A History of Hexing

Chapter 6: Cassandra

"That's a question I didn't stick around to find out," he said. "All I know is I've been trying to avoid him since the last time we met. I thought I was rid of him." He moved his hand higher and pressed against me.

"What did he do to you?" I asked. I squeezed his c**k, and he took a deep breath.

"It's not what he did to me, but what we did to someone else." Kyler rubbed his face with his free hand, his other hand pressing against me. I wondered what he would think if he knew how wet I had become. How wet he made me when he was close.

"Dude, don't worry about it," Dash said through the crack in the open door.

Kyler jerked his hand away and moved his leg, laying a throw pillow on his lap. "The f**k, Dash? Close the f*****g door."

"Don't get your panties in a wad," Dash said. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Doesn't matter what happened, man. You're safe here. The academy vetted us all and will continue to do so. You're fine."

"Shut the door, Dash," I said and he frowned, moving back like a hurt puppy. "They care about you. Just like I do."

"Like you do?" Kyler questioned.

"Well, sort of," I said with a smile. I removed the pillow from his lap and tossed it over the couch. The bulge remained. "I think you're happy to see me."

Kyler chuckled. "I think you're right. What gave it away?"

I moved from my seat and straddled his lap, catching him completely off guard. His hard-on pressed against me, and I moaned, causing his eyes to light up. It was as if he had no idea he could excite a woman. I pressed down on his lap, the wetness growing between my legs.

Kyler put his hands on my hips and stumbled over his words before pulling me in for a kiss. If he were as inexperienced as it seemed, his kiss gave no indication. I opened my mouth when he opened his, the two of us sharing a delicious exchange, his tongue wasting no time in exploring.

"I love you, Cass."

"I love you, Kyler."

His bulge repeatedly pushed against me, wanting to escape, wanting to find the place it needed to be, the place I wanted it to be and had wanted for months. His fingers fumbled with the hem of my shirt, raising it over my head. Still kissing him, still lost in the mesmerizing taste of his lips, I released my bra and dropped it to the floor.

"f**k, you're beautiful," he said.

I pressed down and moved my hips in a circle, his hands delicately playing with my breasts, euphoria building in my soul. Kyler's hands were much gentler than either Dash's or Braeden's, treating me as if he were sculpting a piece of art.

"f**k," he whispered, and I leaned my head back, my breasts in his face, teasing him. He moved his wet, hot mouth around my left breast, his hunger for me growing with every nibble. My mind struggled to stay in control, elation sending me into Kyler's every desire.

Kyler moved a hand between my legs, his fingers wet from my juices soaking through my panties. I opened my eyes to see him placing those fingers in his mouth, tasting me, his smile solidifying the delectable taste.

"I want you inside me," I said, and backed away. I stood in front of Kyler, and he placed his hands on my hips again. He pushed my pants to the floor and shook his head at the sight of my drenched panties. "Satisfied?"

"Not yet," he said, needful. He reached far between my legs and grabbed my ass, the thong bikini giving him free access to my bare ass. As his hand came forward, his middle finger glided blissfully between my cheeks, the finger then pressing against my panties and between my p***y lips. I moaned, so anxious for him to be inside me.

I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband, but Kyler pushed my hands away, replacing my thumbs with his. He kissed my drenched panties, and I lewdly gyrated against his mouth, a vulgar want growing inside me. "f**k me, Kyler. Please f**k me."

As he slowly, teasingly slow, pulled my panties down my legs, he slashed his tongue between my legs, his decadent act causing my legs to part further. But it was truly the assault of his warm mouth kissing at my thighs that sent my mind and body spiraling. Every kiss sent titillating pulses to my p***y.

I couldn't take it anymore, wanting, desiring his d**k inside me. I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to steady myself and failing miserably. "I can't wait, Kyler. Put it in me."

Kyler moved me back and stood, removing his shirt and pants, freeing himself for me to see. I had decided months ago when it happened between Kyler and I that it needed to be different than with Dash and Braeden.

I kissed his delicious lips and moved to his chest, placing my hands on his hips as I went to my knees, his c**k bouncing against my chin. He ran his fingers through my hair and moaned loudly when I took him into my mouth, the first time I'd ever had a man's c**k between my lips.

At first it was very awkward, my teeth often scraping skin. Kyler flinched but never pulled out. Then I hit a savory rhythm, moving him in and out as I moved my hand up and down. I thought the whole thing would be gross, but the more I sucked and prodded him, the wetter I became. And then for no reason other than the sensuousness of the moment, I reached between my legs and slid my fingers across my clit, the sensation rapturous.

Kyler placed a finger beneath my chin and raised my head, wanting me to stand. From the feel of his gentle spasms, I thought he was ready to come.

I stood in front of Kyler, and he kissed me, deep and sensual, breathing in my soul. He then sat on the couch and patted his lap. I knew what he wanted because I wanted the same.

I straddled his lap again and reached between us, guiding his thick c**k between my legs. Kyler pulled me forward and hungrily sucked my n*****s, the engorged tips throbbing with need. I rested my chin on his head while he devoured me, his lips moving from my n*****s to my neck and then back to my n*****s again, a carnal darkness consuming my s****l desire.

Moving slow, I lowered onto Kyler, and we both let out a long moan. At first, we just enjoyed the contact, satisfied with slow, erotic movements, but then things became hurried, rough, hot and sweaty. Kyler bucked as I came down, his mouth attacking my bouncing breasts. I came hard, and my body swayed as if I were floating on clouds. Then a warm jet filled me, and Kyler's eyes squeezed shut, his body stiff and tense.

We fell to the couch, side by side, looking into each other's eyes. Kyler kissed my forehead and nose and then my lips, his breath still warm and inviting.

"Everything I thought it would be with you," he said. He moved a few stray hairs away from my face and kissed me again. I placed my leg over his and felt his c**k press against my opening.

"I knew it would be amazing," I said. "I never had a doubt, Kyler."

"I think we're good now," he said. "I was worried we'd never get around to it."

"And now you'll never want to stop," I said playfully. "So, you'll walk out with a smile on your face?"

"I will, and if you don't get dressed, I'll walk out with a hard-on."

We spent the next few minutes kissing and touching, exploring freely, our bodies together. Kyler then moved over me.

"You know about the fall festival dance?" he asked.

"Yeah, Ruby and I were talking about it last night."

"The guys and I want to take you as our date," Kyler said. "What do you think?"

I rolled Kyler over and rested my chin on his chest. "I think it's a fabulous idea."

"Cool." He kissed my nose. "One other thing you need."

"Yeah?"

He smiled and turned me over, laying me back and spreading my legs. "You need to come."