Your feet were propped up on Cass’s lap as y'all sat on his couch watching TV. He rubbed your feet gently, knowing how sore your entire body was from your match earlier that night. It may have been a house show, but Charlotte put you through the ringer.
You lazed on the arm of the couch with your phone in hand, answering texts from Baron. He and you had become close, having trained in NXT together and also sharing similar music tastes. Yalls texts were innocuous and you thought nothing of them until the moment Cass pushed your feet off and said with a sigh, “Baron, again?”
You lowered your phone and looked at him over the glow of it in the darkened living room. “Um…yes? What do you mean, ‘again’?”
“All you do is text him.”
“That’s not true.”
“Every time your phone lights up his name’s on the text. You’re lucky I’m not a jealous man, or I’d have punched his face in by now.”
You sat up and draped your arm over his broad, bare shoulders, tugging him towards you . “Listen, big guy, you know I’d never hurt you or do anything inappropriate when it comes to him. He’s a friend, he’s always been, and that’s it.” you pecked him on the cheek and went to grab for your phone again, which had just buzzed, but Cass quickly snatched it. He was staring at the screen, looking irate.
“What is this?” He turned it to you and you squinted, reading Baron’s text: Yes! That would look awesome on you, very hot. You wasted no time in replying, “A band shirt that I want, one of our favorites just released a bunch of new designs.” It was the truth, but it looked like Cass didn’t feel that way. He just shook his head, pulled-back hair shaking, and started to stand up.
You grabbed his arm and yanked him back down, straddling him so he couldn’t get up. He tried to, but you gripped the couch behind him so it was more difficult. He finally gave up and sank into the cushions, hands falling at his sides. You pouted, but his face didn’t change; he was angry. “Babe,” you started to say, readjusting your hips so you could grind down on him in hopes of causing a distraction, “listen-“
“No, you listen,” he spat out, large hand coming up to grab your chin. He sat up and pulled yalls chests closer, palm sliding over your cheek into your hair. “You’re mine. And I don’t take kindly to other men talking to you like that, no matter what it’s about.” His fingers were sneaking up the back of your t-shirt. “Do you need me to remind you why you should ignore twerps like him?”
Cass rarely got angry, but jealous? Yea. In spades. And you loved it.
You didn’t answer, just let out a soft moan as he picked his hips up into your thighs. Between the gym shorts y'all were both wearing there was little material to hide anything.
Y'all were frozen, staring at each other, when your phone buzzed again. His eyes glanced to the side and when he saw the screen he let out a harsh laugh. “I think I do need to remind you,” he said quietly. “He just suggested you send him a picture of it once you get it.”
“Cass, he’s not – “ There were no more words, his mouth swallowing them as his lips ravished your own.
“He’s not what?” he said gruffly between kisses. He’d pushed your shirt over your head and was already picking your lower body up, working your shorts down your legs. “He’s not me? Yea, I know.” you was naked on top of him in five seconds flat, your clothes chucked to the floor. For good measure, he swiped your phone down on top of the pile before saying, “He can’t even come close. Get up here.”
In one fluid motion he scooted down the couch and picked you up by the ass, hands cupping it as he brought your pussy to his face. You settled your knees on the tops of the cushions and held tight to the couch, twitching when you felt his tongue graze along your folds for the first time.
He twisted it, the point sliding up and down as he tasted you . He made a sound of satisfaction before breaking away to crane his neck up and say, “I fuckin’ love the way you taste, babe,” then dove back in.
You looked down to see his lips lock over your clit, and you could hear him sucking on it. “Ah, shit,” you hissed, a thrum of desire coursing through your body. It deepened when his fingers slid inside, curling up at you g-spot and staying there, pulsing slowly as his tongue worked quickly.
You gyrated against his face, and when he started thrusting his fingers you let go, screaming his name as you came.
Youb dropped back onto his lap, breathless, not even realizing he’d pulled his shorts down until you felt the heat of his cock pressed against your slit. “Sit up,” he said, voice husky. You picked your bottom up and he gripped his shaft, lining it up with your pussy. “Look at me,” he continued. The second your eyes found his he kept talking and started to pull you down onto his thickness. “The next time that asshole texts you, think of this.” you was barely halfway down his dick and you already felt full. You was biting your lip to keep the whimpers down. “Think of how good I feel in your pussy. How I hit every. Little. Spot.” He yanked you down hard on the last word and you was sitting flush with his thighs.
“Oh my god, baby,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss him. “I think about this whether he texts me or not.”
“Oh yea?”
“Yes.”
“Show me. Show me what you think about doing when you think of my cock inside you.” you leaned back and started bouncing, one hand to his chest to steady yourself. He bit his lip as his eyes ran over the sight in front of him. “Fuck yea, sweetheart, there ya go.” you dropped your ass and bore down, midsection moving in fluid waves as you tended to the growing second orgasm within your reach.
You cried out and threw your head back, locking a hand around his neck as you moved faster. He reached up and tugged on your hair, pain shooting through your scalp “Shit, hon, I’m gonna come,” you rushed out. His large hands clamped around your waist and he drove you back and forth faster, urging you through another climax.
You barely slowed before he stood up, your body wrapped around his tall frame. He walked y'all over to the door frame that joined with the kitchen, looked up, and said, “Grab it.” you reached for the wooden lip overhead and held on. He shifted your legs so your knees were hooked over his arms and he was holding your ass, then he started moving you up and down his cock, your head bouncing as he did.
“O-oh f-fuck!” you used your hold on the frame to work with him and move on your own. He growled when he noticed it, and relaxed under your body slamming down on his again and again. You could see from the tenseness in his jaw that he was close. “C-come on,” you urged, your whole body jolting up and down. “C-come for m-me!”
He took a big stride into the kitchen and your ass was on the counter. You lay back and he put your legs on his shoulders, pounding relentlessly until he was coming, your walls fluttering around it as he filled you up.
You sat up when he was done, running your fingers over his chest as his breathing slowed. “Hey?”your finger traced its way up his neck to his chin, which you tilted to you . “I love you. You have nothing to worry about.”
He flashed a crooked smile and gave me a quick kiss. “I love you, too, and I know. I just like to, ya know, keep you aware of who you belong to sometimes.” you rolled your eyes and y'all began kissing gently again.
Your phone buzzed in the other room and he went still. “I may fuckin’ kill him, yet, though,” he grumbled, walking away to go and retrieve your cell.
