Fuensalida

Chapter 32

Cassie drove away from the restaurant, declining the offer to join her new friends at their home to celebrate the dawning of a New Year. She had told them she appreciated dinner, and to escape the house for a few hours, but that she would enjoy a night without any family around. It was not often that she had an opportunity to have the house to herself, and while unfortunate it had to happen on such a celebratory night, she was going to enjoy a long hot bubble bath in her porcelain tub and read a good smut romance novel.

The car most certainly did not make its way back to her home. Instead she drove into the next town over and pulled the car into a driveway that had the lights on. She reached up and fixed her hair, glancing at herself in the rearview mirror.

An elaborate plan came to fruition a few nights ago. Chris and Cassie had come to an agreement. He wanted to be alone with her daughter, she wanted to escape and see her lover, which she had admitted to Chris those few nights ago. He had looked at her with a smirk and told her he had known she had found a lover. Instead of reacting to his smugness she had simply told him he would leave her to her indiscretions and she would keep from slicing his penis off in his sleep. He only nodded, a sort of acknowledgement of the truth.

Celeste had agreed to go skiing with her friends, but at the last minute had told her friends she was going to visit a sick aunt. They all fussed and pouted, but allowed her the lie. Instead Celeste had met Chris a state over, the two of them celebrating New Years their own way, which Cassie did not want to know. It had been pure luck that Chris’s job had truly wanted him that weekend for something that no one questioned. He was willing to leave his family on New Years for work, which would garner him a raise he did not need later on.

Cassie slipped out of the car, hugging the faux fur to her body. Celeste would not allow real fur in the house, it had been something she had always fought. Leather was okay because they ate cow, but if they weren’t eating a fox they were not allowed to wear one. Not wanting to hear the arguments Cassie had bought an elaborate coat that appeared real enough Cassie often lied. She was allowed to indulge her own fantasies once in a while.

Knocking on the door she heard the gruff, “Just a minute,” and slow movement inside of the house. Anxiously waiting she could barely keep herself from bouncing up and down. She hoped she was not interrupting something, though she highly doubted she was interrupting anything of the same caliber as she had him doing on some nights.

Logan pulled the door open and looked down at his lover. His eyes widened, not having expected her on this particular night.

“What are you doing home on New Years Eve?” she asked, feigning surprise that he was, and very obviously alone.

“It would seem you were expecting me to be home,” he told her, trying to look her over.

“I just happened to be driving by,” she lied in a way that let him know that was not the case. “Are you going to invite me in?”

“Oh… right.” Quickly stepping out of her way he opened the door far enough to let her in. She grinned widely and stepped through the door into his warm home. He closed and locked the door behind her. “Where were you headed?”

“Home,” she told him. “I went out to dinner and had a few drinks, but I think my head has had enough obnoxious company for the night.”

Logan chuckled. “I’ll take that a s a compliment.”

“It is.” She turned towards him, facing him, eyes hooded behind mascara. “So what are you doing home?”

“I hadn’t decided on doing anything,” he shrugged, “so I wasn’t.”

“Makes sense.” She reached up and pulled the coat from her body and hung it over a chair.

“I…” all of the wind escaped him and he had to take a long breath in, “thought so.”

Cassie stepped back, leaning against the couch. She was dressed in a blue dress that clung to the perfect curves of her body, all being held up by a simple black ribbon wrapped around her neck. “So how are you going to celebrate now?”

Logan looked her over and met her warm smile. “Looks like I’m staying in tonight.” He reached up to the suit jacket he was wearing and slid it off, revealing a crisp white shirt underneath.

He was lying. He was dressed to go out, even if he was not taking the event he was going to as seriously as he could have been. The suit jacket told her enough, the crisp white shirt, new if she knew anything, had been bought for the occasion. He was forgoing it for a night alone with her. She could not help the slow smile of satisfaction already crossing her face. “It sounds like a plan to me.”

“Does it?” he asked casually, but with a grin.

“Absolutely.” Reaching up to her neck she gripped the ribbon and gave it a quick tug. His eyes remained on her, unbuttoning the shirt slowly . Without any other action from her the dress began to slide down her body, slowly, tantalizingly. The silky fabric pulled away from her breasts, peeling away to reveal the perfection, then sliding down until the dress was pooled around her ankles. Appreciation for her lack of undergarments was shown in the quick swelling of his cock.

Logan swallowed hard in response.

“You’re not still having doubts, are you?” she asked, letting her fingers slowly trail over her skin.

“That certainly hadn’t crossed my mind,” he admitted, surprised his lips were working at all.

“Good.” He kicked off his shoes as she turned away from him, her ass swaying towards the hallway. “Let’s do something different.”

“Oh?” He began to follow, leaving his shoes behind, still fighting to pull his shirt from his body.

“Sure.” Walking into his room she moved straight to the bed, crawling over it and across is. “When did we have sex in a bed?”

