Getting Rough (5 page)

“Let me get this straight… I want your cock inside my mouth, and you’re denying yourself the pleasure?”

“You just said it yourself. You’re the one who wants it. So who is it that I’m actually denying?” He stroked my hair, reverently, and that simple touch of affection startled me. I didn’t know whether to press closer or back away.

But his cock was right there in front of me, so I went for it. Shaw was faster, pinning my head to his thigh so that my cheek was against his skin. Undeterred, I made another attempt, and again, Shaw refused to let me have what I wanted, even pulling farther away.

I went for the next best thing.

With little effort, I was able to lean forward and sample the treat before me. Shaw’s balls tightened under my tongue and I gave them a long, exaggerated lick.

Shaw’s hands were like the fingers of God forcing the Red Sea to part as his cock went in one direction and my head went in the other.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he admonished. I was dripping wet between my legs again. Why was this so sexy to me?

“Look at me,” he said, and I did as directed, though I still couldn’t move my head.

“Do you remember earlier when I told you to say please and you refused?”

He was right. But I wanted him…
it
… and apparently I wasn’t above swallowing my pride to get what I wanted.

I hated the desperation that leaked into my voice. “Please?”

“Please, what?”

Christ, he was going for the kill. “Can I please have your cock in my mouth?”

He quirked his head. “I don’t know,
can
you?”

You’ve got to be kidding me. “
May
I please have your cock in my mouth?”

He was stroking himself, a wicked tease before my eyes, like a fat kid eating the whole damn Christmas turkey in front of a hungry man. “Yeah? You want it?”

I licked my lips in anticipation. “More than anything.”

“Then have it.” Holding his cock, Shaw aimed it toward my mouth while simultaneously controlling my head to put me in position to receive his gift. As eager as I was to take him into my mouth, he held me close to his thigh, still controlling every minute detail as if this was for my pleasure, not his. Maybe it was.

“Open,” he said with a pat to my cheek.

My lips parted and Shaw finally pushed into my mouth. Though not all the way, thanks to the grip he still held on the base of his cock. I was sort of grateful for that. Shaw wasn’t abnormally long, but his girth was enough to stretch the corners of my mouth. And he was freaking delicious.

“There you go,” he groaned. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

My lids shuttered closed and I couldn’t suppress the low moan around his flesh.

Yes.
Mine.

With greedy sucks, I took him to the back of my throat and worked his erection hard. Saliva pooled and coated his flesh as I moved my tongue over every ridge and contour.

“Slow down.” Shaw fisted my ponytail and pulled me back until only the tip of his cock remained. I whimpered, afraid he was going to put a stop to my fun, but then he eased back inside, still gripping my hair.

“That’s better.” He controlled the glide and pace, despite the rising urgency flooding every cell in my body.

With each push and pull, the ache between my legs worsened. I needed to come again. I clawed at his thighs, cementing my knees to the floor. With his tight grip in my hair, the controlled thrust and retreat of his hips, there was no doubt who prevailed. I was along for the ride and that was fine by me. We both had what we’d been after.

I wanted to see his face, so I looked up at him only to find his head had just started the backward descent to rest against the wall behind him. The view was magnificent. The tendons in his neck were taut, the veins in his forearm were thick with blood, and the grip he still had around the base of his cock seemed almost painful. With his fingertips pressed into the base of my skull, he maintained the rhythmic pace best suited to his liking. It was clear to see…

Shaw was in ecstasy.

I continued to maul his thighs, my short nails scraping his skin, but I was pretty sure he liked that, too. His cock was delicious, that bit of precum foretelling his impending release. I could hear Shaw’s breaths, his light hisses, and soft moans. God he was going to come. He was going to come hard. His muscles tensed underneath my touch and the lazy, yet controlled thrusts grew erratic. I recognized all the signs and I was ready for it. In fact, I’d never been more focused in my life.

His cock thickened, the veiny network just below the smooth skin growing with the intensity of each stroke of my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, and he held me in place, looking down at me with eyes that dared me to move. He was ready. So ready.

The soft rap at the door might as well have been blasted through concert speakers, so loud in the quiet space of the room charged with so much unspent energy.

“Cassidy? Are you in there?” came Casey’s voice through the door.

I yanked myself out of Shaw’s hold, his still-rigid cock falling free of my mouth. With the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth and scrambled to my feet.

“Fuck!” Shaw cursed under his breath.

“Cassidy?” Casey asked again.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping Casey hadn’t heard Shaw.
We aren’t together. Casey is not my boyfriend,
I kept repeating to myself over and over inside a subconscious riddled with guilt. So why did I feel like I’d just been caught cheating? My heart raced in my chest, my skin on fire. Though I couldn’t quite pinpoint if my body’s reaction was due to the very hot exchange that had just happened with Shaw or the panic over having been caught in the act.

