Page 58 of The Monster and the Masochist

Her knee shifted again, and I took the opportunity to grind my own aching clit into it as she writhed over me.

It didn’t take much.

Even through my shorts and boxers, the sight of Cassandra falling apart above me was almost enough to make me come untouched, and before I could even process what was happening, my own orgasm consumed me.

Not wanting to take away from her moment, I gritted my teeth against the pleasure, barely allowing my hands to spasm on her hips as she continued to slowly ride out the aftershocks of her climax.

“That’s it, baby,” I hummed, brushing my thumbs over her hip bones as she slowly came down on top of me. “You did so good, sweet girl,” I whispered, and she blinked at me, looking cum-drunk and totally irresistible.

“Theo?” she breathed, almost as if she was coming out of a fugue state. She frowned, and I smiled up at her, though there was a sinking feeling in my gut telling me I was about to get my heart broken.

“Yeah, baby girl?” I asked softly, reaching up and brushing my thumb gently over her puffy bottom lip. “You alright?”

Her frown deepened, and her eyes searched mine. I flinched, waiting for what I knew was coming.

She was going to be horrified with herself.

She was going to tell me this was a mistake.

She was going to call the whole fake wedding thing off and go back to ghosting me and ignoring my texts.

It was okay.

I’d prepared for this.

I knew this was a possibility, but even if she never spoke to me again, it had been worth it.

At least I could keep the memory of how beautiful she looked falling apart on top of me.

It was something I planned on clinging to long after she was gone.

Maybe it could be one of my three good things.

My eyes stung with tears as I braced for the impending pain.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Don’t let her see you cry.

I must have closed my eyes, because I jumped in surprise as warm fingers gently cupped the side of my face.

I looked up to find Cassandra still staring at me, but she wasn’t frowning anymore.

She was smiling, her brown eyes sparkling with something… playful?

“Well, to answer your earlier question, I think I might be attracted to women,” she teased, and a surprised half laugh, half sob erupted out of me when I realized I had read her completely wrong.

She wasn’t ghosting me. She was just trying to work out her sexuality. I’d been selfish to make this about me. It should have always been about her.

Cass frowned again, and I cursed myself for being the one to take that smile away.

She brushed her thumb across my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t been able to keep from falling.

“Why are you crying?” she whispered, her voice full of tender concern. I shook my head, unable to keep what I was sure was a goofy, shit-eating grin from spreading across my face.

Instead of answering her, I sat up abruptly and wrapped my arms around her waist before rolling to flip her beneath me on the couch.

She squealed as I peppered her face and throat with kisses, and I laughed at how girlie and cute she was being right now.