Chapter 33
I spun around, and with my wet hands, I wrapped them around his neck. He backed up when I pushed him against the counter, trapping him there.
"Shut up. You don't fucking realize how much I want to suck your dick some days and how hard I refrain from doing it. The days I actually give in, you always stop me, though."
I saw Harry's eyes darken when I stepped onto my toes, pressing my lips together. His hands softly cupped my face, swiping my cheek.
"I don't need you to do that for me."
"But what if I want to?" I whispered, pressing my body up against his.
"What if I want to suck your cock, Harry?"
He exhaled slowly when my hand crept down to his pants. I gently cupped him and felt as he started hardening against my palm.
"You have such a graphic mouth," He repeated the same words he had spoken to me before.
Oh, but he didn't know the start of it.
"You never let me finish," I complained, my palm beginning to rub him. I noticed his jaw clench.
"You never let me suck you till you come."
"I didn't want to assume anything of you," He lowly replied, just as I let my lips press gently to his chest, kissing his left pec.
"You didn't want to assume I wouldn't swallow?"
"Christ," He blew out a harsh breath and removed my hand from his crotch when he was getting painstakingly hard.
"I don't want to disrespect you like that, Cassandra."
I almost let out a laugh. He thought coming in my mouth would offend me? He was so.. gentlemanly.
"You won't, Harry," I replied, gripping tighter onto his neck and pulling him down when he tried to put some respectable distance between us.
"You have no idea how much it would turn me on."
His eyes were about the color of ink as he stared down at me, his jaw locked tightly. I couldn't tell if he was fighting me or resisting me any longer.
And that's why, with a bold move, I jerked him down to my lips and pressed my mouth against his.
I felt his body stiffen up in surprise, but the second I pressed my front against his, I felt him ease and wrap his arms around me.
Still keeping him trapped against the counter, I slowly let my hands travel down to his belt, unhooking it and pulling it open.
"Cassandra," He breathed against my lips.
There was a warning tone, but it only made me that much giddier.
"Let me taste you," I whispered, carefully tugging at his pants. I want to have you in my mouth."
He grunted lowly, but then caught my chin when I kissed the side of his mouth.
"Such a dirty mouth."
I smirked naughtily, but then let myself free from his grasp to lean down and kiss his chest. I caught his nipple in my mouth and sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the flat areola.
I peppered kisses all over his chest, hearing him breathe heavily as I went on, gradually moving lower and lower towards his belt.
His hands finally fell to his sides when I knelt down in front of him and looked up. He stared darkly down at me, his chest rising and falling with deep, controlled breaths.
Tugging at his pants again, I managed to get them below his hips, taking his briefs with them to get to what I wanted. He was hard already, ready to get sucked, even if he tried to resist the truth.
If he had been holding back for me, I deserved reverence.
"I really like your cock," I whispered, palming it in my hand and seeing his lower abdomen tense up.
"It feels so good when it's deep inside of me."
"Cassandra." God, his voice was dark and warning. I felt chills run through me. Excited chills.
"I want to make you feel good as well," I breathed, just before wrapping my lips around his tip and swirling my tongue around it.
His hand gripped the edge of the counter and clenched it tightly as l eased him deeply into my mouth.
He exhaled hard, but then remained quiet as I started sucking on his length, my hand holding onto his base and squeezing firmly with every bob I made. I could feel the veins along his length pop out with each tug and the steel of his cock jerk inside my mouth when I slid him along my tongue.
I let a moan slip free from my throat, grating against his thick shaft. I felt him stiffen against the counter, letting go of a harsh breath.
His hand came to my head, but instead of pressing me deeper into his cock, I felt as he gently swept my hair away from my face and cupped my cheek. My eyes flickered up as he caressed my cheekbone, while his cock was still in my mouth.
He was looking down at me, a soft look in his eyes, despite the arousal I could feel coming from his body and throbbing against my tongue. His eyes captured mine for a moment and stunted me, catching me off guard.
That look...
I tore my eyes away and turned back to my job, which was his cock, and with a hard moan, I let him slip as deeply into my mouth as I could.
A hiss slipped past his lips, and I peeked up just in time to see him grit his teeth and shut his eyes, leaning his head slightly back.
I kept his cock pressed against the back of my throat, letting him pulse against my palate until I couldn't breathe any longer. I pulled back slowly and saw his chest deflate with a long exhale.
So he liked deepthroat.
