guys I have ever known.

He has always been a good-looking guy, but now he is insanely hot.

I also can’t tell him about my weekends at Vixens because that would require him finding out I’m not the sweet innocent Cassie he still believes me to be.

And now the cherry on top is I am starting to feel something for Lucian I have never felt before.

“All right.

If you say so.

But just know that I am here for you if you need anything at all.

You say the word and I am there.

Don’t hide your emotions from me Cass.

You know we have always been able to tell how the other was feeling even without words, and even though you say you are ok, I can tell you are hurting.

So tell me what’s really going on when you are ready.” He grabs my hand off the edge of the tub to hold it and it takes everything in me not to cry.

Damn tequila.

"You got it." I force a smile as I pull my hand away.

"If I need anything at all, you will be the first one to know.

Now if you will excuse me, this water is now cold, and I’m very underdressed at the moment." I laugh.

He smiles as he stands to walk away.

Before leaving he turns back.

"Seriously Cassie, anything you need, you know I’m here for you." Then he closes the door.

Leaving me soaking wet and feeling like the most pathetic girl in the world.

I hate that we have always been able to read each other, all the unspoken words and feelings.

Well, most of them.

As he leaves, I start trying to mentally fill in the blanks of tonight.

I hope I didn’t lose my phone, and I hope Alec texts me.

Hopefully, Lucian didn’t scare him off.

I really would love to grab a drink with him sometime, even if it is just as friends.

He seemed really nice.

I take my time drying off.

My entire body still feels numb, and my mouth is as dry as cotton.

I need water.

I toss on a long T-shirt and a pair of soft shorts.

Might as well be comfortable while I spiral into the impending doom of my hangover.

I wonder what Lucian is up to.

I head down the hall toward my living room but stop short of rounding the corner when I hear a faint moan.

I peer around the edge of the wall, trying to stay hidden.

Lucian is currently laying on my couch wearing just his T-shirt and boxers.

Feet up, head on the armrest while facing away from me toward the door wall.

Blissfully unaware of the voyeurism currently taking place due to the fact that his hand is currently down his boxers, stroking his cock.

This is so wrong.

I should just go back to my room, let him finish and forget this ever happened.

Or I could be a bitch and interrupt him, ruining any of his fun like he did with me and Alec earlier.

O.k.

I get it isn’t the same, but it would still piss him off.

No, I choose option 3, watching my best friend stroking himself while I’m currently getting wetter with each of his strokes.

God this is so hot, but so wrong in so many ways.

His arm is flexed tight as he grips his cock.

I can’t tell from the angle if his eyes are close, but from the rise and fall of his chest his breathing is rapid.

His other hand is currently behind his head relaxing, as if jacking off on someone else’s couch is just a normal thing.

His pumps are slow, each stroke coaxing his cock harder.

I’m curious what got him so turned on.

He isn’t looking at anything on his phone either, so what could he be thinking about?

I clench my legs together as the moisture is drenching my shorts through my thong.

I never had a voyeurism kink, but right now I am about to question everything with how turned on I am getting by secretly watching him.

I hear that breathy moan again and that’s my undoing.

I need release.

I slowly slip my hand into my shorts, running my ring and middle finger through my slit, coating my fingers.

Circling my sensitive clit, causing my body to shudder from the sensation.

My other hand grips my nipple through my shirt, twisting enough to add a slight tinge of pain.

I have learned I like it rough.

He starts to move his hips, matching his stroke with each thrust up into his hand.

Every swirl of my fingers on my clit is causing a wave of pressure to build in my lower abdomen.

I thrust against my hand, enjoying the added pressure on the sensitive spot.

I can see his hand picking up speed, he is panting as he is chasing his orgasm.

I pick up speed as well, having to bite my lip but a small moan slips out.

I freeze.

Lucian stops the assault on his cock and pulls his hand from his boxers.

Fuck, he heard me.

He waits a moment, not looking around but definitely listening for any sounds alerting him of my presence.

A mere 5 seconds have passed as I lean my body as flush to the hallway wall as possible.

My hand still against my throbbing clit, not wanting this feeling to dissipate.

When I peer back around the corner, he is sliding his boxers down, freeing his hard cock.

It’s slick from the amount of precum leaking from the tip.

Oh, how I want to wrap my lips around his perfect cock.

The thought alone has my body trembling.

He resumes stroking his cock, picking up the pace.

I’m assuming he knows he is short on time and so close to release.

I decide I need the feeling of something inside me, so I slowly push 2 fingers past my entrance.

My pussy clamping down, feeling the wave of my orgasm getting closer and closer.

His thrusts are becoming more and more heated.

I can tell he is close, panting and moaning.

God this is so fucking hot.

Never in my wildest dreams would I ever think anything like this would ever happen.

I grind onto my hand, pressing my palm against my clit.

The friction feels like heaven.

I am picturing me riding his cock.

Rolling my hips faster and faster on him.

My thighs are slick from the moisture currently dripping out of me.

I twist harder on my nipple and thrust one last time.

I bite my lip, not allowing my scream to escape as my entire body goes still.

My back is arched as the wave finally crashes with the only sound is Lucian’s raspy grunt as he reaches his own orgasm.

I can’t move or breathe; the sounds of my heart racing are drowning out the rest of the world.

My head is spinning.

Shit I need to go clean up.

I quietly scamper back to my room to wash the evidence of my orgasm from my legs and hand.

My thighs are drenched from coming.

I clean up, making sure the scent of my arousal is non-existent.

I change out of my damp shorts and thong and into a new pair, opting for a pair of boy short panties this time.

My face is flushed but he will probably think it is just from all the alcohol earlier, not because I creeped on him and came from watching him.

Oh God, I’m just going to blame the tequila, even though I’m feeling pretty sober right now.