The Secret Hours Ch 05

Cassian grabbed onto me before I even had time to think about what was happening. Once again, we were in the same position as before. I was straddling his lap and had my arms around his neck as he held me by the small of my back and began to kiss me again.

Yet again, I could feel Cassian's member growing harder against my center. He became instantly hard and his dick rested upwards this time, falling between both of our stomachs.

This time, I needed a warning. It was too much too quickly, after what we had just discussed. I stopped kissing him back and broke free of his grip, trying to separate myself from him once again. He looked disappointed, but after what he had said about not feeling morally correct about what we were doing, I didn't feel like I could continue the game we had been playing.

I quickly swam over to the side of the pool, resting my chest against the inside and my arms on the edge to hold me up. I attempted to catch my breath, focusing on the feel of rough concrete under my fingers, the way my hard nipples pressed into the side of the pool, and the tightness in my core. There was no doubt that I was hopelessly turned on and wanted Cassian to do more to me, but I meant what I said to him. I couldn't help someone cheat. It was a line I wasn't willing to cross.

I leaned against the edge of the pool like that for a while, trying hard to ignore Cassian. After he got over his shock of me being the one to say no this time, I could hear him swimming behind me, the sound of splashing water coming closer and then further away as he performed laps from one end of the pool to the other. Good I thought. Platonic distance. No funny business. I relaxed my body as best I could and tried to fight the arousal still coursing through my blood. I looked up at the sky, noticing how the clouds had shifted positions and were moving around like magic. It was almost therapeutic, kicking my feet in the warm water and listening to the sound of Cassian swimming behind me. I knew it had to be early morning at this point, but I just wasn't ready for the night to end, even if it meant no more kissing and affection between Cassian and I.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the rhythmic splashing of Cassian's strokes stop. I didn't notice how the water started to ripple towards me, and the silent sounds of someone swimming closer and closer behind me. I truly was at peace, almost in a dream-like state, letting the world slip away to nothing around me while I relaxed.

I let out a startled gasp when I suddenly felt Cassian pressed against my backside, his chest into my back, his head on my shoulder. A small breath escaped my mouth as he swept my wet hair to the side of my head and began to kiss the back of my neck, small but hungry. I felt him reach around and caress my breasts, taking time to feel the smooth cups before settling on my hard nipples. He tweaked one in between his fingers, eliciting a moan from my mouth that was probably a bit too loud for our current public situation.

Why was he doing this? I knew what was going to happen if I didn't stop Cassian from his ministrations, but I realized that my lust was overpowering my moral compass and I couldn't be bothered to care anymore. I simply was incapable of caring about anything besides the feel of Cassian's hard body pressed into mine, his strong fingers pinching my nipple gently, his other hand caressing my hip. I felt Cassian's dick pressed against my lower back, harder than it had been all night. I was facing away from him so I couldn't see it, but I guessed that he was a generous length.

My estimations were confirmed when Cassian reached down and felt for my center to line up his member. One of his hands came around and rested on top of mine on the concrete edge of the pool while the other plunged below the water and started to feel around for my entrance. He found my clit and for a brief, agonizing moment gently caressed it. I moaned again, my head falling back against his shoulder. His hand tightened on mine and he squeezed my fingers, a silent signal that told me what was about to happen. This was his way of asking if I was sure, if I really wanted to go through with the act that was quickly approaching. I gave his hand a squeeze back, and it was all the confirmation Cassian needed.

Cassian moved his hand from my sensitive nerve and found my entrance. He pushed one finger inside, feeling around and making sure I was comfortable before plunging a second finger into me. A gasp fell from my lips and I shifted my hips to push down, forcing his fingers deeper inside of me. I felt his dick twitch against my lower back, obviously enjoying my reactions even if he himself refused to say anything. The silence was almost necessary - creating a feeling of surrealism. If neither of us verbally acknowledged what we were doing, was it really so wrong? Was it happening at all?

He worked his fingers in and out of me, and it was abundantly clear that Cassian knew what he was doing. It was almost a relief to be with someone who was older, who knew how to please me and didn't keep asking is this okay? is this okay? every time they touched me. Even though we were in a pool, I could tell there was a different kind of slickness on my insides that was allowing Cassian's fingers to drift easily in and out of me, creating a beautiful friction that I didn't want to end. I felt the urge to take my free hand and bring it down to my clit, to pleasure myself as he worked my insides with his fingers. When I moved my arm to do so, Cassian's free hand grabbed mine and stacked it on top of my other one. He then held both my hands down with his one, making it impossible for me to reach below and touch either one of us, sending a new wave of frustration and anxiety throughout my body.

His hardness was driving me crazy, and I pushed my back into his stomach to create some kind of tension for him. I was rewarded with a moan from his soft lips as I applied friction to his member, rubbing my back up and down on his length. His moans only made me crave more of him.

