CHAPTER TWELVE
GRIFFIN
I have Casey’s face between my hands before the words kiss me finish leaving her lips. I find her mouth with mine like I’ve been dying to for weeks. The taste of her immediately has me hooked.
Our tongues meet in the middle of our sloppy, hungry kisses. She’s been hiding the attraction as much as I have, which both pleases me and annoys me. We could have been making out like this for weeks. But now is better than never.
Casey clutches my big hands. When we break for air, her pretty hazel eyes are darting across my face.
She’s confused.
And so am I.
Because why the fuck is she such a good kisser?
“That was super hot,” she whispers.
“It was a little too good,” I confirm, eyeing her swollen bottom lip, ready for more. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
“You mean you don’t want to keep making out by the mangled remains of your shower?”
“No.” I laugh, scooping her into my arms. She giggles and clutches my neck, the towel knotted at her chest loosening. There are a thousand different things I’d like to do with her right now; so many, I barely know where to begin. I’m sure we’ll find a nice starting place once we get to my bedroom.
“I thought you went down to the lake,” she says as I whisk her into my darkened room. I use my elbow to hit the light switch, which turns on the bedside lamps. I gently lower her to the bed, enjoying how she looks bathed in the amber glow of my lights.
In my bedroom. Half-naked on my bed.
Am I fucking dreaming?
“I turned around halfway and came back because I wanted to tell you something else.”
“And instead you found me…flopping like a dolphin in a tuna net.” She rubs at her forehead. “Casey’s Chaos strikes again. I’m sorry. What did you want to tell me?”
“I can’t remember. Your kiss wiped my memory. Maybe it’ll come back if I get another.” I lean in and she meets me halfway. This time we’re lip locked in passionate kisses that wipe my brain and steal my breath. Still no recollection of anything that isn’t this.
I’m growing harder by the second, and the towel knotted around her breasts isn’t going to last long. I reach for her hip, pulling her toward me. She inhales sharply as I sit and guide her onto my lap, both her legs hanging off one side of my body.
Casey slings an arm around my shoulders, pressing her forehead to mine.
“Is this weird yet?”
My eyes flutter shut. Nothing about this excitement pumping through me is weird. I just want more. “Definitely not.”
She dives in for another kiss, and I move my hand under the edge of the towel.
Her skin is still slightly damp from the ruined shower, and I coast my hand along her thigh.
She moans through the kiss, wriggling on top of me.
The pressure against my cock is perfection and I sink my fingers into the side of her bare thigh.
“Is that really your hard-on I’m feeling?” she blurts when we break for air, her eyes wide.
“No. It’s my shower rod.” I can’t fight the grin.
She bursts into laughter. “It can’t be, because that thing is ruined.”
I hum low, my eyes on her kiss-bitten lips. “Do you want to see it and find out?”
She squeals and buries her face in my shoulder. “Griffin! I do, but I feel like I shouldn’t!”
“I can think of plenty of reasons why you should and zero reasons why you shouldn’t.” I’m dragging my fingertips along the top of her leg as I talk, making lazy patterns closer and closer to her pussy.
She peeks up at me, running a palm over the front of my chest. “You promise it won’t be weird if I suck your dick?”
My cock grows a little more at that and I shake my head. “Just like it won’t be weird when I make you come on my tongue.”
Her eyes go wide. “Don’t pressure me! I’ve never come while doing that before.”
“No pressure. But I’d love to try.” My hand finally ventures to the space between her legs, up to the sweet heat of the V. I dance my fingertips along the top of her pussy, feeling that tightly trimmed hair I’d glimpsed in the bathroom. “Whenever you’d like.”
She sneaks her hand beneath the hem of my t-shirt, dancing her fingertips over my abs. When she speaks next, her voice is breathy. “And you promise it won’t be weird if I take this towel off and sit right on top of this?” She bucks her hips on top of my hard-on.
I groan at that, finally slipping my fingers between the folds of her pussy. She’s soaking wet, completely swollen. I almost black out from how fucking hot this is.
I’m stroking her clit as I look into her eyes and say, “Is that what you want, Casey?”
I capture her lips in a hungry kiss while I rub gentle circles around her clit.
She’s already squeezing her thighs around my hand, little whimpers escaping her.
I slip a finger inside her—she’s unbelievably wet and so tight around my finger.
My entire body goes into caveman mode, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep the fabric barrier between us.
She’s bucking against my hand as I pinch and tease her clit.
