“Darlin’.” He says my name, and I look at him now.
“You had your fun, cowboy,” I say, slipping down on my knees in front of him. I kiss under his chin and then kiss his neck right where I can feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. My tongue comes out and trails it to his shirt collar. “It’s time to have mine,” I say and bend to see his pants hanging off his hips, his black Calvins pushed down showing you just the tip of his cock. I lean forward and lick the tip, the saltiness hitting my tongue and making me take his head into my mouth. The need to bring him to his knees just as he did me takes over, and my hand comes out to cup his balls as I fist him. My fingers don’t touch as I jack him off at the same time I move my head up and down.
“Darlin’,” he says, pushing my hair away from my face, and I look up at him as he watches me take him in my mouth. “Fuck,” he says as I gag on his cock when it hits the back of my throat. “Take me,” he says softly. “All the way,” he says, and I try again, but he’s just so big I can’t. “Slowly,” he says but I don’t want to go slow.
“No,” I say, licking him from his balls to the top of his cock. “Not slow. Fast,” I say, sucking him in again and then licking the other side of his cock now. “Fast, hard, and wet,” I say.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, and my hand jerks him a couple of times.
“Yes,” I say, and his eyes gloss over, and his cock throbs in my hands. So I lean down and take him again in my mouth, sucking him deep and then twirling my tongue around his head.
“Yes. I want you to sit on the couch, and I want to sink down on your cock,” I say, and I shiver at the look on his face. He leans down and kisses me with his tongue while my hand jerks his cock, and I feel it getting bigger in my hand.
“I’m going,” he starts to say, and I take him in my mouth again, and I suck him in as my name leaves his lips when he releases himself. I swallow him until he's done, and when I slip his cock out of my mouth, it is even harder than it was before.
“Darlin’.” He pulls me up, kissing me while he does. He wraps one hand around my waist and almost as if I weigh as light as a feather, he stands up and now I wrap my legs around him.
“Playtime is over,” he says, and I want to ask him what he means but instead I just sink into the kiss that he gives me. When we walk into the bedroom, he places me on the bed and then gets on his knees, taking off first one shoe and then the other. I reach out then and grab his hand, untying one cuff link and then the other. I slip his black jacket off his shoulders. My fingers loosen the silk tie around his neck and let it fall next to his jacket. The need to touch his chest is making my heart speed up. One button and then another and when I finally finish the last one, I lean in and kiss him right in the middle of his chest. I can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and with my two hands, I slip his shirt off. “My turn,” he says, and I smile at him.
Leaning in, he slowly unzips the dress and pulls it over my head, and it lands in the pile of clothes. My bra follows along with his pants, boxers, shoes, and socks and the two of us are just letting our hands roam over each other’s body. He leans down and grabs his pants and takes out his wallet and then the condoms that fall out of them on the floor in front of my feet. I laugh when the condom opens and I see it’s six condoms. “Someone was thinking he was getting lucky.”
He pushes the hair away from my face and cups my cheek. “Someone was hoping,” he says and kisses me and leans me back on the bed coming down with me.
He kisses me until he leaves me breathless, and he cups my breast. I throw my leg over his hip, and my pussy comes into contact with his cock. It would take nothing for him to slide into me. It would take nothing for me to roll him over and sink down on him. “Casey,” I say, and he just covers my mouth with his again.
He moves me effortlessly until I’m in the middle of the bed, and he’s hovering over me. My legs spread for him when he gets on his knees and slowly rips a condom open with his teeth. Taking it out and placing it on his cock that I’m finally seeing all of, and there is a lot to see. I watch him sheath himself and I hold my breath when he takes his cock in his hand and rubs it down my slit.
“Watch me,” he says to me, and my eyes never leave his hands as he rubs me again and then slowly puts the head at my entrance, and slowly, ever so slowly, his cock disappears inside me. Filling me and making me moan, I close my eyes and take in the feeling of him. My legs move up his hips now and lock behind his back as he falls forward on his elbows right beside my head.
“Olivia.” He calls my name, and I open my eyes to look at him and when I’m looking deep into his eyes he comes out and enters me again this time in one deep thrust. “Olivia.” He says my name over and over again between his pants and then kisses. Between his tongue slipping into my mouth or my breathing into his neck. The whole time my hands roam his arms and then his back. I can’t get enough of him, the way he touches me and the way he slowly and deeply fucks me. I’m about to cry out but he covers my mouth with his again. “Olivia.” He says my name again and I’m so close to saying the three words I’ve never said to anyone before. Three words I thought I would never feel for another person.
I swallow the words, and the tears that are burning to come out, not because of sadness, but because I’ve never been this happy before in my life. I’ve never been this cherished with his mouth on my lips, my neck, my ear as he makes love to me. “Casey.” I whisper his name when I’m close to the edge. “I’m almost there.”
