Chapter 4

[Cassidy’s POV]

Mister tall, dark, and handsome’s hands trail over my body. Slipping beneath the straps of my dress and pulling them down until my boobs are released.

“Fuck,” he growls, taking it in like a hungry beast. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Since reaching the room, he couldn’t keep his hands off me, and honestly, I was okay with it.

The more he touched, kissed, and caressed me, the more I forgot about the betrayal that Isaac and Tina gave me.

“This is nothing,” I murmur, reaching around and beginning to unzip my dress. “How can you say such things when you’ve only had a small peak?”

Who am I? I wonder as I let my dress fall and crumple around my waist, leaving me bare in front of the man beneath me.

Never in my life have I done something like this, but for some reason, I’m not nervous.

On the contrary, I’m excited.

I feel beautiful, confident, and bold just by the look in the eyes of my distraction for the evening.

“Even without the peak, I would say it,” the man in question says now, grabbing my hips and pulling so I can feel his bulge against my needy core.

“Mmmm,” I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Is this your way of telling me to hurry?”

As I speak, I let my hands slide along his broad shoulders to his firm chest, and then I start undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one until I can pull it open and take in his tan chest beneath.

He’s well-built, much more built than Isaac, and I find myself wondering how he would feel if I showed up with a man like Mister Mystery beside me.

I was sure that his face would twist with jealousy and rage.

“Hey.”

Mister Mystery’s voice draws me back to the present, where I’m simply sitting with my hands against his chest, and I feel a wave of self-loathing for even letting Isaac’s cheating ass get between me and my distraction.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of someone else while you’re with me.”

Mister Mystery’s voice is deep and dangerous, and his hand that reaches up and cups my chin is rough but gentle at the same time.

“When you’re with me, you are to focus only on me, understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe hornily. “I understand.”

“Good,” he rumbles, pulling my mouth to his so that his tongue can claim my own, and when his teeth clamp down on my lip, a moan escapes me.

“That’s such a sexy sound,” he growls, his mouth trailing along my jaw to my throat to my shoulder and then finally claiming one of my nipples.

“Ah!” I hiss, delight rushing through me. “Not so rough.”

“Why? Don’t tell me that you expect me to treat you gently.”

I didn’t, but I also didn’t necessarily expect him to turn me into a chew toy either. However, I was finding that the little bursts of pain he was making me feel left me tender and sensitive so that when he kissed or touched me, everything was more intense.

“Tell me,” I gasp as mister mystery continues to attack my nipples. “What should I call you once you start fucking me? Should I call you Mister Mystery?”

“Mister Mystery,” he repeats, lifting his gaze to mine. “Is that what you’re calling me in your head?”

“It is,” I admit sheepishly. “I don’t have anything else to call you.”

“That won’t do,” he murmurs, suddenly standing and then shifting us so he is hovering over me. “I look forward to you screaming my name with these perfect lips.”

“Then tell me your name,” I moan as he starts kissing down my body until he reaches my belly button. “So that I can scream it properly.”

“Chandler,” he rumbles, yanking my dress off and throwing it to the ground. “My name is Chandler, so you better say it properly.”

Nodding, I wait while Chandler hooks his fingers into my underwear and then pulls, removing them and leaving me naked aside from my heels.

“Mmmmm, you’re bald here,” he murmurs, pressing a finger against my pussy. “It’s sexy.”

“Would you like a better view?” I ask, slowly opening my legs for him to see. “Do you like what you see?”

“I do,” Chandler confirms, positioning himself between my thighs. “But I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

I don’t get the chance to respond before he dives in, his tongue parting my pussy lips, and his finger entering me, taunting me, driving me crazy, and leaving me breathless from the moans that start to erupt from me.

He’s skilled, but honestly, it isn’t that surprising because what guy who looks like him wouldn’t have had a few ladies?

“What should you be saying?” He asks, snapping me out of my reverie.

“P-pardon?”

My head is fuzzy, and I can’t think straight, but when my gaze meets Chandler’s, I realize what it is that he wants from me.

“Chandler,” I whisper, testing his name on my tongue.

“Again,” he murmurs, shoving his finger deep into me.

“Chandler,” I repeat as he starts to move it in me.

“Again.” He repeats, his tongue finding my clit again.

“Chandler,” I moan, arching my back.

“Again.”

Again.

That single word becomes a mantra, building me up and pushing Chandler’s tongue and fingers to attack me, and when it finally disappears and all that fills the silence around us is my voice moaning his name, I find myself falling into a world of pleasure that is completely new to me.

My insides twitch, my body arches, and my voice rings out embarrassingly loud as finally I feel myself crashing into sweet release, but even then, Chandler doesn’t stop his torturing.

Not only does he not stop, his attacks increase, driving me insane until I’m mewling like a cat in heat and cumming again way too quickly.

Only after my second release does he finally release me, but as I lay panting, my body humming from the ecstasy that I’ve felt, I know that this is only the beginning.

“I hope you aren’t tired already,” Chandler chuckles, undoing his pants and releasing the beast hiding beneath. “Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

“I figured,” I murmur, watching as he reaches into his back pocket and grabs a condom. “And I assure you that I’m not nearly satisfied enough anyway.”

Usually after a few orgasms I would be done and ready to sleep, but tonight, I feel alive and ready for whatever it is that this man is about to give me.