CHAPTER TWELVE #2
My entire body goes tense as I watch. I’m caught between disbelief and level ten horniness. I knot my fingers in her hair as she takes me into her hot mouth. She makes little gagging noises as she tries to take all of me but can’t.
She pulls off my cock, her lips swollen. “I have some bad news.”
I run my fingers through her hair, re-gathering it at the side as she looks up at me while she plays with my balls. “What?”
“This isn’t going to fit inside me.”
I blink, trying to digest her words. “I promise it will.”
“I almost choked on your dick just now.”
“That’s not bad news at all. I like the sound of you choking on my dick.”
Her cheeks flush, and I rub my thumb over her puffy lower lip.
“Come up here and let me show you how well it fits.”
Her eyes go hooded. I grunt, pulling her on top of me, so our naked bodies are flush.
My cock settles between her legs, and she inhales sharply.
Every inch of my body is pulsing with awareness.
Her tits are smashed against my chest, her breath coming out at my chin, the heat of her pussy so desperately close to where I’m ready to bury my cock.
“This seems like a nice step one,” she says, her voice wobbly as I squeeze my arms tight around her. The heat and weight of her on top of me feels too good as I begin to rock my hips beneath her. My cock finds her juicy slit and her eyes flutter shut.
“Oh my god…”
“I’ve been imagining what I’d do with you for so long, Casey, I don’t know where to begin.” I hold her tight against me as I roll over, pinning her to the bed. “But I know one thing. If I don’t get inside you right now, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
She scratches her fingernails against my bare chest. “Please, Griffin. I need it.” She bucks her hips. “Do you have a condom?”
I reach over to my nightstand and tug open the drawer. About ten condoms are waiting there, and I pick a silver foil packet at random. Her hands draw an invisible map across my chest and arms as I open the wrapper and roll the condom on.
My entire body is tense as I lower myself and find the slick entrance of her pussy. Casey is mewling, clawing at me, hooking her legs around my waist and urging me to hurry. I want to hurry and take the next eight hours to enjoy this.
But there’s no way in hell I’ll last that long with her so desperate and needy beneath me.
“Please, Griffin,” she breathes, and then I ease my cockhead into her. She inhales sharply, her head lolling back and eyes fluttering shut.
I go slow. So fucking slow. Slower than my body demands, but I have to, because she is fucking tight. I see stars as I sink into her. By the time I’m halfway inside, she’s gasping and digging her fingers into my back.
“Ohhh my god, Griff.”
“You feel amazing,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers. I’m not sure I’m still technically on this planet anymore.
She rocks against me, claiming another inch. A low, rumbly groan escapes me as I sink a little further. And then a little further. She stretches to take all of me. My eyes are hooded, my brain full of static noise a trillion miles away.
This is perfect.
When I’m buried to the hilt, the shuddery moan that escapes her nearly undoes me.
“I didn’t think it would fit,” she says in a small voice.
“What did I tell you?” I drag my lips along her jaw before sinking my teeth into the side of her neck. Mine. I rock my hips slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She throws her head back and moans again as I slide in and out.
“Hooooow is it possible,” she begins, followed by a string of words I don’t understand. It’s okay. I’m right there with her on the inside. Things are becoming incoherent, and that’s how I like it.
I start a slow but passionate rhythm. We bump and rock and gasp in time.
I bend my neck and scoop one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth.
Casey arches and moans, her pussy clenching around me as I flick my tongue back and forth.
Her thighs clamp around my waist, and I switch to the other side.
“Oh god, you feel so good,” she wails, equal parts pleasure and a warning.
“What were you thinking about in that shower, Case?” She’s taking me more easily now, her velvety pussy locked tight around me. “Tell me.”
Her breasts jiggle as I thrust harder, her eyes hazy with arousal.
“I was…thinking…of…you.” Her words come out in breathy gasps as I plunge into her, a little harder each time. I find her clit, running my thumb around the needy nub. She arches her back, a squeal escaping her.
“Oh my god, Griffinnnnn!”