“That’s a… very good point,” he agreed. He stepped further into the room behind her, pulling the shirt off of his body and tossing it to the floor.

“I thought so.” Her hand snaked out and fingers wrapped into the waist of his pants, tugging him closer. Putting up no resistance he slid closer to her, letting her work at his pants. Hot lips went over his stomach, kissing down it, fingers nimbly pulling his belt, well worn, free of the slacks, not nearly as worn. She licked along the waist of his pants, the belt dropping heavily to the floor. His hand reached out, wrapping long fingers into her delicate hair, sliding his fingers through it, her hands moving his pants and boxers away from him and down to his ankles. Her mouth move easily to his cock, sliding her lips across the head. He could hardly conceal the low moan of pleasure.

Wrapping her hot lips around the head she sucked at it, reaching up and bouncing his balls a bit in her hands. His moan grew louder while she played with him, not letting up on her need to touch him.

Cassie tightened her mouth further around Logan’s cock. He could hardly hold back the moans, watching her mouth move back and forth over his length. She stroked his cock with her tongue, her hands massaging along his balls, feeling them swell. She licked, sucked, and moaned before repeating it all over again.

Logan looked down at her and between licks she murmured, “Take me.”

He grinned wide in response. “Be more specific.”

“Nope.” She stroked her hand along his cock. “This time you get to decide.

“I’ve decided,” he said with assuredness, “that you need to be more specific.” His grin widened further.

Cassie laughed, unable to resist, reaching up to him and gripping his shoulders. Giving him a hard tug he went tumbling down over her, covering her body with his, letting the clothes around his ankles slip free and fall to the floor. He only kept grinning at her, slipping between her legs. She pushed her hips upwards, rubbing against him, he pushed himself harder against her, rubbing back with an anxious grin.

Cassie slipped and slid under him, wrapping a leg around him. He rubbed harder against her, moaning in anticipation. “Fuck me,” she demanded of him. He only pushed harder against her. She shifted, letting her wet pussy lips catch along his cock. “Fuck me,” she demanded firmly, wanting more of him.

Shifting against her, he moved in just the right position. His cock found that soft welcome opening and instead of giving it to her gently he slammed himself deep inside of her. Arching her back she shook and kicked, his body thrusting again, again, making sure he was as deep inside of her as her body could possibly allow.

They could not wait. They need it too wildly. Their movements were quick and entangled, first starting with her on the bottom of him, taking his thick cock, before moving to her on top of him, bouncing hard along his length. Hands gripped the other eagerly, possessively. He squeezed her breasts like he would never see them again, she gripped his hips and drove herself harder onto his cock.

Back onto her back, he thrusted deeply into her, his mouth moving over her breasts, sucking on them as they bounced against his face. Enclosed in a feeling of absolute greediness, he thrust harder, pushing his finger to her clit and flicking it quickly, bringing her close. Lasting much longer was not going to be an option for him.

He pistoned her hard until she screamed out. As she screamed he pushed his lips hard to hers, kissing her deeply, letting her scream release into his mouth. He loved the taste of her need on her lips, and he could tell she still needed more.

She cried out loudly as she came along his cock. The jerking motion of her body, the writhing, brought him over the edge. Grinding hard into her he spurted, filling her. They continued to move together, almost breathlessly, wanting to make the moment last even as they felt it ending.

Together they flopped down on the bed and tried to catch their breath. Staring at the ceiling Cassie whispered, “Happy New Year,” into the heavy air of his bedroom.

“Were’ not there yet,” he corrected with a smile.

“Plan on staying awake for it?” Cassie asked casually.

“Plan to stick around for it?” he asked, a little more anxiously than he meant to.

“I have nowhere to be,” she admitted, stretching across the bed. He looked over at her, glancing over the body he just had used, happily. He was looking at her, expecting an answer, for the first time the entire night. She had come up with a great plan but had not actually had the chance to use it on him, he had seem more occupied on other things. “My husband is away on business,” she blurted out, “and my daughter is on a ski trip.”

“That works out nicely,” Logan could not help himself from saying.

“Yes it does,” she admitted, curling up against his side.

“For me, at least,” he amended.

“Oh really?” she asked with a small laugh.

“Absolutely,” he said lightly.

“Good to know.” She leaned forward and gave him a light kiss. He wrapped his hand in her short hair and pulled her down harder, kissing her deeply. It was Cassie who had to pull back, shaking a bit, wanting him again. “Shall we watch the countdown?”

“We can do that.”

She reached across him to the table and gripped the remote. Flicking on the television to any random local channel that would have someone doing a countdown she fell back down next to him. “How long do you think you can keep up with me in this affair?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” as casually as he could. The question, he admitted to only himself, scared him a bit. For reasons he was not exactly sure of.

“I guess we will,” she said casually in return and moved back to kiss him hard, their lips covering one another until the countdown began.