10. Michelle
10
MICHELLE
I wake up feeling like I’ve been transported to another world. For the first time in a long time, I feel secure. I feel calm. I feel happy.
The anxiety that I normally carry with me each and every morning is gone as I take my first deep breath and feel Casey’s heavy arm around me, holding me close to his warm body.
I’m safe here. I’m secure.
But more than that, I’m truly wanted. And not because of some deal between two families, but because of who I actually am.
A man looked at me and chose me for me. And when you’re a girl from a family like mine, what could possibly be better than that?
“Good morning, beautiful.” Casey’s whisper tickles my ear and I roll over, giggling, and nuzzle up against his chest. The way he smells is better than any cologne. If they bottled his scent, every man who wore it would instantly double his chance with any woman.
“Good morning,” I reply, nibbling at his chest hairs. He laughs and snatches me by the back of the neck, forcing my lips to his for a kiss.
“Sleep well?”
I nod. “Best sleep I’ve had in years.”
There’s a throbbing between my legs. It must be from last night and what Casey did to me. I don’t know if I’m just sore or if it’s a lingering effect from the two mind-blowing orgasms he gave me. Maybe it’s both.
Either way, all it’s doing is serving as a tender reminder of just how incredible my first time was and how perfectly Casey handled things.
I can’t imagine having to have gone through that with Jerry. What an experience that would have been. Would he have taken things slowly? Would he have cared about my pleasure or my pain?
No way in hell.
Jerry would have only cared about himself. I would have been lying there miserably while he took me. Then he would have walked back downstairs to brag to his buddies about his performance and how he’d just added another notch to his belt.
But not Casey.
Something has changed since he took me last night, and it’s not just the fact that I’m no longer a virgin. It isn’t just the fact that I might be pregnant either. It has more to do with the fuzzy feeling inside my chest that amplifies whenever I look this gorgeous man straight in his eyes.
The feeling is telling me that I’m in love.
“Join me for a shower?” he asks, standing and exposing his full naked body to me. He’s like a sculpture. A work of art you’d find on a pedestal at a museum.
“How many days a week do you go to the gym?” I ask, propping myself up, not even disguising the fact that I’m checking him out.
“The gym?” he scoffs. “I work construction, sweetie. That’s the only gym I need.”
He leans down and takes me by the hands, I assume to lift me to my feet. But the next thing I know, I’m being slung over his shoulder like a caveman carrying his chosen mate back to camp.
I giggle and squeal as he takes me into the walk-in shower and sets me down beside him. The water blasts on cold at first, but he shields me from it with his broad back.
He presses up against me, and I see he’s just as hard as he was last night, and that tickling sensation returns between my legs.
This man is irresistible.
Delicately, I reach out and touch it. At first I use only one hand. But it’s clear it will take more than that, so I use two. Casey lets out a deep groan as I begin to stroke him, then presses two fingers into my mouth to wet them.
He slips those two fingers between my legs and tenderly begins to rub my sweet spot. I lean forward against his chest and close my eyes as the pleasure radiates through me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me.”
It’s at that moment that I realize just how much I love being told what to do by him.
All my life I’ve had my father planning out my life for me, telling me where I can work, telling me if I can or can’t go to college, telling me who I will marry. And I resented it. But now I have Casey giving me commands, and I absolutely love it.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper back, feeling the heat spread out from my center.
He applies more pressure, increasing his speed. The warm water of the shower rains down on our naked bodies, and already I feel it. The point of no return.
I sail over the cliff of bliss like a bird flying off into the sunset. My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. I lean against Casey’s chest and grip his cock hard as my body pulsates with unbridled pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he comforts me. “Come. Come.”
Just as I’m about to regain my senses, Casey’s fingers slip through my wet hair, and he’s forcing me down to my knees. I look up just as he pushes his cock into my already open mouth.
This is it. My first blowjob.
I have no idea what I’m doing. But like last night, Casey guides me, showing me exactly what to do.
“Just like this,” he says, his voice deep and guttural. He moves his hips back and forth, doing some of the work for me, then grips my hands and guides me in how to stroke his shaft as I suck him.
“Good girl.”
His praise ignites my already heated body. His cock is swollen thick, but I can feel it somehow growing as he pushes deeper with each stroke. He doesn’t have to say anything. I know he’s about to come.
“Get ready to swallow,” he tells me. “I’ve got a lot for you.”
Excitement grips me. So many new things in such a short amount of time. I take a breath and ready myself. Casey looks down at me, his eyes narrow and fiery. His abs go tight, and he reaches down and grabs my right breast.
“I’m coming, baby.”
The sweet and salty explosion of Casey’s cum splashes across my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I swallow as quickly as I can, holding his cock in my mouth as the sounds of his groans reverberate off the shower walls.
There’s so much, but I refuse to fail. I will not back off and ruin this for him. I keep my mouth clasped over his cock until he finally lets out a deep sigh and pulls back. Only then do I fully swallow everything and gasp for breath.
“Oh, wow,” I say, looking up at Casey for affirmation. I expect to see him leaning back against the shower wall, eyes closed and panting. But instead, I see him already leaning down for me. He grabs me by the waist and hoists me to my feet.
He pulls me right to him and goes to kiss me on the lips, which for a moment, I can’t believe. I’ve heard Jerry’s asshole friends talk about how they never kiss a girl after they’ve just “been sucked off,” so I guess I just kind of figured that’s how all guys were. But Casey kisses me right on the lips like he couldn’t care less.
“You are amazing,” he tells me, grabbing a loofa and some body wash from beside him. He smiles at me, his charm melting my insides. “May I wash you, princess?”
How have I met such a perfect man, I wonder as he gently goes over my body. I go over his with a simple bar of scentless soap, and after that, we both wash our hair. Thankfully the homeowner has tons of clean towels. We dry off and make our way back downstairs, just in time to see the gorgeous sunrise over the trees.
“My dad’s house must be like ten times this size,” I muse. I turn and look at Casey. “But if I was with you, I wouldn’t need more than this to be happy.”
“Hey, I’m supposed to be the one to say something romantic like that.” He smirks, taking me into his arms.
“That thing you mentioned about my dad before. You said you were going to expose him and the Williams family. How?”
Casey takes in a deep breath, like he doesn’t want to say what he’s about to say. “I know he’s your father, Michelle. But he’s been skimming money from the church for years and using it to make himself rich.”
It’s like a blanket of realization settles over me. I nod and step away from Casey and go over to the window.
How simple the forest is. Only nature. No politics, no humans angling for power. Nothing but a beautiful landscape to admire.
“I thought he might be doing that.”
“You did?” Casey asks. “What makes you say that?”
I turn to face him. I can see the interest written across his face.
“Before we were really wealthy, back when my mom was alive, whenever something would come up where my dad needed something–a boat, a pool, a cabin–he’d just throw some fundraiser for the church, and we’d suddenly have the money for it.”
“Son of a–” Casey curses under his breath but stops himself before he finishes. “Do you think you could get proof of this? Your father’s records at home maybe?”
I feel myself go tense. Even now, after all this, I’m still nervous about following through.
“I don’t know, Casey,” I admit. “I hate him, but at the end of the day, he’s still my father. What if he goes to prison?”
“I understand,” he replies, rushing to me and pulling me into his arms. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. When he finds out you’re pregnant, he’ll let you go.”
I look up, feeling myself start to tear up.
Am I not good enough? Am I failing to do my part for the man I love?
“Are you sure? You’re not mad at me?”
Casey smiles and kisses me. “Of course not, baby. And yes, I’m sure. We are going to be together.”