“Um, I’ll be out in just a minute. Is everything okay?” Even I could hear the shaky timbre of my voice.

“Yeah, your pop’s on the phone for you,” he called back. “You weren’t in your room, so I thought maybe you were here. Is everything okay in
there
?”

“Everything is just peachy,” Shaw said, grimacing as he tucked his hard cock back into his jeans.

“No offense, but I was asking Cassidy, not you.”

“I’m sorry, she couldn’t answer because she had my cock in her mouth,” Shaw whispered and then flipped him the bird, though Casey obviously couldn’t see it.

I rolled my eyes at his immaturity and gave his chest a slap. “I’m fine, Casey. I’ll be right down.”

“Might want to hurry. Your ma’s okay, but you know how impatient your pop can be,” he warned.

Which wasn’t entirely true. My da was about as patient as a man could be, but he absolutely detested talking on the phone. He much preferred to be face-to-face with a person because he said most of the conversation happened in the body language.

Giving myself a quick once-over in the mirror to be sure nothing looked out of place, I turned to Shaw. “We’re not finished,” I told him.

“Obviously not,” he said, motioning toward the awkward bulge in his jeans. “Though I’d say
you
got finished well enough.”

I grinned because, yeah, I did. And maybe I even delighted a bit in his uncomfortable predicament. “I meant with the conversation. As far as the other, maybe next time,” I said with a wink.

“Well, that’s just great,” he grumbled.

I couldn’t help the smug feeling I had when I left the room, knowing he was still standing there staring after me with his hands on his hips and a raging hard-on in his pants.

There would definitely be a next time, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment when a “maybe” had become a sure thing.

Shaw Matthews was in my house. And I had no idea why or how he even knew where I’d gone. But I had a pretty good idea of where to start to find the answers he’d refused to give.

The call from Da that had interrupted the pornolike oral trade-off between us had been like a glass of cold water being thrown in my face. Though I was pretty sure it hadn’t had quite the same effect on Shaw. His cock had still been furiously engorged, desperate for a release when I’d left him, which sort of made me a happy camper. Served him right for playing keep-away like a mean kid on the playground.

Da had called only to give me the update from Ma’s doctor. Her blood pressure had improved dramatically and he’d be releasing her in the morning with plenty of medication to get her through. I’d see to it that the pharmacy had my credit card on file to process both of their prescriptions each month after this because knowing they were killing themselves, literally, while trying to afford their medicine when I was sitting on more than enough money to help out was not okay with me.

Ma’s release was great news, even though she’d be wheelchair-bound until the cast on her leg came off and I’d have to stick around to help out. But how was I going to explain Shaw’s presence to my parents – or worse, to Casey – when I didn’t know why he was there myself? There were only two people who’d known where I’d gone, and only one of those would’ve been brazen enough to spill the beans to Shaw. So I got comfortable in the sitting room and pulled out my laptop, cueing up the Skype application and dialing the culprit’s phone number.

Quinn answered by the second ring as if he’d been waiting for a call he had no way of knowing would come. “Cassidy? Oh, um… hey, you!” My roommate was still in bed, which wasn’t odd since it was ten o’clock in San Diego on a Saturday morning. What was odd, however, was that he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, every hair in place and maybe even a little sexy with all those blood-red silk sheets and white satin pillows surrounding him like he’d been preparing for a half-naked boudoir photo shoot. I almost felt intrusive. Shame oozed from his nonexistent pores as if he was hiding something.

Naturally, I was suspicious. “Quiiinnn… What did you do?”

“Huh? Nothing! I swear!” He might as well have spilled his entire guts with that reaction. It probably would’ve been easier if he’d gone ahead and pled guilty, throwing himself upon the mercy of the court.

But due diligence was a must. “Right. So do you want to tell me how it is that Shaw Matthews knew where to find me?” I asked, giving my roommate the opportunity to confess his sin.

Relief washed over his features. “Oh, that.” Quinn sat up and pushed his shoulders back, the “deer in headlights” look replaced by something a little more holier-than-thou. “I did what I had to do. I will not apologize. You’re welcome.”

“I’m welcome? For what? Shaw Matthews is in my house!”

Quinn shushed me. “Hold on. I think I just heard something,” he said, cocking his head to the side to have a better listen. He nearly came out of his skin when the door to his bedroom burst open. There was a flurry of confusion then as the screenshot bounced around, the sound of a sheet covering the microphone muffling the multiple voices.

“Quinn? Are you okay?” I asked, concerned that I was about to witness the murder of my best friend.

“Are you still in bed? Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!”

“Christ almighty,” Quinn grumbled. “Hello, naked gay man under the sheets. How did you two pervs get in?”