When I tug at the knot of her towel with my free hand, it loosens easily and crumples around her.
She’s spread out and naked on top of me, the absolute hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I cup one of her breasts in my palm as she collapses back against me, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Jesus, Griffin,” she whispers, sounding far away.
“How do you feel?” I nip at her earlobe, pushing two fingers inside her. She inhales sharply, rocking against my hand.
“Incredibly not weird.”
I smile against the side of her head. “Good.” I circle her clit again, pinching it, and when I do that, her thighs clamp down and she gasps.
“Oooooh,” she begins, and that’s when I realize what’s happening. “Griffin—keep doing—oh my god….”
Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and she lets out a little yelp. She reaches for my hand, pushing it away, and then she lets out a shuddery laugh.
“Oh my god.” She pinches her eyes shut, burying her face in my neck. “I came.”
My grin is so wide it’s hurting my cheeks. “I know. That’s a good thing, right?”
“Not within the first thirty seconds.”
“Hey. It was more like five minutes. Give yourself some credit.”
She laughs and melts against me. I fucking love this.
I had no game plan when I came back to the house instead of heading to the lake, but I never imagined this being what awaited me.
I run my hands along the sexy curves of her body, squeezing the tops of her thighs, cupping those perfect tits in my hand.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I murmur into her shoulder, pressing small kisses there. I’d suggest we stay here forever if it weren’t for the fact that my cock is so hard it’s actually hurting. She sits up and faces me, a little smile curling at her lips.
“You think I’m sexy?” She tugs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. “You’re one to talk. Look at this. Just look.” Her fingers trail over the grooves of my abs, along my pecs, then down my biceps. I bite my bottom lip, watching her hands make these trails.
“I’ve been dying to do this,” she admits in a small voice.
“Why’d you wait so long?” I lie back on the bed and pull her down beside me. We’re lying on top of my covers, looking into each other’s eyes. Somehow it feels like the most innocent first time and also something we’ve been doing for decades.
“Um, excuse me?” She lets out an incredulous laugh. “I didn’t think you felt the same way.”
“Even after Nightbeast?” My hands are roaming her body again. I can’t help it. I need to be touching her.
“I assume you watch sleazy B-movies with everyone.”
“I don’t bust out the rubber alien flicks for just anyone. That was practically a triple date, Case.”
There’s an innocence here, even though we’re both fully grown adults who know how all the parts work by now. Maybe it’s because she’s my Crazy Casey from high school. Maybe it’s because I’ve known her since kindergarten. Whatever the reason, I like it.
She laughs, running her fingers along the line of my collarbone. “You’re right. It’s so clear in hindsight. Nightbeast was you shooting your shot.”
A little smile curls her lips as her hands wander lower, down to the waistband of my shorts. Her mouth parts slightly as she looks down at the ridge in my pants, running her palm along it. The gentle pressure makes me suck against my teeth.
“Take these off,” she says softly, tugging at my shorts. “I want to get on top.”
I’ve never removed my shorts faster in my life. They’re on the floor in a flash, along with my boxer briefs. Casey’s gaze is stuck below my waist and her mouth goes round.
“I knew you had a big dick,” she finally whispers.
This amuses me, because it confirms she’s been wondering just like I have about her.
“So you wanted to find out.” I’m saying it factually but it’s more of a question. How long have we both been thinking about this?
“Since tenth grade.” She meets my gaze shyly.
I dip my head, burying my face in the hollow of her neck. “I have you beat. Eighth grade for me.”
She recoils, looking both horrified and amused. “No. There was no way you were into me in the eighth grade.”
“You don’t have to believe me, but it’s true.”
“I had braces for miles.”
“I was into that back then.” I press small kisses along her collarbone.
“And when I messed up the Canterbury Tales in front of the whole sophomore English class, and instead of ‘Whan that Aprille’ I said ‘Whan that Farter’? You even liked me after that?”
I chuckle at the memory. “It was epic, and you know it.”
She looks both dumbfounded and deeply pleased as she pushes up onto her side. “Well then you definitely deserve this.”
Her cool hand wraps around my cock, erasing all thoughts about Chaucer and tenth grade English and anything that isn’t this. She sits up, her silky brown hair curtaining over my chest as she watches herself jack me off.
I melt into the bed, heat flooding me. “Holy shit. Am I dreaming?”
“We’ll find out soon, won’t we?” She slips down to the level of my hips, gathers her hair to one side as she sends me a devilish look, then dips down and wraps her pretty lips around my cock.