Roll For Initiative

32. Cassie

M mmm. I sigh as I start to wake up. Last night was amazing. I haven’t felt that relaxed after an orgasm in a long time. I pretty much passed out right after. I go to stretch when I realize a warm body is pressed against my back. His arm is wrapped across my waist, pulling my back flush to his chest. I crack open my eyes, the sun streaming in, causing me to have to squint. Why doesn’t Lucian own black-out curtains? Shit, this had better be Lucian behind me and not Jayme.

I slightly adjust to see over my shoulder and breathe a sigh of relief when I see that it is Lucian behind me.

Wait. Lucian is in bed with me. Shit, did something happen last night. Why are we spooning? He is still asleep, thankfully. His head is nuzzled into my hair, and he is breathing deeply. His fingertips are splayed across my bare stomach because the shirt has ridden up. His touch is warm. I let my body sink back fully against him, and then I feel it. His hard cock is pressing against my ass. Oh God, why do men always get morning wood? Shit, this is awkward. I try to shift away, but his body reacts, pulling me closer. He readjusts and nuzzles his face against the side of my neck. His breath causing goosebumps to spread to every inch of my body. I press back against him again, causing his cock to press harder against me. He inhales deeply and lets out a low growl as his fingers press harder into my bare skin. My nipples harden at the sound. It is such a turn-on. God, I don’t want this to stop.

He is definitely still asleep, though, so what the fuck do I do. On the one hand, this is seriously crossing another line. But on the other hand... oh my God, his hand is now going up my shirt. He gets to my breast and finds the nipple with ease. Rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger as he cups my tit, just like last night on the couch. He starts twisting it as he slowly rocks his hips against my backside. His entire body is hard; I can feel every muscle when he shifts. He places his lips on my neck and starts to leave little kisses on the spot just below my ear. I rock back and meet his thrusts. I am practically moaning already. I can’t help it. My entire body is alive with fire in my veins.

He abandons my tit and drags his hand down my side, causing me to tense up from how ticklish my sides are. My body involuntarily making little squeak noises as I try to suppress the urge to moan out loud. He gets to my waistband and pauses. Shit, is he awake? Should I wake him? Is this actually a dream?

Nope, it's definitely not a dream. He slips his hand into the waistband and grips my wet pussy. I don’t have time to react, let alone stifle the full-body shudder and whimper that rip through me. He thrusts harder against me as he starts toying with my clit. I’m soaked and a panting mess in his hands. He bites down on my neck, and I almost shatter right there. My body locks up, and I gasp and moan. The fantasy is suddenly cut short. He stops and rips his hand away, snapping the waistband of the boxer shorts.

“Shit, what the fuck!” He tries to untangle himself from the blankets to move away from me, but he fails. Causing himself to fall out of bed onto his ass.

He just looks up at me, mouth agape. His cock looks painfully hard, straining against the fabric, and there is a growing spot of precum. Seeing him fall out of bed causes me to crack up, though. I can’t help it. I also am laughing at the awkwardness of this situation. He still hasn’t said anything from his position on the floor. He stares at me as if this is all my fault.

I stand up, adjust my shirt and the boxers, and walk right past him. I can’t look at him, or else I will start laughing again. I go into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving him stunned on the ground.

“Hey, can you go grab my clean clothes? I am going to shower and then head home,” I shout through the closed door. I can hear him scrambling to get up.

I have given up trying to mentally decipher all that could have happened to lead up to that. Did he sleepwalk? Did he decide to sleep next to me because I told him he could? Shit, I told him the bed was big enough, but apparently it wasn’t big enough to keep our hands off each other.

A soft knock comes from the door.

"Cass. I have your clothes. Um. Do you want me to just leave them here or..."

"No, you can bring them in."

"But you are... naked." He stammers. His shower is a big walk in with glass walls, there would be no way to avoid seeing me.

"No shit Sherlock. But I’m pretty sure after what just happened, seeing me naked isn’t that big of a deal." I giggle. I’m done acting shy and bashful. I haven’t been shy about sexual shit since I started going to Vixens.

He cracks open the door and slowly walks in. He is keeping his eyes glued to the ground. Good lord, now he decides to be modest?

"I’ll just leave them on the counter here." He says. Eyes still stuck on the floor as if the answer to world peace is etched in the tile.

"You can join if you want. Since you don’t mind sharing." I laugh, glancing at him over my shoulder. I joke, but I honestly don’t think I would mind if he hopped in with me. We obviously need to do something about this sexual tension between us. His eyes shoot up to mine.

"What? What did you say?"

"I mean, you've already seen me basically naked, so it’s not that big of a deal if we shower together. Just keep your eyes up." I laugh. His whole face is blushing. He just stands there staring at me, trying so desperately not to let his eyes wander.

"But... you haven’t seen me naked, so wouldn’t that be awkward? Plus, what if Jayme wakes up? I don’t want to deal with his jokes this early in the morning." He says, not breaking eye contact.

Okay, it's time for me to be bold. Let the cat out of the bag, cross the line, and see if anything happens.

"Oh Lucian, you've seen one dick, you've seen them all. Plus, I have already seen you almost fully naked. And just lock the damn door if you don’t want Jayme coming in."

"The fuck do you mean you’ve already seen... WHEN? HOW?" He is practically screaming at me now.

"The other night at my apartment. I kind of walked in you after you took care of me when I was shit-faced."

The color drains from his face. He realizes exactly what was happening when I walked in on him.

"Cassie, what the fuck. How long were you standing there? This is so awkward." He is running his fingers through his hair. "Cass, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would come out that fast. Sorry, you had to see that. Damn, I feel like I’ve been caught jacking off by my sister." He laughs and turns away, his face bright red from embarrassment.

And there it is.... the nail in my coffin. He still only thinks of me as a sister. Well, I can’t say I never tried. I’ll make sure Jayme knows about this. Well, sort of. I will leave out many details, but one thing is for sure: I will mention how Lucian referred to me as his sister. See, Lucian doesn’t love me. I think back over the last few days, and almost all the intimate moments we shared were when we were tired from just waking up or late at night. It wasn’t lust or the heated want to fuck each other; no, it was just us being tired, and our inhibitions were thrown out the window.

“It’s whatever. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I drop the conversation, there’s nothing else to discuss.

"I’m going to go get dressed. Do you want to go to breakfast? I still have to get groceries. We can go after breakfast." Good, I'm glad he is dropping it, too.

"Nah, I’m going to go home and prepare for D he doesn’t really understand D you didn’t approve of Mark. So, what is it? Who can I go out with? You keep saying all these guys are bad but aren’t telling me why.” I walk right up to him and poke him in the chest.

“Because Cassie, they aren’t good enough for you! They aren’t who you should be with.” He practically screams in my face.

“Then who the fuck is Lucian? Who should I be with? Should I be with YOU? Is that what you want?” I yell back. He turns to storm out.

“Just forget about it! I’ll see you later. Just lock up before you leave.” With that he slams the bathroom door shut.

What the actual fuck!