She starts to shiver. It is cold out here in spite of the heater. I should get her inside. Then I hear the growing sound. Carley isn’t shivering—she’s laughing. And it grows until it’s nearly that laugh from this afternoon. My cock hardens inside her again, just like I told her. Her laughter is like an injection of steel directly into my dick.
“I thought I had imagined it,” she says, recovering from her laughter. “That I had made it seem better than actually was. But holy shit, Casey. Holy shit.”
That makes me laugh. “I thought the same thing. That it couldn’t possibly have been that good. But it was.”
She sits up again, wrapping her arms around my neck. “This was better.”
“Yes, it was.” She squeezes down on me, and it pulls a sound from me that makes her grin. “You’re wicked.”
Carley blushes. “No, I’m really not.”
I chuckle. “I disagree. Anyone who can milk a cock like that? Completely wicked.”
She only turns pinker, and I love that color on her. I’m more than determined to see if the rest of her turns that color. I want to see if the color of her pussy matches the color of her lips. The color of her nipples. How she flushes when my lips taste every fucking inch of her skin.
Carefully, we come apart. Both of us stand and fix our clothes, coming back from the madness that took hold of us. We’re still standing on my porch and it’s still snowing.
There’s an awkward silence between us, neither of us really knowing what should happen next. But I won’t let this happen again. I won’t let her run.
So I pull her close to me and kiss her. Hard. Deep. I pour everything into this kiss and wrap her up so tightly she has no doubt that I want more. To show her that I want everything. For Carley Farrell to finally be mine.
7
Carley
This kiss is like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s the kind of kiss that defines something—that makes it so that there’s a before and an after. Before I was kissed like this, and after. It’s gorgeous and terrifying because I know that when Casey pulls away that I’ll never be the same. I won’t be able to go back to the before. Before I knew that he could kiss me like this.
That he wants to kiss me like this.
Casey is holding me so tightly I ache. Like he’s afraid that I’m going to disappear back into the night. Not a fucking chance. I want more of him, but not on the porch. I want my memories with Casey to include him fucking me in a bed.
When he finally releases my lips, I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen and clinging to him. He presses his forehead against mine gently, smiling. I can feel that I’m grinning too. “Am I allowed to come inside?”
“Yes,” he says immediately. “Yes.”
He only stops to grab his guitar, never letting go of my hand as he leads me inside. But as soon as we cross the threshold, I don’t have a chance to look around.
Casey sets down the guitar and hauls me into his arms so I’m straddling his hips. I yelp in surprise. “Put me down!”
“Not a fucking chance,” he says, kicking off his shoes.
I kick mine off too. “I’m too heavy for this.”
All he does is laugh. And then he kisses me again in that deep, soul shaking way. I’m not going to be the same after tonight. Never again.
And I know the answer to my question. He does still make that sound. It’s deeper now. Richer. And it affected me exactly the same way. That growling sound reached down inside me and lit me up like a goddamn firecracker. It brought me back into pleasure, helping me dive headlong straight into a second orgasm with him. I need more.
Wiggling on his hips, I try to get him to put me down again. He doesn’t. Instead, Casey turns and presses my back against the door, so I’m trapped between it and him. And the way we’re pressed together lets me know that he’s fully hard again. I curse the layers of clothing between us.
“Carley,” he says, piercing me with his gaze, “I lift things heavier than you every goddamn day.”
“No, you don’t,” I mumble.
“Look at me.” His tone makes me raise my eyes to him. “I like this,” he says, squeezing my thighs with his fingers. “I like having you wrapped around me. I like holding you. I like carrying you. You’re not too heavy—not even close. And if you say it again, when we get upstairs, I’m going to spank you.”
Heat drops down my spine and I swear the world drops a foot underneath me. Casey’s mouth slowly turns up into a smirk. “I wondered how you would react to that.”
I swallow. “I’ve never—never done anything like that.”
My sex life has up to this point been…frankly pretty boring. The two times I’ve been with Casey are the most exciting sexual encounters that I’ve ever had, and we had most of our clothes on both times. Fuck, I can’t wait until I can see all of him.
“Depending on how long you stay,” he says, pulling me away from the wall and walking to the stairs, “maybe you will have.”
He carries me straight to the bedroom, and I’m already sweating. It’s so much warmer in here than outside, and I’m wearing layers and flannel meant to keep me warm. I get the impression that the bedroom is more modern than I remember it before I get distracted. Because Casey puts me down and starts stripping. Quickly.
I join him, peeling off my jacket and scarf and hat. But after that…suddenly my stomach fills with nerves. It’s been…a while since I was actually naked with anyone. When Tyler wanted sex, most often I’d already gone to bed. So he rolled over and fucked me in whatever I wore to bed. Nightgown or pulling down my sleep shorts. He was more interested in getting off than he was in exploring my body.
And that made sense. He had Andi. The woman is a fucking supermodel. Why would he be interested in my body? And the only times I’ve been with Casey were with clothes. I feel…shy.