I smirked a little and let my tongue swirl against his tip again, catching the first nips of pre-cum leaking from his slit. I sucked gently, but then took him to the back of my throat again, the same time my palm cupped his testicles.
A harsh sound came from him, and suddenly both his hands were gripping the counter behind him when I started bobbing on his length again, bringing him to the back of my throat every time. I took all of his length inside and felt as he swelled in my mouth, his tip rubbing against my tongue.
He was close.
Very close, but he wasn't letting go.
His breathing was labored and I noticed a light glean of sweat on his chest as he exhaled hard. His stomach kept clenching, just as his hand once again came to my head and swiped through my hair.
"Please," I whispered, moaning as I took him all the way back again, hearing him let out a strained grunt.
"Come in my mouth, Harry."
He blew out a hard breath, but then gripped onto my hair.
Surrender.
With a final deep suck, I then felt as he let go, stiffening against the table and breathing in staggered breaths as each spurt filled my mouth.
My throat quickly swallowed, taking all of it as he with small jerks fulfilled my wish. I kept sucking him softly, even as I felt his cock begin to soften in my mouth, spent and satisfied. The evidence was on my tongue as I licked my lips and looked up at Harry with a dirty glint in my eyes.
He was still panting lightly, but shook his head at me.
"Thank you," I smirked, kissing his cock one last time before letting him help me up off the hard floor.
He offered me his hand without a word and steadied me as I gripped on to the edge of the kitchen island.
My knees hurt. Worth it, though.
"You're a strange woman, Cassandra," He spoke while buckling himself up.
I chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly.
"And by far the most insatiable one I've ever come across."
"Then you won't be surprised to hear how drenched I am right now."
I stepped closer once again, only to tease him, because the truth was, I didn't want to take this further.
The look in his eyes from a minute ago was still too clear in my mind. It had shocked me for a moment, but I couldn't let him know.
His eyes watched me closely, waiting for me to make another move. I merely smirked up at him before stepping back.
"Goodnight, Mr. Devon. Don't forget to wash your shirt."
And then I stepped out whilst ignoring the ache between my legs and the aftertaste of him lingering in my mouth.
Less than a week.
There was less than a week until my time with Harry was over, and then I was off to college to pursue my dream.
So how come I all of a sudden felt so unprepared and not-ready to go?
Staring at the sixth assignment, which I had finished about half an hour ago, I kept chewing at my lip as the thoughts raced through my head.
My whole life had been about going to med school.
Well, ever since I realized I could help people this way, by becoming either a doctor or a nurse or some sort of caretaker. I just knew I had wanted to help people at a very young age, because nobody had been there to help me when I had needed it and I didn't want anyone to feel that kind of pain and loneliness.
I remembered feeling rejected and confused, every time my mom would abandon me for one of her boyfriends or the times she forgot to come to my school plays. I used to love acting.
We did plays like Romeo and Juliet, and while I was never a sucker for the love story, I did quite envy the way Romeo pined after Juliet, enough to follow her into death.
I remembered wondering if my mother would even grieve if I died.
It wasn't until I became older that I realized she had a condition. She didn't function the way everyone else did, because of the way her brain was wired, and that wasn't my fault. I was completely lovable, despite her lack of showing it to me.
It was just that she wasn't capable.
But in my darkest hours, even whilst knowing what I did now, I sometimes felt as if... as if there was still something wrong with me.
After all, she had no trouble loving all those men, did she?
So how come she couldn't give me the same attention?
These were the reasons I had chosen to go into medicine, because I wanted to be able to help others feel informed about what to do in situations like these. I had felt so lost whenever she went off her meds, so clueless whenever she lashed out and had one of her episodes.
Nobody told me what to do in those moments, how to survive and continue on. And it had left a mark.
There was a hurt little girl still hiding inside me, still affected by what happened back before I knew. A person who sometimes came out whenever my mom had one her episodes today, and it still hurt just the same, but at least I knew now what to do; Soldier on and remember it wasn't about me.
I wasn't the problem. I wasn't... unlovable.
A tear trickled down my face all of a sudden. I didn't realize until I felt a salty taste on my lips, and I frustratedly wiped it away with a curse.
Ever since I had come here, I had been feeling different than I normally did. It was like something inside me had changed, and I had a feeling I knew what had done it.
Harry's words back in the pavilion had resonated deeper inside me that I had led on. I had tried not to think too deeply about it, but as I stared at the sixth assignment, done and finished now, couldn't help but think about where I was headed when all of this was finally over.