Finally, the screen settled back into place and the sheet half covering it was ripped off to reveal a very jovial Demi and Sasha now sandwiching Quinn. They’d done their best to popcorn him and all his perfectly laid pillows out of bed, which he didn’t look too happy about.

Demi held a silver key inches from his face. “You gave us a spare, duh.”

Quinn groaned and plopped back onto his pillow. “Leave that shit on the counter when you see yourselves out, Creepy McCreepersons.”

“Nope,” Demi said, popping the
P
. “Not until you’re out of the woods.”

He wasn’t the only one lost in the woods. “What’s going on?”

Quinn rolled his eyes. “I’m on suicide watch, didn’t you know?”

Sasha waved him off. “He’s not on suicide watch. We simply want to be sure he doesn’t get too lonely.” She shifted around to get more comfortable, fluffing the pillow when she suddenly stopped and pulled her hand away. A pair of black fuzzy handcuffs dangled from her index finger while she examined it. “What’s this?”

“Stop being nosy,” Quinn said, yanking them away and tucking them back under his pillow. Ignoring Demi’s and Sasha’s laugh, he attempted to change the subject. “Cassidy, how’s your mom?”

“Well, you know… She looks like she fell from a ladder, but she’s going to be okay. My ma’s a scrappy little thing. She’s not going to let a couple of broken bones, some scrapes and bruises keep her down for long. I was scared to death, of course, but the good news is that the doc is going to let her come home tomorrow.”

Quinn sighed. “Oh, thank goodness. The girls and I were going to come out, but my stupid boss wouldn’t let me off work, the heifer. She said I’ve taken off too much lately, which is all because of Daddy.” His expression soured. “I hate him. I hate his very existence, the fat bastard.”

Daddy wasn’t fat, but he
was
Quinn’s most recent ex-lover. A very rich, very married, very hot ex-lover who didn’t like the ultimatum Quinn had given him to come out of the closet or lose him for good. Daddy had chosen to stay with his wife instead, shattering Quinn’s heart to smithereens. Quinn had gotten even by shattering the bathroom mirror in the penthouse apartment Daddy had bought for him and then taken away. Plus he’d carved “He’s gay” into the wall, essentially forcing him out of the closet. Unless he did the patchwork himself, contractors were going to know the truth. And a truth like that, about someone with as much money and stature as Daddy had, was bound to get leaked.

“Sorry, Cass, but we couldn’t leave him,” Demi said with a squint of her eyes as if it pained her to say the words. “Of course if you think you might need us, we can always split up and one of us could come there.”

“Don’t be silly. There’s nothing for you to do here. I’ll mind the bed-and-breakfast for Ma until she’s back up on her feet and then I’ll be home in no time. I hope. Meanwhile, I want to talk about those handcuffs,” I said, grinning at Quinn.

“You know what they say,” Demi started. “The best way to get over a man is to move on to the next. Quinn is all about forward progression.” She shouldered him playfully. “But just like Daddy, his new flavor is top secret, too.”

“Oohh,” I said with a waggle of my brows. “Any clues on the identity of this secret lover?”

Quinn huffed. “Y’all want to talk secret lovers? Fine, let’s talk secret lovers.”

He was a little too quick to agree, looking at me as if I’d set something in motion that couldn’t and wouldn’t be stopped. I realized I found myself precariously standing in the middle of a trap before I had the opportunity to see the metaphorical net suspended overhead.

With a quirk of an eyebrow, Quinn yanked on the rope. “Miss Sassy Cassie, do you want to tell them or should I?”

He couldn’t have meant what I thought he meant. “Tell them what?”

“Oh, so you’re going to try to play stupid? Okay, let’s see… How should I say this?” Quinn cleared his throat.
“Shaw and Cassidy, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g,”
he sang.

Nooooo!
“Oh, God.” Those were the only two words I could get out of my mouth.

Demi gasped, loudly. “Shaw?”

“Shaw Matthews?” Sasha asked. Which was silly because how many other Shaws did we know?

“Fuck me,” I said, managing to find two more words.

Quinn laughed. “Oh, I’m sure he did, girl.”

My cheeks flamed red, that feeling of being caught in the act resurfacing yet again. “How did you know?”

Quinn laughed some more. So much that he could manage only one syllable, but that one syllable said plenty. “Shaw.”

“He told you?” I was outraged, ready to cut off his balls for cutting my legs out from under me.

My roommate got his laughter under control and sighed heavily. “Not really. I
might
have suggested I already knew. And he
might
have assumed you’d told me. So I
might
have let him.”

“You tricked him?” I ran my hands over my face. “Oh, my God, Quinn, you’re such an asshole. That was so underhanded and devious!”

“And brilliant,” Demi tacked on, high-fiving him.