“I know, darlin’,” he says, my clit igniting every single time he slams home as I try to pick up the friction. “Wet your finger,” he says, and I stick my finger in my mouth. “Now play with your clit,” he says and I move my hand down between us and I move my finger around it and he hisses out. “You got tighter,” he says between clenched teeth. “Do it again,” he says, and I play with my clit again, and again, my pussy is ready to let go. He leans in and licks my nipple and then he bites down the second he slams into me and I see stars. I come so hard I can’t see anything except him.
I don’t see anything except him, and when he throws his head back and plants himself as deep in as he can go, my name leaves his lips. “Olivia,” he says and falls forward, his face buried in my neck. My limbs are now limp, but my legs stay locked around his waist, and my hand now hugging him. Our chest glues together as he rolls us to the side, never letting me go or coming out of me. “Olivia.” He whispers my name again, and I wait for it. Wait for him to say something, wait to hear anything that he has to say. He doesn’t say anything, he just lies there in my arms, and my hand curls up to play with his hair.
“I love you,” I say softly to myself when I hear him snore softly beside me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Casey
“I love you.” I can swear I hear it right before I close my eyes, but when I open them again, her eyes are closed, and her chest rises and falls.
I’ve just made love to her. There was no mistaking what we just did. The whole time I called her name, I told her I loved her silently to myself. The whole time in my arms, I cherished every single second we had, and I wasn’t moving from this spot until she got up. I watch her as she lays her head on the pillow with my cock still buried in her. Only when she gets heavier in my arms do I let her go and slip out of her. I get off the bed as lightly as I can and walk to the bathroom to take off the condom and wash myself off. I toss the towel on the floor and put my hands on the counter and lean forward, letting my head hang. “How could you do it?” I look at myself in the mirror. “You went and fell in love with her.” I don’t even know when it happened. I don’t even know how it happened, but just like that, I fell in love with her. Not just any love, the love that everyone tells you about. The all-consuming, you’re never going to love another one like this kind of love.
I hang my head and walk out and see her on her side in the middle of the bed. My chest is closing in the closer I walk to the bed. Grabbing the blanket, I slide into bed with he
r, taking her in my arms.
“Casey,” she mumbles. I just kiss her neck, and she slowly falls back asleep. I listen to her snore softly and bury herself deeper in my arms. I close my eyes for just a minute, but I fall asleep with her.
I feel her leave the bed, and I open one eye and watch her walk to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and roll over to pick up the phone and order her favorite foods. When she comes back out of the bathroom, her hair is piled on her head, and she’s wearing one of those plush white robes tied loosely.
“Did I wake you?” she asks. I see that she has washed off her makeup as she climbs back onto the bed. “I was quiet.” She smiles at me and leans down and kisses me, and the kiss lingers after she slowly peels herself away. “Are you hungry?” she says, kissing my neck before sitting on the bed beside me.
“I just ordered a bunch of stuff,” I say and see her eyes light up. “You didn’t think I’d make you starve, did you?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes. “Besides, I plan on going a couple more rounds with you, so I need you to keep your strength up.” She throws her head back, and the bathrobe falls open, and I lean over and take her nipple in my mouth. “Don’t you dare start something you can’t finish, Casey Barnes.”
“Oh, I can finish,” I say as I roll her over, and the sound of her laughter fills the room at the same time the knock on the door fills the room.
“Obviously, you can’t.” She pushes me off her and gets off the bed, about to walk out of the room.
“Where in the sam hill do you think you’re going?” I hiss at her and grab her around the waist before she steps foot outside the room.
“I was going to answer the door.” She looks back at me, shaking her head.
“Naked?” I ask, and she looks at me.
“I’m wearing a robe,” she says, and I look at her grabbing my pants from the floor and slipping them on.
“You’re in a robe naked underneath it.” I glare at her. “If there is a gush of wind, then what?”
“A gush of wind?” she asks, folding her arms over her chest. “In the hallway?”
“You never know,” I say. Turning to walk to the door, I stop to turn around. “Don’t make me tie you up.”
“Oh, you wish, cowboy,” she says. There is another knock on the door, but she doesn’t follow me. I open the door and see four people in the hallway with trays on their shoulders.
“Please come in, and you can put it on the dining room table,” I tell them. They walk in, and I walk back to the bedroom where I see her sitting on the bed. “They are laying out the food.”
“Can I come out yet?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“I’ll call you when it’s time,” I say, walking to her and kissing her lips. “Don’t come out before then.”
“Oh, for the love of all the lard in the South,” she says, and I laugh at her and walk out of the room and see the table all set. With fried chicken, chicken fried steak, grits and shrimp, collard greens, biscuits and gravy, cornbread, and so much more.
“Let me know if you need something else,” the butler from this morning says, and I smile at him as he walks out of the room.
“Is it safe to come out?” she yells from the bedroom, and I laugh.
“You can come out now,” I say, and she walks into the living room wearing my shirt that I had on a couple of hours ago. My cock immediately springs into action when I look at her, and then I look at the food, and I’m about to take her on the table when she points at me.
