My lips sweep across her collarbone, pulling away only to lift her shirt over her head before snapping right back. I’m drawn to her. Enveloped by her. She consumes me—mind, body, and soul.
Casey unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. An open invitation to her luscious tits. Loud moans fill the quiet room as I take my time, flicking each pebbled pink nipple with my tongue until her head falls back against the wall.
A fiery heat burns between her legs as I open her jeans and push them down. Crystal blue eyes lock on mine. I kneel before her on the floor, worshipping her body like a deity. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” Blond hair swings around her face with her gentle head shake. “Well, you should. Your body is a song.” I sound like a love-struck dope, but it’s the truth. Her skin is like lyrics, her moans the chorus, and together, we’re the beat. It moves me like nothing else, holding me hostage with its melody.
My eyes stay fixed on hers as I smooth my hands up her legs and hook my thumbs into the elastic of her panties. Lavender lace. A tiny strip that barely covers anything yet still hides too much. Slowly, I slip them over the slender curve of her ass, down her thighs, and wait as she steps out of them, one dainty bare foot at a time.
“Everything about you is fucking beautiful,” I groan. “Even this.”
A breathy hiss slips through her teeth as I skim my fingertip over the soft peach fuzz trimmed down to supple skin. The sweet scent of her desire wafts off her, fogging my brain with its heady brand and begging me to taste it. I want to take this slow. Drag it out. Hold off until she wants it so bad she can no longer stand from the weight of her need pushing down on her.
The husky sound of her whimpers undoes me as I kiss an open-mouthed trail from hipbone to hipbone. Watching her squirm is so fucking hot. My dick throbs harder with each desperate moan. I part her legs, giving her what she wants. What we both want.
The minute my tongue passes her slit, her knees buckle. She drapes her leg over my shoulder, opening herself to me fully while her hands fist my hair.
Palming her ass, I knead with tight fingers and pull her closer, diving into the warm, wet spot between her thighs. I always suspected, but now, I’m sure. Heaven isn’t above us. It’s right here on Earth. Casey’s creamy legs are the Pearly Gates. And this succulent mound of flesh against my tongue? This is the Promised Land.
When I slide two fingers knuckle deep, her hips roll, grating her clit against my eager tongue. She’s so tight, clamping down as I play her body with the strong, slow rhythm of a power ballad. The heat begins to build, and I feel her muscles dancing to the beat I set. I’m in control. Working her into a frenzy with my hand and my mouth, I twirl her swollen clit until she cries aloud. Sugary fluid bursts in my mouth, sweet honey dripping off my lips and sliding down my throat.
Hot cum shines on her thighs as I pull away and use my shirt as a towel. She’s wrecked. Destroyed. Sliding down the wall on shaky legs. I catch her in my arms and carry her to my bed.
Her breathing is spastic as I shed my clothes and sheath myself with a condom. My cock is steel, pulsing with need, aching to fill the perfect hole that’s glistening and ready for more. Just seeing her splayed out on my bed, naked and waiting, is better than any fantasy. It’s fucking ecstasy.
Casey trembles beneath me. Her mouth’s as hot and wet as the spot between her legs. And just as sweet. I tongue it with the same attentiveness. Exploring it. Claiming it. Mangling her lips until her slick body curls up to meet mine.
The need I have for her is primal. I've never wanted anything this much in my life. It's not enough to have her; I need to own her. Possess her the way she's possessed me. How the fuck I fell this hard, I have no idea. She's like Mayberry and white bread: good, wholesome, and clean.
And I'm about to make her very, very dirty.
Her back bows as I push into her in one steady thrust. My groan vibrates against her lips. All her muscles clamp around me. Fingers bite my back; long legs encase me. I rock into her slowly, pulling out and slamming back into her needy hole.
“Oh, God … you feel so good.” The words rush out on a shallow breath as her head digs into my pillow.
“It’s my cock you feel buried inside that pretty pussy. The only name I want to hear falling from your lips is mine.”
When my teeth sink into her shoulder, the moan that tumbles from her mouth catches me by surprise. Casey’s a little bit of a freak. I bite her again; leaving tiny marks up the side of her neck, I feel her cunt vibrate harder with each one.
