Roll For Initiative

17. Lucian

I don’t want to open my eyes. I can see the light filtering in through my eyelids, though. I can feel a warm, soft body snuggled against me. She is breathing shallowly, so she is definitely still asleep. Her small hand runs down my stomach and over the growing bulge in my pants. Morning wood can be a bitch sometimes, but she seems to be enjoying it. Palming it through my boxers.

Wait...

I’m at Cassie’s. We fell asleep on the couch... Together... And now there is a hand on my dick.

I crack my eyes open to see her fast asleep on me, her hand mindlessly stroking. Think of anything else right now, Lucian. Baseball, golf, surfing, fuck, just stop thinking about how good she feels. Fuck! There isn’t anything that could stop me from getting more turned on right now, and my dick grows harder. This seems to get her attention. She lets out a sleepy moan and grips tighter, coaxing a low growl from my throat. Her eyes snap open.

“What the hell!” She screeches. She tries to stand up quickly, but we are so tangled in the blanket that she stumbles and falls. She catches her shoulder on her stone coffee table. The cry she lets out is horrible.

I rush to get to her, completely forgetting I’m still in nothing but my boxers and T-shirt, my hard-on on full display.

“Cassie, are you ok? How bad are you hurt?” I attempt to help her up, but her eyes are glued on my groin. Her lips are parted, forming a slight O shape. She clears her throat and stammers.

“Yes, no. Shit. No, it hurts bad. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. I mean, we just passed out; it’s not like we did anything.” She is spazzing out. I grab her by her good shoulder to hold her in place and hopefully calm her down.

“Cass, relax. It’s fine.” She tries to move away from me on her butt using one hand, so I kneel between her legs and grab both of her thighs, pinning her in place. Then I grasp her chin to make her look at me. She leans into my touch. “Hold still. I need to check your shoulder.”

I stand and walk behind her, pulling up the back of her shirt to get a better look at it, careful not to expose her chest. It’s bad. It is already bruising, and when I graze it with my fingertips, she hisses through clenched teeth.

“Shit, it is already bruised; we need to go to the ER and make sure it isn’t worse than a bad bruise. Can you move it?” She tries to lift her arm, but she barely raises it before crying out and clutching the arm against her. I’ll take that as a no. “Ok, let’s get dressed, and I’ll drive you.”

“Thanks. Fuck I hate that coffee table, but my mother insisted on it because it gave the room a “Classy look.” Fuck her and her internet knowledge of interior decorating. That thing could have killed me if I hit my head. I am getting a new one.” She’s not wrong, that thing is dangerous. It’s cut from solid stone with hard edges. Her mom’s taste in stuff is so weird. She has always tried to force Cassie to behave like a Debutant, but Cass was never about that lifestyle.

I grab her by the waist and help lift her to her feet. She can’t look me in the eyes, her face is bright red from embarrassment. We walk to her bedroom in silence. I guess waking up holding my dick wasn’t the best wake-up call for her. She sits on the edge of her bed in front of her dresser and starts to grab out clothes. I take this as my cue to leave.

“Lucian...” Her voice trails off, sounding cracked and depressed. “I don’t think I can get dressed by myself. I can barely lift this arm without feeling like I’m going to throw up from the pain. I know it’s asking a lot, but would you be able to help me?”

“Of course, Cass. What else do you need? Pants?”

“Leggings, please. And just a zip-up will be fine. Thank you. Um, and if possible, can you please not look? This day has already almost killed me from embarrassment; I don’t need it to get even more awkward.” She looks down at the floor, defeated.

“Stop stressing. I promise I won’t look.” I close my eyes after I grab the hem of her shirt. Trying to get it off of her without looking and trying not to cause any more pain is almost impossible. “Here, lay back.” I grab her shorts and slowly slide them and her thong down. My hands brush against her bare skin. She lets out a small gasp. “Sorry,” I say.

“It’s OK, your hands are just freezing.” I guess she’s right; my fingertips feel like ice, probably because all the blood in my body is rushing to my groin. The thought of undressing her is getting me turned on. I’m unsuccessfully searching blindly for the clothes she pulled out, so I crack open one eye. She is looking the other way, trying to keep herself distracted, so I decide to break my promise. My eyes rake over her naked body. It is perfect. Smooth, pale skin that is soft as silk. Her breasts are the perfect size to fit in my hand. Her nipples are a dusty rose color, and they are hard, begging me to tease them with my tongue. I reach out mindlessly and almost touch her but quickly pull back. My eyes travel lower as I go to put the new thong on; I can tell she is aroused. Her folds have a sheen of wetness, and I’m close enough where I can smell her arousal. Fuck, I need to stop. I glance down, and there is a small spot of precum staining my boxers. Shit.

After the thong and leggings are on, I have her sit back up so I can help her with the tank top. This is going to be the most difficult. I’m blind again as I fumble with the fabric. She lets out a small whimper as I slip it around the bad arm. Once that is on, it is easier for me to stretch it to get her other arm in. Pulling it down, my hand grazes her hard nipple, and my cock twitches as she whimpers again. Despite the pain in her shoulder, she is just as turned on as I am right now.

I open my eyes to see her staring at the spot on my boxers. I quickly grab her socks and kneel to try and hide my boner. I pull her leg up to put her sock on and catch her looking down at me. She licks her lips. I can practically read her thoughts. Dirty girl likes me on my knees for her. I finish with her socks and run my hands up her calves, massaging as I go up. She breathes a sigh of relief, finally relaxing into my touch. I get to her thighs and slowly massage toward the inner thigh. What am I doing?

As my hands get closer to the apex of her thighs, I can tell I’ve crossed a line. She clears her throat and shifts her legs from my grasp.

“Thank you for helping me. Why don’t you get dressed? I’m just going to brush my teeth, and then I’ll be out.” she says as she walks toward her bathroom, leaving me still on my knees by her bed.

“Kay.” It’s all I can say right now. I wish she hadn’t gotten spooked by what I was doing. I know she was enjoying it. Why couldn’t we ignore that boundary of friendship we drew so long ago? I would have pulled back down her leggings and tasted her right then and there. She knew it, too. Her body was flushed, and she was panting. She wanted me just as much as I want her.

“Hey, do you know where my phone is?” she asks, bringing me back to now.

“Yeah, it is on the end table. You put it there last night when we got home.” I lie. I meant to put it back in her purse, but I forgot.

“Thanks.” She shuts her bathroom door, stamping the boundary back into place. There’s a line that we can’t cross. At the restaurant, I thought it was because I would ruin her, but after seeing our similar interests, I just want more now. I want to taste her, be inside her. Consume her from the inside out. I want her to be mine.