“You said I needed my strength so buckle it down, cowboy,” she says, sitting down and grabbing a plate to help herself. “Do you know before last month, I had never eaten fried chicken?” she says, looking at me. I just watch her as she takes a bite and then looks at me. “Also, I didn’t eat any carbs for ten years.”
“At all?” I ask, grabbing my own plate and filling it up. She looks over at me and raises an eyebrow. “You aren’t the only one who needs their strength.” She laughs, and I lean over and softly kiss her lips.
“To be in the rodeo, did you have to be on a special diet?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“No, I guess I just needed to eat lots of protein and keep my cardio up,” I say, taking a bite of the shrimp and grits and then looking over at her. “What about you?” She looks at me. “To walk the runway, did you?”
She puts her head back and laughs. “I’ve been on a diet since I was six and my mother thought I was getting a pouchy stomach,” she says, and I grip my fork even harder. “I was allowed white fish, steamed veggies, and that is about all. My portions were also counted and no sugar. Not even on my birthday. I mean, once they tried to slip it to me at one of the pageants on the day of my birthday, but my mother threw it on the floor.” She picks up her hands and does air quotes. “By accident.”
I shake my head and make a mental note to buy her the biggest and sweetest cake that there can be for her next birthday. I try not to think that I might not be with her. Regardless, she’s getting a huge cake. “My mother made all our cakes,” I say, and she smiles, and her whole face lights up.
“I bet she did,” she says as she takes a bite of the shrimp. The rest of the meal goes by with her stories of Kallie and her apartment and the only time she allowed ice cream into the house.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so full in my life,” she says and leans back in the chair, and I laugh.
“You say that every single time you eat,” I say, and then I hold out my hand for her and she gets up. “Let's go take a bath.”
“You read my mind,” she says and when I turn on the water and she puts bubbles in it, I try not to groan. Five minutes with her in the tub, and I’m forgetting that there are even bubbles when she sinks down on me. We both stop. “Oh my God,” she says, but she doesn’t move.
“Condom,” I hiss out, my cock getting way too comfortable in her. “I’ve never went bareback,” I say and try not to move.
“I’ve been tested,” she says, and then looks down, embarrassed that she’s been tested. “You know Dominic wasn’t faithful, and after that, I just …” I stop her from talking by kissing her until she forgets what she’s saying. I put my hand on her hips and I move her up and down. “I have an IUD,” she says right before I say I’m going to come, and we both come at the same time. I didn’t even give a shit if she has anan IUD or not. I carry her out of the tub and we step into the shower to rinse off the bubbles.
When we finally collapse into bed, I take her in my arms and we both fall asleep in minutes. During the night, I take her two more times, and when I wake up and her ass is wiggling around, I do the only thing I can do. I pick her up by her hips and slide into her. She moans, awake.
“Casey,” she mumbles, but she doesn’t fight it. Instead, she fucks me back so hard I almost fall back, and when we both come, the both of us fall right back to sleep. But nothing could prepare me for waking up to my cock in her mouth. The heat all over my cock, and when I finally open my eyes, she smiles at me crawling over and sinking down on me.
“Time to ride the cowboy.” She lifts herself up and then down again. My hands go up and cup her nipples, making her moan out and grind into me when I come down. Her hands go on my stomach, and then I lick my thumb and move it to her clit, knowing how much she likes it.
“Yes,” she says and I sit up now, moving my back to the headboard, and she now grabs the headboard with both hands, and she fucks me like it’s no one’s business. “I’m so close,” she pants out and I just watch her, one hand rolling her nipple between my fingers and the other playing with her clit.
“Right there,” she moans out, and when I feel her pussy squeeze me tight, I lift my hips to meet her thrust. “Right there,” she says and then she bends and bites my lower lip. “So close, cowboy.” I lean forward now and bite her nipple down hard and then suck in, and it’s what pushes her over the edge when she comes over my cock and she rides me the whole time. When I know she’s done I grab her around her waist and flip her over, and she
spreads her legs. I put both legs over my shoulders as I fuck her now harder than before. The sounds of our skin slapping together fills the room until I plant myself balls deep and come yet again.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Olivia
He gets out of the shower before me, leaving me to rinse the shampoo that I put in my hair five minutes ago. I slipped into the shower after the last round of sex we had on the dining room table. I had maple syrup in my hair and in other places, I didn’t think it would get better after the second and even the third time, but every single time is better than the last time.
“We have to be in the office in forty-five minutes,” he says from beside the sink. I rub the mirrored door and see him standing there with a towel around his hips. Even though I’ve touched, kissed, and licked almost every single part of him, I still get tingles. “You think you can be ready?”
“Are you going to give me a chance to get dressed?” He watches me in the mirror, and he just smiles at me. “As long as you’re not peeling off my clothes, I think I can be ready in thirty.”
He just laughs. “I bet you that you won’t be ready.” He looks over at me, and I just look at him.
“What are we betting?” I ask him, and my competitiveness takes over.
“If I win, I get to fuck you the way I want to.” He smirks, and I tilt my head. “And if you win, I eat you for an hour.”
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