Roll For Initiative

16. Cassie

M y mind is replaying everything that just happened. How the fuck did any of that just happen. I make sure to take loud steps as I head back toward the front room. My pussy clenches as I replay the memory again. Jesus, Cass, chill. A glow from the TV seeps into the hall to illuminate my path. As I round the corner, I see Lucian sitting on the couch, still only wearing his shirt and boxers. Yum! He looks delicious. He has Netflix on, mindlessly scrolling through the various categories.

“Hey. What do you wanna watch?” I ask.

“Not sure. How about a movie? If you are feeling awake enough. How’s your stomach doing?” He asks, eyes perusing over my bare legs like he is looking for something.

My insides clench, recalling how much I threw up in that parking lot—damn tequila shots.

“Yeah, it’s still a bit queasy, but I’ll be all right. Umm, I wasn’t mentally all there from when we left the restaurant up until the tub. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” I ask, trying to read his face for any reaction.

“No, just threw up on someone’s hubcaps. You did trip and almost fell a few times, but I caught you. Hell, I even carried you all the way up here. Oh yea, fun fact. When you are drunk, you are quite the snuggler.” He laughs, and my face pales. “And a biter.”

And there it is. The words solidified that the little dream I kept replaying in my head of us in the elevator was no dream. My face turns a bright, heated crimson color. Shit, that was real; I was practically devouring his neck. O.K., don’t panic, don’t bring it up again, and don’t ask him to elaborate. Let’s pretend this night never happened. My mouth felt like cotton before, but now it is more like the Sahara Desert. I go head toward my kitchen.

"Want a water?" I ask as I pass by the couch.

“Sure, thanks, kiddo.” He winks. Oh, you think your jokes are so funny, don’t you?

I toss him the water bottle as I get closer to the couch, walking straight past him to the other end. Needing to be as far away from him as possible before I do something stupid. Like straddle him and ride his cock like I was imagining while watching him earlier.

Heat pools in my core. How is this man affecting me so differently now? I curl up on my side of the couch, tucking my legs underneath me, and wrap a blanket around my body. Mmmm, cozy. The numbness in my body is starting to fade, and an ache is taking over all my muscles.

I see a waving hand in my peripherals.

“Helloooo down there” he says, drawing out the hello as if it is an echo and I’m miles away. “What, too good to snuggle with me now that you aren’t drunk?” He jokingly pouts.

“No, this is just my comfy spot.” Lies, all lies. But if I’m any closer to him, I won’t be able to keep my eyes from wandering and visualizing that cock of his just inside his boxers. But he makes the decision for me.

“Welp, I’m coming down then because I’m cold, and you are sharing that blanket with me. He slides over and is flush against my body. He pulls the blanket from around me and wraps it over both of us. Our bare legs are touching, and I am far too aware of the goosebumps on his thigh that are matching mine. “There, nice and cozy now. See, I can snuggle too.” He sticks his tongue out at me.

We settled on one of Netflix’s newest horror movies. I am what some would call a horror junkie. It is my sick obsession. The scarier and more fucked up, the better. Yes, the movies tend to terrify me, but I absolutely relish the feeling of being scared. Your heart races, you can hear your blood pumping in your ears. You can barely breathe, and the scariest parts make you jump out of your skin. It makes you feel alive.

We watch without idle chit-chat. That’s what has always been nice about hanging out with him, silence isn’t necessarily a terrible thing. We only break our silence when one of us cracks a joke about bad acting, or the main characters tits are out on screen. I swear, in all scary movies there is the golden rule; You have sex, you are the next to die. Simple solution, just wait to have sex when you aren’t in a remote area with a possible serial killer on the loose. Something happens on screen, and he grabs my thigh, causing me to yelp and flinch away.

“Awe, scaredy cat. I thought you loved scary movies?” He wraps his strong arm around my shoulders and pulls me tighter against him. I am practically laying my head on his chest at this point. “Don’t worry Cass, your big bad Lucian will keep the monsters away.” He is cackling from his own stupid joke.

“I do love them. I love being scared. Sorry my fight or flight decided to rear its ugly head up.” Speaking of head, when he adjusted the blanket earlier, I could totally see the outline of his cock.

I can’t remember exactly when we fell asleep, but I end up somehow laying on Lucian’s body as I slept. Passed out in a tangle of blankets and limbs.