31. Caleb
Caleb
I stumble with Casey, holding her against me while she grinds her body over my cock until I rest her ass on the bathroom counter. It was always like this with her. Wild. Out of control. Frantic. I loved every fucking second of it. Tonight is no different.
Casey tugs at my shirt, her nails scraping my skin as she brings it over my head and tosses it down.
She leans forward and flicks her tongue over my nipple before licking her way up my chest to my neck.
I pull the straps of her dress down, baring her sweet tits encased in lace.
I unbutton my jeans and shove them down, desperate to sink inside her.
She takes my dick into her hands and strokes.
Hard and fast, then soft and slow. Groaning, I shove her bra down and push her tits together, licking the valley between them before capturing one of her nipples between my teeth.
I bite down, just hard enough to elicit a cry from her, then I suckle on it to soothe the sting.
I make sure to give the other nipple the same pleasure.
Her dress is hiked over her hips, revealing her black, lace thong.
Fuck me, her panties are soaked. Casey stops stroking me and braces herself on the counter, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
I lift her enough to pull the thin scrap of material down her legs, leaving them dangling off one of her heels.
I drag my hands up her thighs and run my fingers up and down her slit.
“What are you waiting for?” she smirks.
I grin at her, easing two fingers inside her. “There’s the Casey I know.”
She bites her bottom lip and stares at me. Her feisty green eyes daring me to do what we’ve been denying ourselves since I came back to Hollis. A part of me knew I would always have this again with her, despite how much she denied me. We could never deny each other this.
Withdrawing my fingers, I pull a condom from my pocket, quickly rolling it on. Not wanting to assume that she’s okay with me fucking her bare again after what happened. Casey doesn’t say a word as I press the tip of my dick to her dripping entrance.
“You’re soaking fucking wet, Case,” I groan.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m changing my mind.
Not with her tits out on display and the warmth of her pussy touching me.
I drive inside her with one swift movement, and she moans as though she hasn’t been fucked good in a long time.
Her body shudders as I thrust into her again and again, trembling with pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask.
I grip her underneath her thighs and hoist her legs up, forcing her to lie back on the counter as I rest her legs on my shoulders. My jeans drop to my ankles as I fuck her, my cock slamming home with each deep surge.
“God, yes! Fuck!” Casey screams. “So good! Don’t stop, Caleb! Please!”
“Tell me what you want, Case,” I demand. “Tell me how good my cock feels. That your sweet pussy craves it.”
“Yessss!”
I want to ask her if the professor fucked her this good. Made her this wet. If he ever made her scream out his name. But I keep my mouth shut. I’m enjoying watching her fall apart too much to ruin it with jealousy.
Casey arches her back, and I know she’s close. It’s her signature move. I let her legs drop from my shoulders, and I cup her ass so that I can slightly lift her. I lean forward and pound my hips against her, fucking her fast and deep, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
“Lay the fuck back so I can pound that pussy,” I command.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her heels dig into my ass. I’ll give her three seconds. Three seconds, and she’ll be saying my name. There’s a familiar tightening in my balls, and I press my lips into the crook of Casey’s neck.
Three. Two. One.
“Caleb! Caleb!” she cries, just like I knew she would.
My release comes at the sound of her voice, and I collapse on top of her, breathing heavily against her neck. She laughs.
“There’s the Caleb I know.”