Roll For Initiative

31. Lucian

10 Minutes Prior

I can’t believe I lost control like that. When she bit me, it was like every inhibition went out the window. I wanted to claim her and make her mine right then and there. Fuck Theo and fuck Jayme being in the next room. All I could see or think of was her. I was so close to ripping every scrap of fabric off of her perfect body. I wanted to kiss every inch of her. Tease her. Toy with her. I only wanted her. But then her damn phone went off, and when I looked into her eyes, it was like reality hit me upside the head with a bat. I don’t want to rush things with her, but I also don’t want to be someone’s sidepiece. I’ll tell her about everything soon and then see what her feelings toward me are. Then we can decide what we want to do together. I don’t want it to just be a quick fuck with her.

I had to walk away and lock myself in the laundry room to avoid following her to bed. I know I won’t be able to keep my hands off her right now. My dick is as hard as a stone, and the primal need to dominate her is causing me to have second thoughts.

I drop her clothes pile on top of the dryer and open the washer lid. Damnit, I forgot there was another load of towels in here. I quickly swap the damp towels to the dryer and then start putting her clothes in when a small piece of clothing falls to the floor. It’s her black lace thong, the one she wore earlier when Jayme caught her... The thought causing my dick to spring back to life. Damn it, just when I was starting to calm down.

I throw all of the rest of her clothes in the washer but leave the panties on the dryer. What am I doing? This is such a creepy thing for me to do. These are Cassie’s. I can’t stop thinking about how she ran over, worried she blinded me with that shampoo bottle. My eye is still a bit tender. God, her tits are amazing. They would fit perfectly in each hand. I remember feeling the bare skin of those tits pressed against me when she was checking my eye. I could have reached up right then and there to touch her, but Jayme was standing there. I swear to God, he has made me question everything with her since he has gotten here. It is confusing.

Against my better judgement, I pick up her thong. It’s cute; there is a little rhinestone heart on the back where the bands come together. Fuck. I can smell her on them. It’s a sweet scent from when she was touching herself. She must have been soaked for me to still be able to smell her on them. I inhale deeply, trying to memorize her scent. It’s intoxicating, turning me on even more. I bet she tastes just as sweet.

I throw her thong in the washer and close the lid before I do something worse. I wonder if she is asleep yet. I lean against the washer and glance down at my phone. There is a notification from my bedroom’s security camera. It has facial recognition and will notify me if someone other than me enters the camera's view. I forgot to turn it off now that we are home.

I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But the little voice in my head is drowned out by an even louder voice screaming to just take a peek. See what she is up to in there. In my bed. Wearing my clothes. God, this woman is causing me to do things that I would normally consider insane. I pull up the app and almost drop my phone.

This security system is one that I helped design, and the night vision on the camera is top-notch. You would think it was broad daylight in the room right now, which is perfect because it gives me a fantastic view right before my eyes. Cassie is laying in my bed, covers pulled down to her knees. The shirt is pulled up to where her tits are on full display. Her chest rises and falls slowly. She has one hand around her throat, and the other slowly moves toward the waistband.

“That’s it, such a good girl. Touch yourself while you’re thinking of me in my bed.” I whisper to myself.

I stroke my cock through the fabric of my shorts. When she bites her lip as her hand slips inside the waistband, I can’t hold off anymore. I reach in and pull out my cock, running my thumb over the tip, causing my body to shutter. I swear, I’m not a horny teenager, but this chick has me acting like it, getting hard at the mere sight of her lately. It’s almost embarrassing.

Her eyes are closed, and her lips are slightly parted. I can tell the moment she curls her fingers and hits that sweet spot because her body arches off the bed. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be in there right now with her. Watching her from the foot of the bed. She is still gripping her throat like I was earlier. She must still be wound up from me choking her. I wanted to squeeze harder earlier. I wanted her to see stars as she shattered.

I’m stroking my cock in rhythm with her thrusts against her hand. She’s so God damn sexy like this. The voice in my head is saying, ‘Stop! This is wrong!’ But that little voice is currently being smothered to a dull whisper. All I can hear is fuck her. Taste her. Make. Her. Mine.

I completely forgot that the cameras have high-tech microphones in them. They could pick up a pin-dropping. I turn it on and set the volume just loud enough to where I can hear it over the sounds of the washer—her low moans, which she thinks she is keeping quiet, are causing my body to react. More precum is leaking out as I pump my hand faster. I can hear the sounds of her fingers thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. I can picture my dick sliding in and out of that slick, tight hole. She releases her throat as her body bends, arching and twisting off the bed in orgasmic bliss. She bites her hand to stop from screaming, but I hear a name slip from her lips, clear as day.

“Lucian.”

That’s my undoing. Hearing my name on her lips as she orgasmed in my bed has me following her right into heaven. I thankfully have a paper towel in here to clean up. Great, now this is three times I have cum from the thought of my best friend and I fucking.

I watch her for a few more seconds, her body relaxing and her breathing returning to normal. I should return to the couch and try to sleep myself, but maybe now that we are fully sated, I can sleep next to her without worrying we are going to end up in a situation before we have had time to talk. We will both behave. Shit that brings an even hotter thought to my head. She just came, wearing my boxers. Her thong was drenched from her just touching herself; I wonder how much she soaked my boxers with the orgasm that just wrecked her body.

And somehow, I am hard again.

Fuck! I need a cold shower.

I wait to transfer the laundry to the dryer and until I am sure she is fully asleep to slip back into my bedroom, grab a fresh pair of boxers, and then hop in the shower. I feel dirty. The guilt from what I just did is washing over me. That small voice is now the loud one. “How could you do that? You are disgusting.” That’s all it keeps repeating. I feel like if Cassie knew what I just did, she would kick my ass. I crank up the heat of the shower to scald my skin. Using the heat and steam to wash away the shame I was feeling. I just need to forget that ever happened. I couldn’t help it, though, which is what I keep telling myself. I still don’t understand the feelings I have for her. Jayme says it is love, but I think it might just be being possessive of her. I’ve taken care of her almost our entire lives. Maybe that’s all it is, just a deep caring and possessive feeling mixed with the want to fuck her. Ugh, I am mentally fucked right now.

I let the water go until it runs cold. My body is red from the boiling hot water. I decide to sleep in just my boxers; she’s seen me like this before. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. I step out into the room and slide under the covers next to her. Poor girl doesn’t even stir when the bed dips. She is out! We did clean for 6 hours today, and I feel like I could sleep for a week. Out of all the women I had been with while in California, only two ever spent the night. The first one taught me never to do it again, and the 2 nd was the night before I left to come back to New York. That one was just a mistake. We fucked hard and then passed out. So, her sleeping over wasn’t decided on; it just kind of happened.

Having Cassie next to me, though, is kind of relaxing. I watch her chest rise and fall with each steady breath. She’s dreaming, her eyes fluttering behind her closed lids. Her full, plump lips are still red from her biting them earlier. Her cheeks have a slight flush to them as well. I have looked at this woman for 15 years and have never felt this overwhelming sense of awe. I study her, every freckle, every line, every detail. I want to kiss every inch of her; I want to worship her, show her how a real man should treat her. But for right now, I settle on watching her sleep. The sounds of her soft snores helping me slip into a relaxing dream.