Husky moans play on her lips; her insides flutter. Wrapped around me, her body quivers so hard, she can’t get my full name out. Just, “A ... A ... A …” as she shatters.
The knowledge that I'm the only man in five years to make her feel this way has my ego soaring. It feels so good I don’t want to finish. I want to pound into her all night. Ride her through orgasm after orgasm until my mattress is soaked clear through. I’m drunk on lust, high on Casey, and I don’t ever want to come down.
Beads of sweat roll between my shoulder blades. I brace myself on my arms, using my stomach muscles to piston into her as she squirms and writhes beneath me. Another orgasm crests over her, dragging me along with it. “Fuck,” I grind out.
Casey's inner walls clench around me, still quivering with waves of unbridled pleasure. My balls tighten to a fist, and my own cum shoots out hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I spit out again. I’ve never been especially eloquent, but it seems to be the only word I can say right now. My brain is numb, but a sudden moment of clarity hits when her lips find mine again. She was made for me.
Casey's sprawled out on her stomach, naked as a jaybird. Blond hair fans out like spun gold against my black sheets. The graceful curve of her slender back leads down to where her tight ass hides beneath the blanket. An ass that rode me hard as hell well into the night. I'm exhausted, but it was so worth it.
Yawning and stretching, I slip out of bed, wondering how the hell I'm going to take a piss with the massive hard-on hanging between my legs. Leaving Casey in bed while I go to work is physically painful. It took all my willpower not to roll her over and have my way with her before I go. Even my icy shower doesn't squelch it completely, leaving me with a semi that only grows again when I find her awake and waiting for me.
"Give me a sec. I'll get dressed and call Missy for a ride." She climbs out of bed, but I gently push her back down. A smile crosses my lips looking down at the messy glam rock video mop on her head. This babe rocks my world.
"No, stay. I want you here when I get home."
"But I don't even have any clean clothes."
"So stay naked," I reply with a salacious grin. The thought of Casey waiting here for me, naked and ready, makes me want to get to work so I can hurry up and come back home. I’m already pondering the various ways I plan to make her come the second I step foot in my house this afternoon.
"Or you can call out sick and come back to bed."
I'm so damned tempted to take her up on that—I am the boss, after all—but I can't. Unfortunately, responsibilities come first, fun second. Being an adult is so lame. "Can't, babe. I have to go."
Still wearing nothing but a smile, she crawls across the bed on all fours like a cat approaching a plaything. My eyes burn into her from my position at the dresser. She falls onto her stomach, squeezing her amazing tits together with her arms while her crossed ankles move with a frisky sway. The suggestive crook of her finger requests my presence. All the blood drains from the rational parts of my brain and collects in an area I hope she intends to unwrap the minute I get over there.
I drop the shirt in my hand and walk to the edge of the bed. She slinks my way, pushing herself onto her knees when she reaches the edge. Lips of sugar land on mine then move down my neck, slow and controlled, taking charge like the little freak she is.
Using the heels of her palms, she pushes my pants down, and my rock hard erection springs free. She gasps at first, and then her lips curl into a wi
cked grin. “I thought you said you had to go?” she simpers, giving the shaft a placid tug.
“Baby, you’re impossible to resist.”
She watches me with her smoldering baby blues as her fist pumps harder and faster. It jumpstarts my heartbeat, making my breath ragged and forced. Then she puts her mouth on me.
The soft, wet feel of her tongue sliding across my balls sends an electric current firing through me. It follows her path as she slithers up the base and spirals around the tip. Licking, flicking, and teasing me with her lips before swallowing me whole.
"Fuuuuuck ..." I groan, my hand disappearing in the hair at the nape of her neck. Whenever she touches me, I turn into a cave dweller and lose all capability of speech. I’m going to be so late for work, but screw it. I’ve fantasized about Casey’s plump lips on my dick from day one, but even the hottest dreams don't come close to the real thing.
