Every single muscle in my body is pulled tight, waiting for what comes next. But…nothing happens.
Instead, she rests her hands on her thighs and waits, her eyes not wavering from mine.
Shit.
“Do you want my dick, Troublemaker?” The second I say the word “dick,” her eyes drop, and fuck if the way they widen and her lips pop open in surprise doesn’t give me the confidence boost that I need.
She licks her lips before nodding. “Yes.”
“Then you’re going to need to prove you deserve it.”
I don’t need to give her any more instructions. That’s all she needs.
Her slim fingers wrap around my shaft, and she strokes me twice before leaning forward and licking around the head.
Ho-ly fuck.
How I don’t blow then and there as I watch her get started is anyone’s fucking guess.
“More.” The plea falls from my lips without instruction frommy brain. But when she takes me fully in her mouth, I don’t regret it. “Fuck. Fuck,” I grunt as my fingers sink into her hair so I can hold her in place.
The guys are right. I am missing out.
“Jesus,” I groan as I hit the back of her throat.
Still, she stares up at me with her large, emerald eyes.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t look away.
She’s…addictive.
She works me like she’s been doing it all her life, hitting all those magical spots that threaten to make me come long before I’m ready. But as much as I might want to hold off and make this last forever, I also really want to fuck her.
I can’t do that yet. Not until she’s taken the edge off.
If we’re doing this—and it very much looks like we are— then we’re doing it properly. I don’t want a quick wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. I want the full one-night stand experience. One that will leave me exhausted yet satisfied tomorrow. One that will get me through the next God knows how many depressing years of celibacy.
“Yesss,” I moan as she does…something that makes my head almost implode.
Fuck.
There is not a single chance of me forgetting this night for a very, very long time.
Whether that's going to be a blessing or a curse, I'm yet to figure out.
6
CASEY
His dick swells, stretching my lips wider a beat before the first drop of salty cum lands on my tongue.
My eyes are still locked on his face, or the parts of it I can see. I’m addicted to his reactions. The way his jaw tenses beneath the scruff and his neck ripples when he swallows. The way he bites down on his bottom lip and the way he gazes down at me with fire burning bright in his eyes. What were nicely styled curls a few hours ago are now a tousled mess on his head, the front falling forward and into his eyes as he watches me.
Even with the mask in place, he looks hot as hell and everything I expected. He is everything I ever wanted and dared to hope for. And we’ve barely even started.
Aside from a kiss, he hasn’t even touched me yet.
But I know it’s going to be worth the wait.