And if I still wanted it.
"I think you're still trying to figure out who you are.''
I sighed deeply and closed my eyes.
Figuring out who I was.
For a long time, I thought I was someone who needed to take care of people. To help people, so they would never be helpless like I had been.
But after being here and being in Harry's presence, learning from him and taking in his wisdom words of how maybe I had let my mother dominate too large a part of my life, I wondered... if I was a person who was meant to help people... or if it was the little girl inside me that still wanted help?
Drying my eyes once again when I felt a few more tears fall down, I wiped my cheeks and sighed a last time.
Maybe I wasn't meant to take care of other people.
Maybe I was meant to take care of myself. Maybe there was a part in me that was still broken and had thought that helping others would be the cure. Since I knew I could never personally help my mom and receive the gratitude I deserved from her, after all those years of bailing her out and being there for her unrequited, maybe I had thought that being there for others would heal my own wounds.
- I could never get my mother's love, but maybe those who had suffered with me... maybe they would understand my pain.
Standing up and taking a deep breath, I grabbed my assignment and headed out of my room and down the stairs, smelling the kitchen already working on dinner.
Right now, my emotions and my life felt all jumbled up, but as Harry had pointed out, I was a young woman. I wasn't meant to have it all together, and it was okay to doubt myself.
To doubt the path I had chosen. All summer, I had been working towards a scholarship and a life I thought I wanted... only to now maybe realize, it wasn't what I wanted after all..
One thing was certain, though, I thought to myself as I halted in front of Harry's study and took another deep breath. I wasn't letting this opportunity pass me by. My dream or not, college was still the way forward for now, and passing up on getting into an Ivy League one was a choice even I wasn't careless enough to make.
I would just have to figure out the rest on the way.
Twisting the doorknob, I walked inside Harry's office, only to halt in my steps when I found Harry behind his desk.
He was on the phone and looked up as I came in, smiling gingerly.
"Thank you very much," He spoke, while laying down a pen on his desk.
"I'll be sure to get back to you later. Thank you. You,
too."
Hanging up the phone, I lifted a brow as he leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily.
"Who was that?"
He looked up at me and offered me a little smile as I stopped in front of his desk.
"That was the Head of Administrations at the Mississauga College Department."
The head of the_
"My college...?" I breathed out, suddenly short of breath.
That was my college of choice.
"Was that-''
"I was calling to inform them of a student that would be attending this semester, but was enrolling a little late due to certain circumstances. They were a little confused, but once I mentioned the Devon-scholarship.."
I pressed my hand over my heart when it felt like it was beating out of my chest.
"I don't... understand. Are you saying.. I..?"
"Congratulations, Ms Berry; You're going to college."
I cupped my mouth and widened my eyes, because I had not been prepared for this today. I mean, I didn't even know that I had…. but the assignments?
"I haven't even finished all of the assignments yet!"
"That was never a requirement," He smiled when my eyes broadened even more.
"I told you I wanted you to prove that you were a hard worker, and I believe that you have. I made the call this morning so they at least had a heads-up before you arrive next week."
One week.
I was going to college in one week. I couldn't believe it.
"Shit," I whispered, feeling happy tears well up in my eyes. Don't you dare cry, bitch.
"This is... thank you so much! I think I'm in shock."
Harry chuckled a little and picked up his glasses from his table.
"The good kind, I hope," He enquired, sliding his glasses on.
"Definitely the good kind. And I'm gonna finish them," I said, stepping forward and slapping down the finished assignment in my hand on the desk.
"I'm going to finish the last assignment before the week is over. I promise you that."
His eyes moved down to the assignment, and with a nod, he took it.
"Well, that's your prerogative."
Damn right it was.
"Before I leave, I'll have it on your desk, done and finished. Then I can say I earned it fair and square."
His tired eyes smiled up at me, and with a simple hand-movement, he opened his drawer.
"In that case, I guess you better get started."
Pulling up the seventh and last assignment, he laid it down on his desk and pushed it slowly towards me.
"Best of luck."
I breathed out deeply, but then sucked in a fresh breath and grabbed the folder. I could do this.
I would do this.
"Thank you," I looked up at Harry and smiled softly.
I hoped he could hear the sincerity behind my words. Because short of letting the actual tears fall, this was the best I could show it.
"Really. Thank you."
He gave a slow nod, merely smiling at me. But I knew, he understood.
And that's why with a grin, I spun on my foot and ran up to my room to get cracking on the last assignment.
My last week.