Her hair falls around her face, teasing the bare skin on my thighs. Taking it in my fist, I guide her with my other hand. When I feel myself hit the back of her throat, my head falls back. She gives the base a light squeeze with her hand, jerking in a fluid carousel motion that knocks me on my ass. Side to side. Up and down. Sucking the very soul from my body through the tip of my cock.
Looking down at her kneeling on my bed, I admire her perfect curves, thanking a God I didn't believe existed until right this second. Guess it's true. No one's an atheist thirty seconds before an orgasm.
The polite thing to do would be to tap out and let her know I’m about to finish, but the sight of her ocean eyes looking up at me from beyond light blond lashes unleashes an animal within me. She’s my angel with dirty wings. Mine. And I want to fill her. Own her. Plant my seed inside her any way I can.
Spasms wrack my body as I blow down her throat. She doesn’t even flinch. Just swallows my cum with her mouth still clamped around me, then slides me out slowly, suckling the last of my climax from the tip and letting go with a bowing string of saliva still clinging between us.
I fall forward, bracing myself with my hand, my mouth forming a circle as I exhale hard. Casey jumps off the bed and trots to the bathroom, while I sit on the edge with my pants still around my ankles, reeling and dizzy from quite possibly the best blowjob of my life.
Casey is a rare find. A good girl when she has to be and a bad one when she wants to be. And she’s all mine. I have no idea how the hell I found her, but I’m never letting go.
14
Casey
AJ’s bachelor pad makes me grin. Actually, I’m grinning anyway. Amazing sex does that to a girl. All morning, I found myself losing whole chunks of time just daydreaming about him. The way his gray eyes churn with raw, erotic desire. A look that leaves my breath choppy and my panties wet with each passing gaze.
Alone with my thoughts, I walk through the quiet house just taking it all in. He lives like a refugee. The only furniture in the living room is a couch; a crazy sound system and a movie theater-sized television hang on the plain white wall. There are no tables, no color, and nothing on the windows but stark white mini blinds. It’s almost as if he moved in but never bothered to settle. The apartment Missy and I share is so full of personal artifacts, it’s stuffed to the gills, but AJ has nothing but the barest necessities. I guess it’s a guy thing.
The kitchen is just as empty. The cabinets house service for two—two mugs, two plates, and two bowls—and the fridge is full of take-out containers, condiments, rolls, and a single onion. On the front, a lone photograph dangles from a piece of Scotch tape. A couple looking at each other with love so fierce I can almost feel it vibrating off the faded photo paper. Two little kids with dark hair and goofy faces hug their legs. A portrait of a loving family. So innocent. The woman is beautiful, and the kids are cute, but the man in the photo steals my breath. Much like Zakk, the resemblance to AJ is uncanny except for the eyes. The jovial twinkle in them is proof that he has everything he’s ever wanted.
When the phone rings, my silly grin returns, but I’m shocked to see it’s not AJ calling. It’s Austin.
“Hey, baby girl. Just makin’ sure you’re all right.” The sound of his voice makes my heart beat in my ears. Last time he called, it was to tell me Gran was gone.
“Hi, Austin. I’m fine.” I wait for his response, but he doesn’t say anything else. “Is that all?”
“Yeah …” The silence hanging between is odd. He sounds so vulnerable. I’m pacing the floor in small tight circles, waiting for him to drop another bomb. Momma died … the ranch was sold … Surely, something scream-worthy is about to hurtle from his lips. I brace myself for the impact of a tornado, but all that comes is a gentle wind. Regardless, it knocks me over just the same. “Well, nah. That ain’t the whole truth. I kinda just wanted to hear your voice again.”
The beating of my heart gets louder. “Why?”
“’Cause it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. Maybe someday, I’ll be lucky enough to see the pretty face that goes with it.”
I swallow hard, pulling a lonely glass from the cabinet and filling it with water to quench my dry throat. Wrapped in AJ’s shirt, his scent surrounds me. The apex of my thighs still tingles from his recent presence there, yet the baritone of Austin’s drawl is like a hug from far away. “Thanks for checkin’ in, Austin. I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.”
“It ain’t nothin’. Just thinkin’ about you is all. I’ll talk to you soon. Bye, baby.”