But Casey isn’t. He’s shirtless again, and I get to drink him in. I stare at him, torso ripped with the kind of muscles that only hard work can give you. And I know that Casey works hard. You have to, when you live on a farm. He shoves his pants off his hips, and I can see the tent in his boxers.
God, he’s grown up. And he’s so, so beautiful.
Casey stops short of pulling off his boxers, noticing that I’m still dressed. “Are you okay?”
I don’t know what to tell him. How do I tell him that I’m afraid that I’m not worth looking at? My face flushes, and I look away. He crosses the small distance between us, and I swear I can feel the heat pouring off his skin. So much skin, and I want to touch all of it.
Leaning in, Casey kisses the place where my neck meets my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“I—” the words lodge in my throat. I don’t know how to do this.
“Do you want me to do it?” He pulls back and smiles. “Can I?”
I nod, biting my lip. Any way that I’m able to have him I want more of him. And if he doesn’t like what he sees, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be back in Chicago in a couple of weeks either way, and all of this will be a distant memory.
He kisses my neck again, drawing his hands down my ribs. “Lift your arms,” he says softly. I do. He peels my shirt up and over my head, and I shiver as the air finally touches my skin, blushing at the fact that I still wore my faded sports bra that I wore to bed.
“Fuck,” he mutters. His hands are on my skin—big hands filled with heat. He drags his mouth across my shoulders, and lowers himself to his knees, kissing my stomach as he goes. “Carley, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt about kissing your skin.”
My stomach drops, and I close my eyes, flushing with both need and embarrassment. He undoes my belt and tugs my jeans off both of my legs, lips following with kisses to my thighs and all the way down to my shins before he tosses them aside.
Casey’s fingers drag up the back of my legs as he stands, and he leans in and licks my spine. Oh, fuck. He pulls me back against his chest as he raises his hands, massaging my breasts before whispering in my ear. “Lift again.” The spo
rts bra is gone in a matter of seconds, and his hands are on my skin. Goosebumps are everywhere.
“Fucking hell,” he says, walking around me and taking them in his hands. My nipples go hard under his thumbs and he makes a sound of pure need when he leans down and sucks one between his lips. And then the other. Tasting me.
My breath is shallow, and my body is taut. Every sound he’s making is positive, but I can’t help the dread that pools in my stomach, making me think it’s only a matter of time.
Casey circles behind me again, using his fingers to pull my panties down my legs and make me step out of them. I jump when he kisses my ass on one cheek and bites the other. But then he’s in front of me again, looking me up and down with a million degrees of heat in his eyes.
Finally, he drops the last piece of his clothing, and I get to see all of him. Every inch of him is hard, cock standing out straight from his body, proud and stiff. He’s got those gorgeous lines on his hips pointing down to the promised land, and I can’t stop looking at him. He’s perfect. And at the very least I’ll get to have him for one night.
I look at him, and I see his gaze once again travel down my body and back up. My hands tighten into fists, and I fight the urge to cover myself.
The look in his eyes changes, and Casey strides toward me, not stopping until I’m in his arms, plastered against his body, cock hot and hard between us. Slowly, he walks me backward until my legs hit the bed, and he follows me down, keeping his body locked against mine and rolling so he’s partially on me, partially cradling me. I’m completely overwhelmed by the way he’s wrapped around me.
He looks at me hard. “I don’t know who put that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The one that says that you’re good enough. The one of embarrassment. And shame.”
I go hot all over and suddenly I need to be away from him, but he holds me still. “Carley,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine. “I don’t know if it was your fiancé who made you feel this way, or somebody else. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to tell you this, and you’re going to believe me. Okay?”
I bite my lip. “Okay.”
He turns my head, lifting it so he can press a kiss under my jaw. I don’t miss the way his hand gently shifts to my throat. My pulse pounds in my ears, a different kind of heat pouring through me. There’s no pressure in his fingers, but just having his hand there at all , the dominance that it sends sinking through me, thrills me.
“You are stunning,” he says quietly. “I’ve waited years to see all of you, and you’re fucking beautiful. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy worshipping every inch of your body, over and over again, until you’re screaming. And whoever made you feel that you weren’t good enough was wrong. And he should be ashamed that he ever made you feel that way.”
Tears prick my eyes as he covers my mouth with a kiss, deep and hot and making it plain that he’s only just started with me. I shudder as he rolls over my body, and pulling me up to the top of the bed. He settles me on the pillows there, and the sight of him looking down at me, it brings a feeling of déjà vu. Him looking down at me in the woods and also what I imagined that this would be like. It’s so, so much better.
“Do you believe me?”
I take a shaky breath. “I know you believe it,” I say. “It might take me some time.”
Casey smiles. “I’m happy to help with that. Get comfortable. You’re going to be here a while. I just got my hands on your body, and I intend on learning it. Thoroughly.”
He grabs my hands, spreading them wide and pinning them to the bed as he kisses me again. Arousal shoots through my body like a flood, and I can’t help but moan. Casey pulls back, curiosity in his eyes. He presses harder on my hands, and I gasp.
His mouth turns up into a grin. “Interesting.”
“Is it?” I bite my lip.