Sasha gave me a cheeky grin. “And really not anything we didn’t already know.”

“You did not know.” It sounded more like a question than a statement of fact. Did they know? How could they have when we’d been so careful? Actually, I hadn’t thought we were trying to be careful so much as I’d thought no one was paying attention. Or maybe I simply hadn’t been thinking at all in lieu of letting my vagina make all the decisions for me, consequences be damned.

Sasha dipped her chin and smacked her lips sarcastically. “We have eyes to see the little looks you two give each other.”

“And ears to eavesdrop on not-so-private conversations,” Demi said, cupping her own as if to prove her point.

Quinn got überclose to the webcam, making his lips appear superbig. “And mouths to gossip with each other and compare notes,” he said before backing away again.

I was sure I must have looked like a codfish with its mouth agape. “Seriously? You need help. All three of you. And I need a restraining order because you’re all a bunch of stalkers.”

“Speaking of stalkers,” Demi said, pointing and looking over my shoulder.

Sasha’s smile was bright as the sun. “Hi, Shaw!” she said with a cheerful wave.

I turned to see him standing there, every bit as creepy as my intrusive friends, apparently listening in on my – what did Demi call it? –
not-so-private
conversation. Jesus, did no one respect personal boundaries anymore?

My scalp was sore as shit and my balls were aching and in desperate need of a release. So I’d gone in search of Cassidy with every intention of getting my caveman on and throwing her over my shoulder to take her back upstairs so she could finish the job she’d begun before we were quite rudely interrupted.

Adjusting the still raging hard-on in my jeans, I groaned. Each step down the stairs looked awkward as hell. And every bit as painful as it actually was. You’d think the sound of another man’s voice would have been enough to put the deflate on my chubby little buddy, but Cassidy’s performance had been quite impressive. So impressive, I found it nearly impossible to erase from my mind the pleading look in her eyes as she’d begged for my cock in her mouth.

“Goddammit,” I groaned as the visual sent a renewed sense of urgency to my cock. Maybe the only way to make him simmer down would be to punch him in the head until he was unconscious.

Casey passed by at the bottom of the staircase as he headed toward the kitchen and glanced up at me. I straightened to my full height, the issue in my pants automatically disappearing when the testosterone-driven need to appear more threatening took the driver’s seat. My opponent pretty much matched me in height, so standing on the stairs would be my only chance to look down on him, which had alpha dog written all over it. Baring my canines might have been overkill, so I put that back into my bag of tricks.

I smirked, the sort of smirk that said, “I just had my cock in your girl’s mouth.” No, Cassidy hadn’t admitted he was her boyfriend, but she didn’t have to. Anyone could tell those two had a thing. Whether that was in the past or still a present issue I’d yet to figure out, but what I did know was that I was hell-bent on making sure it wouldn’t be a future one.

Busting a right when I reached the first floor, I shouldered my metaphorical club for the time being and followed the sound of Cassidy’s voice. Beyond the all-wood foyer and old-world check-in desk, I traversed the length of the hall to find her sitting on an olive green couch in a den that had been closed off to the rest of the house. If I had to guess, and I did, I’d say this was a space dedicated to the Whalen family’s personal use. Though thanks to the sliding wooden door that she’d left cracked, I could hear the entire conversation she was having with her friends.

Well, our friends. I might have been closer to Landon and Chaz, but we were all tangled, what with Landon and Sasha being an item, finally, and Chaz and Demi having that sort of thing going on where they both liked each other but neither of them were doing anything about it.

It was a revealing conversation, with two very valuable nuggets of information being exposed. First, the jig was up on the affair we’d been having. Our friends now knew we’d been fucking. And, for whatever reason, I wasn’t mad about it. There was no question in my mind that we were going to keep doing what we were doing, so it was inevitable that those closest to us would find out about it sooner rather than later. I was okay with that. And I had no idea why that didn’t cause me to panic.

I also didn’t panic when Demi and Sasha ratted me out.

Cassidy slammed her laptop closed, abruptly disconnecting the Skype call with the rat finks and Quinn without so much as a goodbye. It was just as good a time as any to broach the second nugget.

Pushing the cracked door open, I stepped inside and closed it back behind me. “Your mom hurt herself? That’s why you left San Diego?”

Cassidy stood, busying herself with connecting her laptop to charge. “I told you that before. You thought I was lying?”

She was calm. A little too calm. I’d figured there’d be a lot of yelling and mud slinging between us when this conversation finally happened, but I didn’t feel like doing any of that. Maybe it was because the energy it would take to do it was percolating in my pants with all the unresolved sexual tension still arcing between us. Unresolved for me, at least. Jesus, she really needed to stop bending over furniture right in front of me.

“I thought you were running away from me.” She should run away from me. And maybe wear a chastity belt or something.