A Reckless Decision.

Liana Blake

I stood there in the pitch-black room, my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. The only sounds were Cassian’s heavy breathing and the soft rustle of the sheets as he moved on the bed. I put on Ella’s mask slowly, covering my face so that even if the light came back somehow, he would not see that it was me.

I walked toward the bed on quiet feet. Every step made my chest hurt more. This was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But tomorrow I would be gone forever, and right now he needed someone. Right now he thought I was her. My knees touched the side of the mattress. I climbed up carefully and lay down next to him.

His hand found my arm right away. He pulled me closer with surprising strength. “Ella… you’re here… thank god… I need you so bad right now.”

I did not speak. I just pressed my body against his. His skin felt hot and damp with sweat. His black suit jacket was already half open. I helped him take it off, then his shirt. My fingers moved over the hard muscles of his chest. He groaned and grabbed my waist, pulling me on top of him.

“Kiss me,” he said, his voice thick.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was deep and messy. He tasted like champagne and something stronger. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I met it with mine. My whole body felt like it was on fire. Years of wanting him exploded inside me all at once. Tears ran down my face under the mask, but he could not see them in the dark.

His hands slid under my dress, moving up my thighs. “You’re so soft… fuck, Ella… I need to feel you.” He pushed the dress higher until it bunched around my waist. His fingers found the edge of my panties and pulled them down. I lifted my hips to help him. The cool air touched my bare skin and made me shiver.

“You’re already wet for me,” he murmured, sliding one finger between my legs. He rubbed slowly, circling the most sensitive spot. I bit my lip hard so I would not cry out his name. My hips moved against his hand on their own.

“Please,” he said, his voice breaking. “I need to be inside you. Right now. I can’t wait.”

I reached down and opened his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard and hot in my hand. I stroked it slowly from base to tip, feeling the wetness already leaking from the head. He hissed through his teeth.

“Fuck yes… just like that… put me in, Ella. Put my cock inside your tight pussy.”

I guided him to my entrance and sank down slowly. The stretch burned in the best way. Inch by inch he filled me until I sat fully on him. We both stayed still for a long moment, breathing hard. I could feel every pulse of his cock deep inside me.

Then he grabbed my hips and started to move. He thrust up hard while pulling me down. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the dark room. “You’re so tight… so fucking good… ride me harder.”

I planted my hands on his chest and moved faster. Up and down, up and down. My breasts bounced under the dress. His hands squeezed my ass, guiding me, slamming me down onto him again and again. Every thrust hit a place deep inside that made sparks shoot through my stomach.

“Talk to me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me you love my cock.”

I kept my voice soft and breathy so he would not know it was me. “It feels so good… your cock is so big… it’s stretching me so much… I love it… I love how deep you are.”

“Fuck yes… take it all… bounce on it, baby. Make that pussy cream all over me.”

I rode him harder, chasing the pleasure that was building fast. Sweat ran down my back. My thighs burned. He sat up suddenly and wrapped his arms around me, still thrusting up into me. His mouth found my neck and sucked hard. I knew it would leave a mark, but I did not care.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” he growled against my skin. “I’m going to fill this pussy up until it’s dripping. You want that? You want my cum deep in you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, the word torn from me.

His thrusts turned wild and deep. One of his hands slipped between us and rubbed my clit in fast circles. The pleasure crashed over me so hard I saw white behind my eyes. My walls clenched tight around him as I came, shaking and crying out into his shoulder. The orgasm went on and on, waves of heat rolling through my whole body.

He followed right after, slamming up hard one last time and holding me down. I felt his cock pulse as he emptied himself inside me, thick hot spurts of cum flooding deep. He kept moving through it, slow and deep, pushing every drop as far as it would go.

We stayed locked together for a long time after, breathing hard against each other. His arms were tight around me. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down. The dark room felt quiet and heavy now. My body still trembled from the force of what we had done. His cum leaked out of me slowly, warm and sticky on my thighs.

After a while his grip loosened. His breathing turned deep and even. He had fallen asleep, still inside me. I stayed there for several more minutes, memorizing the feel of him, the smell of his skin, the way his arms felt around me even in sleep. Tears kept falling under the mask. This was the only night I would ever have him, and it was not even really me he wanted.

Carefully I lifted myself off him. His soft cock slipped out, followed by more of his cum. I found my panties on the floor and pulled them back on, then smoothed my dress down. I took Ella’s mask off and left it on the nightstand where I had found it. My legs felt weak as I stood.

The sky outside the window was still black, but the first thin line of gray was starting to show. Dawn was coming. I had to leave before he woke up. I walked to the door on quiet feet and put my hand on the handle.

Just as I turned it and opened the door a few inches, a voice spoke from the bed behind me. It was rough from sleep, but clear.

“Liana.”