My body shakes from inside its core. After all these years, why now? I’m finally starting to feel happy. Things with AJ are going well. Why, after I’ve finally moved past my emotional baggage, does God push Austin Krehley back into my life? I’ll never understand. But the clock on the stove flashes 5:00, and AJ will be home soon. I can’t worry about it now.
I manage to find a brick of ground beef in the back of the freezer and chuck it in the microwave to thaw. Bright sunlight peeks through the closed vertical blinds covering the sliding glass door in the back of the kitchen. I walk around opening the windows and blinds, cranking up the stereo. Birds jump around the backyard through the bay window near the sink. The promise of summer lies ahead in the bright sunshine gleaming on the lawn. Another summer in a stretch of many; another chance to start anew.
I’m starting over. AJ and I—together.
The microwave beeps as the front door creaks open. All thoughts of Austin dissolve as AJ comes in, deliciously dirty and happy as a clam. Black stains litter his coveralls, and his red trucker cap looks a little worse for wear. Thick cardboard peeps out beyond the tattered fabric on the cracked brim. Across the front reads Morello and Son’s. Even covered in dirt, grease, and that destroyed hat of his, he still looks so damn good that everything dampens in response. My palms, my mouth, and the spot between my legs that’s suddenly pounding with persistent need.
“That is a nice shirt,” he beams. “But I think it would look way nicer on the floor.”
“What, this old thing?” I answer, with a curtsy.
After my shower this morning, I threw on a tee from AJ’s dresser. The words Ozzy for President stand out across my chest on the threadbare shirt that hangs down to my thighs. I look ridiculous.
“I’m fixin’ to get supper on the table. Go get washed up.”
The sound of Gran’s voice coming out of my mouth startles me. Every evening as a kid, I’d run through the house after being down at the stables at the exact moment Gran was getting dinner on the table. It’s such an insignificant part of one’s childhood, but for some reason, it’s a distinct moment I can’t forget. Over a decade later, I can still smell the scent of the soap in her kitchen. A mix of aloe and honeysuckle. A fragrance that will forever remind me of her.
“Aww, baby. You’re cooking for me?”
“A man’s got to eat, right?”
The scorching look in his eyes, coupled with his mischievous grin, makes my body react. I did want to eat. Now, I want to rip those coveralls off and make him dirtier.
“I
'll be out of the shower in five.” He walks past, leaving a chaste kiss on my lips on his way to the bathroom.
Slow country croons out of the stereo. My hips sway to the sexy sound of Jason Aldean as I press the meat and chopped onion together into patties. Lost in my own head, I don’t hear AJ approaching until his fingers tangle in my ponytail. His thumb hooks the neck of my shirt, tugging gently as his lips sear my neck. He nibbles me like a savory snack and then glides his tongue across my shoulder.
“Dinner's gonna burn,” I mumble, but food is the last thing on my mind. Every touch of his hand and scrape of his teeth strikes my nerves like lightning.
“I’m not hungry for food.”
Stubble scuffs along my skin as he slowly kisses, licks, and bites his way from shoulder to shoulder, fisting my hair with one hand while palming my breast with the other. I turn my head to catch his lips. He grants me one wet, smoldering kiss before yanking his fist to expose more of my throat to his hungry mouth.
His dominance overwhelms me. I’m flying high, tipsy from the soft caress of his lips on my skin, and drowning in need as his hand slips beneath the waistband of my panties. My mind is racing a mile a minute. The world goes silent. Nothing can stop the desire spiraling around me the second his naughty fingers find what they’re looking for.
“I thought about this pretty pussy all day,” he groans against my hair as his calloused fingertips tickle my damp flesh. “So hot.” Two thick fingers inch between my lower lips. “So wet.” I moan, feeling the stretch as they plunge into my depths. “And so, so fucking tight.”
Freshly showered, he smells crisp and clean, but the lingering odor of oil clings to his skin, permeating my nostrils and making me dizzy. AJ’s a gentleman in public, but a man in private. He knows how to give and when to take and doesn’t hesitate to do either.
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