Finally, after Cassian had familiarized himself with my center, he withdrew his fingers. I gasped at the sudden emptiness I felt, immediately needing to be full again, to feel more. I felt Cassian grip his hardened cock behind me and attempt to line it up with my center. He paused for a moment, then started rubbing the head of his dick against my clit, and my entire body shuddered.

"Fuck." I felt the word leave my mouth before I could even think, suddenly embarrassed that he knew just how much I was enjoying whatever this was. He continued to drag his hardness against my center, and as good as it felt, I suddenly had a feral need to feel his length inside of me.

I was someone who had very few orgasms, most of which required some kind of vibrator or serious arousal in combination with a hungry tongue. Even though I knew I wouldn't cum from it, the feel of Cassian's dick on my clit was driving me wild. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to simply feel, to be aroused and hot and unbelieving of the situation that I was in.

With one final, slow stroke over my clit, Cassian shifted his member to line his head up with my opening.

"Are you sure?" he asked me, giving me a final opportunity to back out. Everything flashed through my mind at once. The first time we made eye contact, that fateful night that Violet finally introduced us at the bar. The countless evenings turned mornings we spent at the tavern, drinking and talking. The entirety of the night that had played out before us. I didn't know a lot, let alone what I was feeling. But I did know that I was sure, that I needed Cassian in a way I rarely felt I needed anyone. I needed his hardness inside me, his length to stretch me and fill me up and make me feel good.

"I'm sure." my voice was raspy from not having spoken in so long. He squeezed my hand tighter as he finally, slowly plunged his length inside of me. It had been so long since I had been fucked it stung as he sank into me. Mentally I confirmed that he had to have been of considerable length if he was able to take me from behind, standing up in the pool.

I heard his breath catch as he submerged himself into me. "Claude," he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine, and making my core ache for more His dick filled me up perfectly, stretching me to my complete fullness, and then a bit more. I gasped out loud, the line of pain and pleasure blurring, my head spinning with the intoxicating feeling of being so full.

"You're so tight" he whispered in my ear. His quiet words sent shivers down my spine and I arched my back into him, attempting to feel him deeper in my center. Cassian slowly withdrew his member and then sank back into me, causing the water around us to ripple and shift.

I moaned again, not caring if my neighbors could hear me, that someone could easily look outside their window and see me being fucked over the side of the pool by Cassian. The thrill of potentially being caught only made me more aroused, only made me lean into Cassian further, moaning everytime he slowly pulled out and pushed deeper into me.

I was expecting something fast and hard, especially after his fingers made it very clear he knew what he was doing, but Cassian stayed consistently slow. It was almost a different kind of pleasure all together, the slow, steady rhythm of him removing his dick almost to the end of his head, and then slowly pushing back into me. I cried out with every thrust, not able to wrap my head around the immense pleasure Cassian was causing me. The feelings were completely overwhelming, but I craved even more. My clit was swollen and begging for attention and my nipples were hard, still pressing against the side of the pool, creating a little bit of friction that was continuing to stimulate my arousal.

Finally, Cassian sped up his pace, if only a little bit. We weren't talking, but the night air was filled with our synchronized grunts and moans. It was something so raw and feral, an experience I had never had before. I had never felt this intense of passion and lust for anyone, and I would never have let anyone fuck me in a pool, or without a condom in a typical situation. But this was not a typical situation in any way. This was Cassian, and simply the aurora of his being was different from anything else I had ever known before.

I considered this and moaned out to him.

"Don't cum inside me." He kept pumping in and out, squeezing my hand tighter. With his free hand, he began to fondle my breasts again, cupping them and then pinching a hard nipple between his delicate fingers, creating more sensation and pleasure coiling inside my body.

"I won't," he finally responded, still thrusting in and out and creating a rocking set of waves in the pool. He was so big, I felt like I was being completely stretched out, and to be honest it wasn't a feeling I was used to. The men I had been with before had all been considerably smaller, and would never have been able to take me from behind like this.

"Promise," I panted out. "Promise you won't cum inside of me." My eyes were still shut as I rocked into the motion with Cassian, milking the length of his dick with every movement. As much as I wanted to enjoy the moment, I knew that this wasn't the safest situation. Without a condom, I was exposing myself to potential diseases, and Cassian and I had obviously not had the obligatory "safe sex" talk before he decided to start thrusting into me. The taboo of it was intoxicating, but I still didn't want to end up pregnant.

"I promise," Cassian said, speeding up his pace yet again. His free hand was still around my breast, playing with the nipple as he panted and groaned with each thrust back inside me. I was uncontrollably moaning at this point, never having experienced pleasure to this degree, passion and rawness to this extent. He squeezed my hand again, and I felt his member inside of me tense up even harder. I could feel his dick jolt a couple times, and Cassian slowed down his pace, obviously trying to last a little bit longer before coming, fighting off an orgasm that I'm sure was just on the edge.