“Very.” There’s dark promise in his eyes, and deep in my belly I desperately hope that I get to experience whatever fantasy he’s weaving in his mind.
But I can’t think about that right now because Casey’s lips are on my skin. Drifting across my collarbones and up my neck to the line of my jaw. The soft curve where my breast meets my chest—a place I never imagined could be as erotic as he makes it feel.
His hands release mine and drag up my arms, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his fingers until his hands are on my ribs and he is moving downward. “I wondered if your nipples were the same color as your lips,” he says softly before licking across my skin and making that same nipple shiver into hardness. “They’re darker.”
Casey grazes his teeth over my already hard skin as he moves his mouth to my other breast and consumes it entirely. “Is that a good thing?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he groans. “They’re fucking gorgeous.”
Heat flushes up my chest and I blush. I’ve blushed more with Casey in the last half hour than I did with Tyler in our entire relationship. I don’t want to think about him, but every second that passes the comparisons get more and more staggering. Who was I? Why did I stay so long and think that I was actually happy?
Not once did he ever take the time to examine me like this. To explore me. Not even in the beginning when it was new and exciting, and I think he actually was happy with me. It was never like this.
Casey sinks down my body, dragging his along mine so that I’m incredibly aware of the way that he’s moving. His hands are so big as they rub down my ribs. I’ve never been so aware of my own bones before. Or of my belly button when he stops to kiss me there.
I squirm underneath him, suddenly self-conscious again. I’m curvy. I don’t have a body like Andi does, and that’s what men want. I’m soft in all the wrong places, and one of those places his mouth is touching.
But Casey doesn’t seem to notice that I’m not what I should be. He takes the same amount of time with that part of me as everything else. I groan when he skips my hips entirely, moving down to my legs and massaging them with strong hands. When he pushes his fingers into the balls of my feet, I nearly have an orgasm right then. “Oh, fuck.”
“Like that?”
I smile down at him. “Little known secret, it’s a rare woman that doesn’t like her feet rubbed. Or whatever the hell you call what you’re doing right now.”
His low chuckle drips desire into me. “Noted.” He presses his thumb into the sensitive arch of my foot, and God, it feels good. The other foot gets exactly the same treatment. “I think you’re in the wrong career.”
“Think I could make it in the big city as a masseuse?”
“Definitely.”
He grins. “Well, if I’m a masseuse, I have to make sure that you get your happy ending.”
Casey grabs my ankles and pulls my legs apart. “Not that kind of mass—”
My words dissolve into nothing because now his mouth is on me and I’ve forgotten every word in the English language. Searing heat licks up through my belly with the motion of his tongue, and I’m wet all over again. My body hasn’t quite recovered from the first orgasms of the night and is more than happy to push me close to another.
Fuck.
But as good as it feels, Casey isn’t in a hurry. The way he swirls his tongue over my clit is almost lazy. Slow and steady. Long strokes that cover my pussy and all the way up before he slides it back down.
After a minute I expect him to stop and move on. To be done with this part of sex. But he isn’t. He stays, pushing his tongue inside my entrance. The very movement makes me go blind with need. “You don’t have to do this,” I gasp out.
“What?”
“This,” I gesture to him between my legs and I manage to catch his gaze. With his eyes on mine, Casey deliberately seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard. It’s no longer lazy and playful. Now he’s feasting on me with determination, pushing me toward the cliff of my orgasm with relentless force. He doesn’t stop the delicious suction or the motions of his tongue.
My hips arch off the bed when he licks
underneath, and I hear a satisfied groan. Then that’s the only spot he touches. Over and over and over, the one place that somehow feels better than everything else. Sparks dance behind my eyes and I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. Only try to feel everything. All of it.
Pleasure rushes in all at once, filling every crack and crevice, and my entire spine lifts off the bed in pleasure. Casey’s mouth is still sealed over me, and he doesn’t let me go even after the pleasure takes me. He keeps going until I’m nothing but a mess of shaking nerves, recovering from one of the best orgasms that I’ve ever had.
“I beg to differ,” Casey says, licking his lips. “I very much needed to do that.” He moves until his face is close to mine. “And I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
The depth in his voice tells me that he’s not lying. I hate the memories that keep flooding in. This isn’t the time that I want to relive them. But Tyler only went down on me when I practically begged him to. And even then, it wasn’t for long. He’d never made me come with just his mouth. Because he preferred regular sex and thought it was ‘better’ if we came together.
Together sometimes meant not at all for me, but it felt good enough. Most of the time I didn’t mind. The good times were good. I just assumed that everyone’s sex life had hills and valleys. Didn’t realize that things could truly be this…explosive. To me, that one night with Casey in the woods had been an anomaly. Barely real.
But here we were, recreating that bliss over and over again. It still doesn’t feel real.
Casey is looking at me again in that way that strips away all my defenses like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. But I don’t want him to see that. Right now, all I want him to see is me.
Like he knows, he positions himself between my legs. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
I shake my head. “I’ve been on the pill for years.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice. Casey enters me with a speed that takes my breath away. Makes me moan. This is the first time like this. Both of us naked and free, unhurried and not hiding from the cold.
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