Chapter Twenty-One #2
Shaking her head, she leaned out of his grip, then slowly shrugged out of the robe and tossed it to the floor. His gaze locked on her red-tipped nails stroking and pinching her nipples into hard little buds.
“Fuck, woman.” He tried to sit up, but she placed a hand on his chest.
She slid a finger into her luscious mouth, lips closing around it, then dragged it down her throat, between her breasts, past her belly button, until it rested on the neatly trimmed strip of hair.
“You’re killing me, baby,” he growled.
“I know,” she breathed, easing her pussy up and down over his erection. “You’re nice and hard,” she murmured.
Sucking in a breath, his jaw tightened when she grasped his jeans’ zipper and slowly tugged it down.
When her fingers wrapped around his cock, he thought he’d explode.
He pushed up, gripped her arms, but before he could lay her down on the cushions, she shoved him hard. Taken off guard, he fell back.
“I’m in charge, so stay put.” She ran her tongue along her lower lip, never taking her eyes off him.
Rags gripped the edge of the cushions to keep from grabbing her and crushing her against him.
Casey leaned over and seized his mouth, wiggling against his dick.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, baby, you’re gonna get a spanking,” he rasped.
“Promise?” she breathed, brushing her tongue over his lips and jawline.
His breath hitched when her warm tongue licked his earlobe, then trailed down the side of his neck, the spots cooling when she raised her head and held his gaze.
“Do you like that?” she murmured.
“Yeah, baby.” He cupped her tits, squeezing while tugging her close. “I wanna taste them,” he growled.
“You don’t know how to give up control, do you?” A throaty laugh caressed him.
“Never was good at it.”
“It’s never too late to learn,” she said, tugging at his jeans to lower them.
He lifted his hips to help her, his eyes never leaving hers.
She ran her fingers up and down his stiff cock, then smeared the beads of pre-come over the head. He sucked in a breath through parted lips and gave her reddened nipples a sharp pull. She pushed up his T-shirt, tracing the outlines of his tats while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, tracing his hands over her arms. “Sucking my dick feels real good, but I wanna fuck your pussy.”
“We have time for that,” she said, then pushed him deeper into her mouth.
“Damn,” he gritted.
“I love the way you feel inside my mouth,” she murmured.
“Case, I need to be inside you.”
“Don’t be so impatient.” She chuckled.
“I gotta go to a club meeting soon, baby,” he said.
Holding his shaft, Casey stroked it hard, curling her tongue around the tip and twisting in slow circles.
Lifting her eyes she met his gaze. “You have church on the weekends?” Then she went right back to caressing and sucking his cock.
The thought that she knew it was church flicked through his mind, then vanished when she took the whole length of him into her wicked mouth. “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said, voice ragged.
“You taste good,” she murmured, tickling his balls.
The scent of her—earthy and slightly sweet—made his blood pump faster. His hands locked on her waist, hauling her flush against him, crashing his mouth to hers and driving them both into a frantic, breathless heat.
Casey pushed up and mounted him, guiding the tip of his dick inside her, breasts swaying above him. Grabbing one, Rags pulled it into his mouth and sucked while he tweaked the nipple of the other into a tight point.
“I love the way you make me feel,” she gasped, arching back.
“Fuck, woman, you’re on fire. I can’t hold out much longer.”
Bending down, she whispered, “Same here,” then sealed her mouth over his, her hips rolling up and down his shaft.
He kissed her back, licking and sucking, memorizing the taste of her.
He ran his hands over her ass, gripped her luscious cheeks tight, guiding her as she rode him.
He ripped his lips away, then slowly dragged his middle finger down and slid it gently over her pussy.
Casey threw her head back. “Hell, yes. That’s it.”
He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping through her wetness. “Like this, darlin’?” he grunted.
A long moan tore from her throat.
He parted her with two fingers and found her swollen nub, rubbing it in small circles. Her muscles contracted around his pulsing cock. He pulled his finger away and slipped it into his mouth.
“Damn,” she murmured, her gaze locked on the movement.
With her tits bouncing, her full lips parted, her pussy glistening, she was wild, beautiful, and… perfect.
“You’re sexy as fuck, Case,” he rasped.
Squirming over him, she bent down, her lips tracing their way up his neck in a path of liquid heat.
“I love the way your cock fills me up,” she whispered in his ear.
The sound of her voice—filthy, sweet, and completely unexpected—sent a jolt of pure heat to his gut. He gripped her hips tighter and bucked up. She moaned. His finger traced back to her pussy, grazing that sensitive spot again.
“Rags,” she cried out against his lips, and was lost.
The taste of her. The smell of her. The feel of her skin against his. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only her. A moment later, he joined her with a chorus of grunts and groans, shuddering through his release deep inside her.
He rolled her onto her side, wrapping his arms around her. He brushed her hair out of her face, combed his fingers through it, kissed her head, her temple, her cheek, then pressed his lips to hers. She settled into him and sighed.
He watched the slow, steady rise of her shoulder as she breathed against his chest. He tried to summon his usual post-fuck detachment—the easy, practiced slide back into himself—but the gears wouldn’t catch.
What the hell was this?
The wall he’d spent over a decade building hadn’t just been breached; it felt like she’d reached through the brick and squeezed his heart. This was more than physical, more than anything he’d ever shared with a woman.
The vibration of his phone pushed the thought aside. He fumbled in his jeans pocket and slipped it out.
Casey stirred next to him.
“Stay put, baby. I gotta take this real quick.”
When he saw Throttle’s name on the screen, he knew church had been moved up sooner than Hawk said. “What’s up?” he asked.
“Church’s been moved up an hour. You got about thirty minutes to get your ass to the club.”
“What’s the reason?”
“Banger’s got some shit he’s gotta do with his son.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
Rags set the phone down and held Casey tighter against him.
“You have to go,” she said softly.
“Yeah. The meeting’s happening soon. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her forehead.
“Are you coming back afterward?”
He looked down and caught her eyes. “I don’t know. We may have some club business.”
“Okay.”
Just like that. No argument, no whining, no questions. She knows the score.
“Promise you’ll call or text so I know you’re okay.”
“Yeah. You gonna do anything today?”
“Since you’re headed out, I’ll finish up a client’s project. Zoe wanted to go for dinner, so I’ll let her know I’m free.”
“I’m sorry. It’s the way my world—”
“You don’t need to explain. I get it.”
She did.
And that was one more thing he’d have to ask her about.
Rags quickly shrugged into his clothes, snagged his toiletry bag, and walked back into the family room.
Casey sat curled on the couch, the fuzzy robe wrapped around her.
A small smile touched her mouth, but her eyes tracked him like she was memorizing the way he moved.
Something softer lingered there, like she already missed him.
Shit.
He got it. He was missing her too, and he hadn’t even left.
“Have a good time with Zoe, but not too good.” He laughed, but it sounded forced.
He strode over and leaned down. Her arms looped around his neck. He yanked her halfway off the couch and kissed her, hard and rough, and drew back.
“Be careful,” she said, her fingers brushing her lips.
“I always am.”
She nodded.
He opened the door and glanced over his shoulder.
“I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay,” she said, not meeting his eyes.
His jaw tightened. Then he stepped out and closed the door behind him.