I leaned into him, resting my head up on his shoulder, my eyes closed tight. The pleasure inside of me tightened, and for the first time I considered that Cassian might be able to make me cum. The moment was so intense and perfect, and it felt like we could stay like that, making slow love in the pool forever.

All of a sudden, a loud ringing noise pierced through the quiet nighttime air. I was immediately startled and my body jumped. I quickly opened my eyes, recognizing the sound immediately. It was my alarm to get up in the morning, set for five a.m.. Cassian and I had stayed up all night in the pool playing stupid games, and I had meetings to be at in a few hours. Still drunk and having gotten no sleep, I started to panic about the reality of the situation I was in.

"That's my alarm. It's five in the morning," I finally said to Cassian. I pushed back against him, his member still resting in me even though he had ceased his thrusting at the sound of the alarm. I gently slid off of him, sighing at the sudden emptiness I felt from losing his member. I knew that he had been about to come, and must have been ready to finish. But my alarm was a sign. When you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, I told myself. Without looking over at Cassian, I swam to where my phone rested against the edge of the pool and turned off the alarm. I looked back over my shoulder at Cassian, who had followed me over. Glancing down beneath the water, I could see his raging boner bouncing up and down as he treated in the deep water, clearly still ready for more action. I wanted to reach out and touch it so badly, to grip my hand around his shaft and keep rubbing him until he came from my hand alone.

But reality had snapped back into place for me, the alarm on my phone reminding me exactly what situation I was in and leaving me wondering how I was going to make it to my meetings I had later. I gave Cassian an apologetic look and glanced upwards for the final time that night.

"The sun is starting to come up," I said to him, a part of me unable to believe just how late, or early, it was. He also looked up and saw how the dark night sky was beginning to turn a light purple color, the first indications that the night was over and the soberness of daytime was soon to be upon us.

"Yeah, it is." he said it like a confession, like something that was true but he didn't want to believe.

"I have meetings today, like in a few hours." I said to him. "I should probably go inside and shower and take a small nap before my day begins." I realized how stupid I had been, and was confused at how things had gotten to the point they did before my alarm went off. I had never felt more embarrassed. I shook my head as I reached for my towel on the side of the pool, slowly pulling it over my naked and wet body as I climbed up the ladder and out into the cold air that had just seemed unbearably hot a few hours before.

Whatever this was, whatever had happened tonight, was over. It was like a quickly fleeting dream, and we both knew that the passion and lust was gone, replaced by guilt and confusion.

"Yeah, I should probably go home," Cassian said. He followed my path over to the ladder, and also climbed out of the pool. He wrapped his towel around his waist, but I could still see his boner peeking out. It tented the front of the towel, clearly indicating that he was still very hard and very much aroused. For a brief moment I considered going to him, touching him the way he had touched me, maybe even getting down on my knees and taking his hard member into my mouth. Stop thinking like that. My center was still lava, my clit swollen and begging for attention to induce a proper orgasm, but I knew none of this could happen. The sun was coming up. Our secret hours were over.

I went inside my apartment, still dripping wet. I threw on an oversized sweatshirt to try and regain at least a fraction of my modesty and went back out to the pool to clean up the beer cans we had left outside. When I stepped back out, the light in the sky was a little bit brighter, causing my head to hurt and ache with the too much alcohol consumed that night, and the reminders of the bad decisions I had made. I expected to see Cassian out by the pool, waiting for me. But as I looked around, he was gone. His clothes and shoes had been picked up and were nowhere to be seen. I felt immediate disappointment, but knew it was for the best. I picked up our beer cans and went back inside my apartment. My head was spinning with the memories of what had just happened, how Cassian had taken me so gently and passionately in the pool, making me feel true pleasure and adult lust for maybe the first time in my life.

I slammed my apartment door and locked it behind me. Shedding my sweatshirt, I grabbed my blue bullet vibrator from my bedside drawer and headed to the shower. Just because Cassian was gone didn't mean I couldn't still think about him. I had beautiful memories to fuel my activities, to remind me of how turned on I still was, how real the experience we shared was.

I went to the bathroom and started the shower, laying my vibrator on the shelf. Cassian would come around again, I was sure of it. We would still run into each other at the bar, still be friendly. Even if we never fucked again, I would still have the sweet memories of it and I knew it was an experience I would remember for the rest of my life. I closed the door to my bathroom and climbed into the warm shower, turning my vibrator on high and lowering it to my center, a small gasp escaping my lips as I silently moaned Cassian's name, over and over. The embarrassment could wait. Right then, I needed pleasure.