“That’s right Casey.” The backs of my shoulders are tense, prickly, my entire body awaiting the explosion. I don’t have much longer. “Come for me again.”
I massage her clit, watching the range of emotions as she pinches her eyes shut and sinks her fingernails into my chest. This view is perfect. I never want to see anything but this: my childhood friend Casey Hart unraveling beneath me while I stretch and fill her with my cock.
She lifts her hips off the bed at the same time her mouth rounds. A low, shuddery moan floats past her lips just as her pussy begins to contract around me.
“Yesss, Casey.” I flick my tongue against each nipple in turn, which adds a little extra squeak to her cresting orgasm. “You look so fucking hot when you come for me.”
She’s drawing a deep breath, clutching my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll float away. But I’m not going anywhere. The pressure building inside me still demands a release. The vice grip of her pussy is too wonderfully perfect, and watching her unravel was too sexy.
I’m a goner.
I snag her lips in a kiss as I push inside her one last time, the explosion of my orgasm breaking through and drenching my body with heat and bliss.
When I’ve caught my breath and I can see straight again, she’s running her hands through my hair, giggling like we were just caught kissing behind the stands at a football game.
“Holy shit.” Her voice is hoarse. I grunt in reply, pressing my forehead against hers. My cock is going soft, but not by much. Not while I’m still inside her.
“Casey came twice,” I say, nuzzling into her neck. “Imagine that.”
She giggles again. “I guess I owe you one, since you only came once.”
“Mmm. I won’t argue with that.” I snag another kiss, finally easing myself out of her. I sit back on my heels and delicately slide the condom off. I tie it off and toss it into the little trash can by the nightstand.
“Can I ask you a question?” Her hands are back to swishing across my abs, over the front of my chest.
“Of course.”
“Were you jacking off this morning in your bedroom?”
A deep laugh rumbles out of me. “One hundred percent yes.”
“I knew it!”
“And you know who I was thinking of?” I press soft kisses along the shell of her ear.
Usually with hookups and one-night stands, I’ve got them halfway out the door by now.
But not Casey. I want to drag this out as long as possible.
And then repeat it, as often as humanly possible, until she closes this chapter on our lives.
“Who?”
“I’ll give you a hint. She’s my type.”
She swats at my chest. “Stop it. You were not thinking of me.”
“You stop. Because I told you to stop underestimating yourself.”
“Well you didn’t underestimate yourself,” she says, running her fingers along my jawline. “You knew you’d make me come and you were right.”
“I happen to enjoy making you feel good,” I say. “With my rod and other things.”
Comfortable silence settles between us. I can’t rip myself off her to go start cleaning up. I just want to linger here forever in this perfect post-sex haze.
“Tell me what you were going to say when you came back to the house and found me,” she whispers.
“You’re not gonna let me off the hook.”
“Nope.”
My gaze falls to her perky tits, her belly, the way her hips are still splayed open, ready for me. I don’t want to admit it now, because I’d been a little desperate for a way to figure out if she was feeling what I was feeling.
But fuck it. I just made her come twice. I can be a little extra vulnerable, even though my career uncertainty and life in general has no room for anything more than shallow, short-term situationships.
“I wanted to come back and ask you if you were jealous,” I finally say. The flush in her neck and the way her eyes go wide tell me everything.
“Jealous of…what?” she squeaks, like she doesn’t already know.
“The girl at the bar.”
A big breath escapes her, and she deflates. “Yes. Was I that obvious?”
“A little.” I can’t fight the smile as I press kisses to her lips, cheeks, jaw. “I was hoping you were going to push her or something.”
“Is that why you were flirting with her?”
“I wasn’t flirting. I was testing a hypothesis.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh and pushes my shoulder, but the grin is ear-to-ear on her face.
“All right. You got your data.”
“More data than expected, based on the state of my bathroom.”
We both burst into laughter at that, and it multiplies until we’ve got tears in our eyes.
And why did I think it would be any different? Casey is one of my oldest friends…a lifelong crush…and now, a fantasy made reality.