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Cole knows no shame, nor does he know boundaries. Cassie knows this. She really shouldn't have been so surprised honestly. But here she was, eyes wide and mouth opened.
It had started earlier this evening. The both of them were doing research. When Cassie noticed that Cole was kind of...twitching. There was no other word to describe it. His hands were trembling (not badly) but it was a slight tremor that only somebody watching would have noticed. Cassie had put it out of her mind until his right leg started bouncing.
“You ok Cole?” Cassie watched him carefully as he responded.
Clearing his throat and running his hand through his hair, “Yea Cass, I'm fine.”
“Why don't we finish up and get to bed, my eyes are starting to close.” Cassie said.
Cole was quick to agree. And that made Cassie even more suspicious. Usually he tried to haggle with her for at least 10 more minutes, so sure that maybe a revelation would be revealed but he was always left just a bit disappointed every time.
After bidding Cole a goodnight, she walked upstairs and got herself ready for bed. Clenching and unclenching his hands, Cole waited with baited breath. He would wait for 30 minutes. 30 minutes and no more. Just long enough to make sure that Cassie was asleep and he wouldn't wake her. He knew people in the past had lines drawn in the sand about sex. He'd had sex in front of people before. Hell, even Ramse had walked in on him jerking himself off. He'd politely waited until Cole was finished and then told him that the scientists wanted him. Ramse didn't give a damn about what Cole did.
He'd been in the middle of jerking off earlier, when Whitley slammed his fist against his door. “Cole, Jones wants to see you.”
He had just started fondling his balls while his other hand had been gripping his dick, pumping it slowly. “Just give me about 10 more minutes,” Cole responded. “I'm almost ready.”
“No Cole, she wants to see you now.”
Whitley was going to stand outside his door until he left. So with his lips curled into a snarl, Cole tucked himself away. He'd been in the middle of a particularly delicious fantasy about Cassie when she had been wearing that dress when he had been so rudely interrupted.
And since he had been cut off earlier in his time, his body was remembering that he still hadn't finished and was demanding he do so....now. At that time, Cassie was still sitting across from him and had just crossed her legs. Cole's eyes happened to catch the movement and that was when his body started its demands. His hands started trembling with the need to touch her. But since Cassie was still off limits, he willed his hands to stop from moving.
His hands had just stopped when his leg started to bounce, all of his frustration was slipping out and he couldn't stop the energy from appearing. He must have been more tightly wound than what he thought. How long had it been since he'd had actual sex, considering his hand to not count. God, it must have been at least 5 years.
He nearly groaned out loud when Cassie suggested they get ready for bed. His mind supplying him with images and suggestions as to what they could really do with that soft bed of hers. Instead he quickly agreed, and watched as she cleared up their area before heading to bed. He nearly lost it and almost took himself out of his pants when she had bent over but reigned it in. 'Not yet not yet not yet.' He chanted in his mind over and over. The clock finally announced that 30 minutes had passed and he had never been so quick to release himself.
Finally having the pressure of his pants removed from his penis, it stood up straight and proud. He put his hand on himself and his eyes nearly rolled back. Shoving his pants down to his knees with his other hand, he started panting. Goddamn he hadn't even started and he was already breathing heavy.
'Fuck, if only Cassie knew what she does to me.' Sitting down on his makeshift bed (the couch), his mind and hand started almost right where it left off in the future. He remembered when he had touched her waist to pick her up, how she weighed practically nothing when draped her over his shoulder. How soft her skin felt. No scars or calluses on her hands. She was soft and clean. Vintage is the word Ramse loved to throw around. And dammit he was right. She was so fresh and full of attitude, that he couldn't help but be astounded when ever she was firm with him.
The women survivors of his time were weary and hardened. The time that he lived in tended to do that to you. When he did have sex; it was quick, brutal and animalistic. It was just about scratching an itch that was easier to do with another person instead of yourself. At least that's what it was like when he was having sex with Max.
Cole relaxed fully onto the couch, still to lazy to remove his pants and boots all the way. His hand felt so good that he couldn't help but make little sounds. Not like he was a loud person when masturbating, and he was kind of a little loud with a partner (but he usually fed off of their sounds). But he just honestly couldn't help it.
Cassie couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned for 15 minutes. Her mind just wouldn't let her be about Cole. What did his twitching and trembling mean? Then she spent another 20 minutes debating on getting up and getting a drink of water. Creeping out of her bedroom, on her way down the stairs she heard something. She knew for a fact that Cole didn't breath heavy while sleeping. He did let out an occasional snore but that was if he fell asleep on his back. This wasn't the first time Cassie couldn't get to sleep right away and had gotten a drink of water. There it was again. Stealthily, she crept closer to the source of the noise. There was a door partially opened that led from in front of the stairs to the bottom floor of the shop. She could stand from the third step up and see into the room and wouldn't be noticed.
And what she saw almost made her gasp. Cole was masturbating. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened. Now that she was closer she could hear his little gasps and moans. 'That's why he was twitching so badly, he was horny.' She thought.
Cassie stared at Cole's face first. His eyes were closed, focusing purely on the amount of pleasure coursing through his body where his hand was pumping himself. His mouth was open just the tiniest bit, and every two or three strokes he gave a little moan. He was almost panting with his need for release, Cassie observed. She slowly had her eyes travel south. Every so often she noticed he licked his lips and bit them ever so softly. He was still almost fully clothed but she noticed a bit of his thin stomach from where his shirt had ridden up. She could see his hipbones, the 'v' of his pelvis and the trail of hair down to where he was steadily driving his cock in and out of his hand.
She felt herself start to get aroused watching his hand working himself. He looked so sinfully delicious. His back was just beginning to arch and his hips started to twitch. He was unconsciously looking for more friction other than his hand. How Cassie longed to wrap her legs around his hips and provide a little friction that could only be gained by grinding on top of him. She bit her lip to keep herself from making any noise. She was beginning to throb, her arousal almost pulsing through her, in time to her heartbeat. She couldn't take her eyes off of the sight. More importantly, she couldn't take her eyes off of his hands.
Those long and lean hands, filled with calluses from his time of living in a post-apocalyptic world. She wished more than ever that those hands would run over her legs and thighs to where she needed his touch the most. Cassie was so very tempted to walk into the room and ask if he needed some help with that problem he was having. But refrained, he was still off limits.
So caught up in watching his hand move, that when the other one joined in on the fun, she squeezed her legs together. His other hand had moved down to his balls. Cupping and gently rolling them together. Dazed, Cassie watched as Cole picked up speed. His noises had picked up in volume as well. Not enough to truly be heard upstairs but loud enough that you could hear from the other room but only if you were quiet and listening in.
Cassie wanted to rub herself so bad but refrained for fear of making a noise by accident and startling Cole. Cole was almost ready, she could tell. His pace picked up even more than before and he almost stopped breathing. His eyebrows furrowed and she could make out a sheen of sweat on his forehead, he wasn't sweating like crazy but his hair was just beginning to stick. His back started to arch even more, his mouth opened completely in that classic 'o' face. And he started bucking his hips furiously. How many minutes had passed since she started watching him, Cassie wasn't sure but soon enough he was gasping out something that she couldn't hear as he came.
Cassie held her breath as she watched Cole come down from his high. He was completely relaxed, boneless, twitching from the aftershocks. Soon he slumped over his knees, and ran his hands through his hair. Clearing his throat, he tucked himself away and got up to wash his hands and change his shirt. Cassie took that as her cue to leave, creeping back up the stairs and into her room. 'Wow,' was all she could think. The both of them went to sleep with dreamy smiles on their faces and thoughts of each other.