It had been almost ten minutes since Lucy had started kissing Cassian, making him explore every corner of her mouth while she did the same to his. Her scent, mixed with a light sweat, wasn't off-putting to him. In fact, it was strangely enticing—he had a fleeting thought of wanting to taste it, but his mouth was too occupied with savoring hers.
Finally, she pulled back, her lips drying from the intensity of the kiss. Cassian instinctively leaned forward, still searching for her lips as she distanced herself. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lucy's smirking face just inches away, her amusement clear.
"You used your chance well..." she teased, watching as Cassian blushed. Yet, despite her words, it didn't feel to him like he had taken the chance—it felt more like she was the one to taking chance at devouring in him.
As Lucy pulled a glass bottle from her bag, she playfully said, "You made me so thirsty," leaning away from him just a little. Cassian let his hands fall from her waist, giving her space as she took a sip.
The way she said it sent a jolt through Cassian's already hard member, making it twitch. He watched as she drank, her lips glistening with water, and instinctively licked his own, tasting the remnants of her saliva drying on them. He felt a growing thirst—but he wasn't sure if it was for the water she was drinking or something more.
As Lucy drank, her parched lips soaked in the moisture, and Cassian's eyes wandered to the beads of sweat on her white cheeks, trailing down her neck. He was still incredibly close to her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body and breathe in her intoxicating scent, but now there was a small space between them, and it left him aching for more.
After drinking nearly half the bottle, Lucy handed it to Cassian, who gulped down the rest eagerly. He handed it back, fully expecting her to resume where they left off, but instead, she took her time fixing her slightly ruffled hair into a perfect bun. She then straightened her clothes, adding to Cassian's growing frustration as he watched her with anticipation.
Noticing his eager stare, Lucy chuckled softly and teased, "You want to kiss more, don't you?"
Cassian nodded quickly, his eagerness evident, which only made her laugh again. "I think that was enough for now," she replied with a playful smile, leaving him both flustered and wanting more.
Cassian's body burned with desire as Lucy said it was enough. He didn't agree—it wasn't enough, and despite knowing she was only teasing him, he was too excited to care. With a smirk, he grabbed her waist again, pulling her closer. This time, before she could react, he captured her lips, sucking on them with a sudden boldness that left her surprised.
Unlike before, he didn't drag the kiss out for minutes. He pulled away just long enough to smirk and say, "It wasn't enough, and I don't think it ever will be..."
Before Lucy could respond, he took her lips again, bolder this time. Her eyes fluttered in surprise, not expecting such forwardness from him. Though he was shorter than her by a few inches, his confidence was growing, and she couldn't help but find his bold, cute demeanor irresistible. She liked cute things a lot.
What's more, Lucy had a thing for sad and pitiful men, something she'd realized about herself when she was younger, but as she aged the men part turned into kids mainly cute ones just hitting puberty. Cassian ticked all the boxes—cute, a little sad, and undeniably pitiful.
She just wished he were a bit older, as that would've made her feel less guilty for making a move on him, but that would also have made her less aroused which was the reason for her pouncing on him today as, she couldn't resist.
Spending the day with him, teasing him, watching him blush, smiling excitedly as he tried new things and bought clothes he'd never owned before—it made him seem so pitiful in her eyes. All of that built up until her lust finally broke through.
She kissed him without thinking, driven by her own desire. But now, as the heat of the moment faded, she was beginning to regret it. She didn't have the kind of deep feelings for him that he might have assumed from her actions.
It was also her first time getting intimate with someone so much younger—a boy that can be her grandson. Despite her long-held fetish for a younger boy, Cassian was the first one who perfectly fit that fantasy and also that she had the courage to make a move on.
She didn't want to make any mistakes that could ruin both their lives—or just his. Lucy could see in Cassian's eyes that he might start misunderstanding things, so before it went any further, she gently pushed him back, placing her hands on his chest. Cassian looked at her, confused, silently waiting for her to explain.
"I know I made the first move, and I don't mind you responding to it," Lucy said, her tone serious as she met Cassian's eager gaze. "But before we go any further, I want you to understand—we can have fun when we're alone, but don't expect more from it. You're just too young."
Cassian had been ready to pull her in for another kiss, but her serious expression made him pause. He processed her words—she was saying they could enjoy these moments of kissing and, presumably, other intimate things he had yet to learn about, but they couldn't be like Jimmy and Nesha, who were openly together.
He didn't mind, though. He might have if he still saw her the way he did a few minutes ago, as a mature, motherly, and fun figure. But now he saw her differently. She still had those traits in his mind, but now there was something else. He added a new label for her—'horny'—a word he had only recently learned the meaning of.
Something in his heart made him want to say no to her—he didn't want to be just a casual fling. That same feeling had made him feel guilty earlier, but now, after sharing something intimate, it felt like they were closer. Without thinking, Cassian hugged her tightly, surprising Lucy as he buried his face into her ample chest.
Holding her close, he mumbled, "I understand what you said, Miss Lucy, but... what do you call this relationship then?"