9. Trina #2
When my panties are exposed, I’m suddenly self-conscious again. They’re plain gray cotton. Nothing special. I hadn’t expected anyone to see them.
But Casey’s nostrils flare. “You’re already soaked.” He meets my gaze with a hard look. “Were you getting started yourself before I got here?”
I shake my head, but when he gives me another warning look to remind me to speak, I say, “No.”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “All of that is for me?”
My heart rate ticks up, adrenaline coursing through me. “Yes.”
Casey licks his lips, his saliva glistening against them. He holds his hand out, palm up. “Take them off.”
“You…want my panties?”
“Was I unclear?” he asks, his voice curt.
“No.” I scramble to shimmy out of my underwear, and he all but snatches them from my hands. He bunches them up and throws them on the floor.
“Good. I see you remember how to follow directions.” He studies me again, now with my pussy on display. I can feel the wetness seeping out and sliding against me. I’m desperate to touch myself, to find some relief, but I know better than to do it. So instead, I wait for his instructions.
“Colors,” he snaps, as if he only has a tenuous control of himself. He likes to push boundaries when we’re together, but he always put signals in place for me to tell him if he’s gone too far. If he’s starting here, I’m in for a good time tonight.
“Red, yellow, green,” I respond quickly.
“Perfect. Now?”
“Green,” I say almost desperately. With anyone else, I’d be mortified at how impatient I sound, but Casey used to like when I got worked up for him.
Sure enough, he flashes a feral smile and slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. “You can touch yourself.”
I don’t waste one second. My fingers find my clit immediately, and the relief is so great that I sigh, my eyes rolling back as my head relaxes against the headboard.
“Oh no,” he says as his shirt hits the floor. “Eyes on me, Trina. And don’t you dare come until I say you can.”
My eyes snap to his, except he’s watching my finger rub tight circles against the bundle of nerves. The same way he was laser-focused on me during my panel, he’s now zeroed in on the space between my legs.
He pulls a condom out of his pocket and throws it on the bed before sliding out of his trousers and letting them pool on the floor.
He’s standing before me, naked, with all his dips and curves on full display, his cock hard and long.
The sight of him is enough to have me almost exploding, but I remember his command and slow my circles.
“Aww,” he croons. “Having trouble hanging on?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whine as exquisite pressure builds up within my core. “Can I come?”
Casey laughs, a low, dark sound. “No.” Quickly, he grabs my ankles and pulls me toward him until my ass is at the edge of the bed. I squeal in surprise, my hand flying away from my center with the motion.
He drops to his knees, his head between my legs, and breathes in deeply. He gently, kisses the inside of my right thigh, his lips as soft as butterfly wings. But I don’t want soft. I squirm and groan, desperate for his lips and tongue to pick up where my finger left off.
A warm hand spreads over my abdomen, pressing me into the mattress to keep me from moving. “You’re a greedy girl tonight, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I moan. “You said you wanted to eat, so do it.”
“Look who’s giving orders now,” he says, his voice darkly teasing. But then he quickly rolls me to my side and smacks my ass. I suck in a breath through my teeth, the stinging sensation quickly morphing from pain into pleasure.
“You wanted me in charge. So I’ll be in charge,” he says sternly. “Don’t let it happen again.”
“I won’t.”
“Color,” he demands.
“Green,” I respond without thinking.
“Oh, so you liked that?” He hums thoughtfully, as if he’s filing that information away for later. “Yeah, you did,” he answers his own question. “Look at you, gushing when I spank you.”
He rolls me onto my back again, and finally, his mouth is on me.
He devours me as if he’s never tasted anything so sweet.
As if he can’t get enough. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer to his mouth as his tongue flicks against my clit.
Grabbing the comforter above my head and bunching it between my hands, I cry out.
He isn’t going easy on me, and it takes everything in me to remember his earlier instruction not to come.
His tongue slides inside me, licking and exploring as his nose presses against my clit. The sensations are almost too much, and pressure builds, begging to be released.
“Casey,” I pant. “I can’t…”
He pulls his tongue out of me long enough to say, “You can come,” then goes right back to his ministrations.
It only takes another minute for me to detonate, stars lining the edges of my vision.
I’m sure I yell some obscene things, but I don’t even care.
I haven’t felt this good in so long, and Casey must know it too with the way he draws every last wave of pleasure out of me until I’m lying limp and satisfied.
He leans back on his heels, his eyes flashing. “Beautiful,” he says softly, pressing another gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh. My heart skips again at the contact.
But before I can process anything about that, I hear a wrapper tearing and look down my body to see Casey rolling the condom over his considerable length. He eyes me with determination and taps my hip.
“Dress off,” he says as he strokes himself lazily. “On your hands and knees. I’m not done with you yet.”
I hesitate, so he frowns and grinds out, “Now.”
Weakly, I fumble my way to sitting and pull my dress over my head. I reach behind myself and unhook my bra for good measure, then move into the position he wants me in. His warm palm grips my ass, then it’s gone and replaced by another stinging smack, much harder this time.