Free Cado by D.T. Dyllin

I could have gone that long without food or water…or hell, without a bathroom. My mind was reeling. I raised myself up onto my tiptoes and slid my hands around Moretti’s neck. I was suddenly overwhelmed with need for him. It hit me out of nowhere… Or just the need to forget the fucked up situation I’d been thrown into because of Lucian. What better way to forget it all than to lose myself in the oblivion of sex?
    Moretti gripped my shoulders and pushed me away from him. “What are you doing?” he rasped. His breathing was coming out in short little spurts and his pupils were dilated to only leave a small ring of color.
    My lips twisted up into a smirk. He wanted me. He wanted me and I would have him. “Take me somewhere. I need you.” I hated feeling powerless, it was something I strived to never have to deal with in my life, and Lucian was making me feel completely out of control. I needed to take charge, even if it was over something like my sex life.
    Uncertainty waffled in Moretti’s gaze. I could practically see the war that was waging inside of him. I’d just have to give him a little bit more of a nudge. I stepped into him and blatantly cupped his hard cock through his pants. He strung together a beautiful sentence filled with obscenities before he wrapped his fingers around my wrist to still me. “What do you think you’re doing? You’ve been missing. I could lose my job. I—”
    I squeezed him gently, grinning as he pulsed under my palm. “You can take me back down to the station…after.”
    “After,” he mumbled as if in a daze. I was weakening his resolve. It was beyond obvious.
    “Yes, after.”
    Moretti’s free hand snaked into my hair and he yanked my neck back. “I already know I’m going to regret this.” He ran his teeth down my neck before nibbling lightly on my shoulder. I groaned in pleasure. He broke away from me abruptly, then before I could question what he’d do next—I found myself being propelled towards his car. He ushered me into the front seat and we sped off without so much as another word.
    As we raced to our destination I couldn’t help but think about what Lucian had said about being jealous, about him not wanting me to fuck anyone else. I hoped he’d have a good seat for the show because he was about to learn that nobody controlled me and nobody owned me.
     

     
    “What the fuck is your first name anyways?” I grunted out against Moretti’s mouth. I figured I should at least know the name of the man I was about to fuck, even if I’d soon forget it. Maybe I could call it out when I came.
    He muttered something unintelligible at me as he nipped at my bottom lip. I grabbed his hair and peeled him away from me, meeting his lust-laden eyes. “I want to know your name, Moretti.”
    He smirked. “You just said my name.” He dipped his head down to kiss me again but I pulled away from him.
    I sauntered further into his apartment. It was simple, clean…but definitely a bachelor pad. The living room had a huge flat screen and an overstuffed leather recliner. Looked like he didn’t get much company. I unclasped my bra and let it drop to the ground without looking back at Moretti. I shimmied out of my pants so that I was standing in just a tiny black thong. The rest of my clothes were strewn about in the entranceway, where we’d already been getting hot and heavy.
    I sat in the recliner, placing my feet on the armrests. “Mmm…comfy.” Moretti ran his hand down his face and groaned. He was bare-chested but his pants were still on. I’d quite enjoyed licking his six-pack abs against his front door but wanted to see more of him. “Strip for me,” I said as I trailed my hand down my stomach and into my panties. “Please.”
    As he unbuttoned his pants, I began to circle my clit, masturbating to the sight of him. A soft moan escaped from me when his rock hard cock sprang free from his boxers. I bit my lower lip and imagined what he would taste like. “Come