“I’ve changed my mind.” Confusion pits in my stomach like a cramp when I feel him take my right leg, easily flipping me over. He crawls over the bed, still clothed, and anchors his legs over me. “So pretty, so mine.” His fingers dance up my torso, between the valley of my breasts, past my collarbone and neck and over my cheek. A single finger pulls down my lip and I let my tongue touch the tip. He pushes forward, letting me taste myself on his finger… salty, musky. Dragging his soaked finger free from my mouth, he uses his hands to pull up my dress. “I want all of you my sweet, succulent little strawberry.” A trembling racks my body and off comes my dress, landing in a heap on the floor across my bedroom. “That’s so much better…,” Murmuring, he crawls back down my body to the edge of my bed. I lean up on my elbows to follow him and a hand lands on my belly, holding me still. “No. Stay.” Two commanding words that make me flush all over.
James grabs my legs, the stylish little chains on my boots dangling from the ankles as he places my legs over his shoulders. I swallow in anticipation. Sure, I’ve played before, but never have I let a man do this to me and make me feel so completely exposed. His hot tongue gently touches my inner thigh, teasing me. A soft kiss before inching forward, eliciting another moan from me. A finger probes between my legs, separating wet flesh, his tongue tracing my clit in a slow circle.
“Pl
ease, James. More.” It’s too much, reducing me to a begging, quivering fool robbed of speech.
“Shhh…” The sound vibrates against my sensitive flesh. Another lick, another circle of my clit, and I’m more than just wet. I want to grab his head and pull him up my body to slide his dick deep inside me, but I know that won’t happen unless James decides to do it. Instead, I grab the headboard of my bed and arch my back just a little, hoping he’ll hit the spot to send me careening off into oblivion.
“I want to feel your legs shake as I kiss your pussy, Casey. I want you to clench my tongue like you will my cock when I give it to you. I want to know you’re ready for me.” James starts to do just that, kissing around my clit, sticking his tongue deep inside my pussy. He begins to hum and the vibration starts to spread higher, hitting my spine. My legs start to squeeze around his head and I run a hand through his short hair, letting him know how much I like what he’s doing. As if he couldn’t have figured that out already. As soon as I touch him, he tongues me more aggressively, nipping my clit just enough to sting. My back arches and I grind into him. When I feel that my orgasm is imminent, I grab his head with both hands. He pulls back before I fall over the edge.
“No. Dammit, James.” I’m frustrated as hell. He had me there and he stopped… again.
“You’re not playing by the rules, Casey.” He wipes his hand across his mouth, wiping my juices from his chin.
“What fucking rules, James?” He cocks his head, smiling. I’ll curse him until I’m blue in the face if he keeps this up. Denial makes me cranky.
“Such a mouth on you, sweet girl.” Shaking his head, he smiles. I know he’s going to draw this out until I am nothing but a limp version of myself. I bite my tongue and he stands at the edge of my bed.
“Casey, I dictate how this happens.” He grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off over his head, dropping it to the floor. He kicks off his shoes, unbuttoning his jeans. He pulls them down, along with his underwear, leaving my boss standing there in all his naked erect glory.
A hand comes to cover my mouth and I realize it’s my own. “Oh, my god,” I mutter, looking him over. I like what I see and he knows it. James Austin is one cocky son of a bitch.
8
James
Casey is flushed a sweet shade of mottled pink. A sheen of sweat glistens on her skin and glows like diamond dust in the reflected light. Her tangy musky taste still lingers on my mouth. Legs wide and naked, with the exception of her boots and shredded stockings, her fingers clutch the sheets. Her hair surrounds her like a dark halo. My fallen angel. My dick is hard and pulsing, finally free from the confines of my jeans. It’s eager to find a home in her wet heat.
I know she likes what she sees when she lets go of the sheets and lifts a finger, beckoning me to join her on the bed. Smiling, I look her over, taking in the sight. Is it wrong that I want to snap a picture with my iPhone so I can remember this forever? I wonder if she would let me, but I refrain from asking her.
“Did you like that?” I ask, crawling back over her body. I lean over her and let my skin touch hers before lifting back up again teasing. Her eyes are closed, long eyelashes fan dark spikes against pale cheeks. She nods, smiling and opening those eyes of hers. I shake my head. “Words, Casey. I want you to always be talking to me… on the radio, in the car, over the phone, in person, and especially in the bedroom. I want you always communicating with me.” I push a lock of messy hair behind her ear, tugging it, and tilt her face up to mine.
“Yes, James. I liked it very much.” Her tone is snarky. Such sass from this girl.
“Did you now? I couldn’t tell.” I let my fingers trace the lines of her smiling face.
“Now you’re just being cruel, James.”
“Hmm, am I?” I look at my silver wristwatch, the dial visible in the dim light from her window. “You know, you made me wait eighteen months and it’s only been fifteen minutes.”
“What are you talking about? I’m still not sure we should be doing this. Are you punishing me?”
I reach down and pinch her nipple, earning a yelp. Before she can smack me or push me away, I grip her hands over her head and lean my body down against hers, keeping her trapped on the bed. She tries to dislodge me with her hips… unsuccessfully.
“For each month you’ve said no, I’m exacting a minute of torture. So am I punishing you? In a matter of speaking, I am. This is going to be the longest three minutes of your life, sweet girl.” Growling against her ear, I nip the lobe gently, earning a delicious moan of surrender.
“Be kind,” she whispers and softly kisses my cheek.
Using my nose, I nudge her face to mine. “Always.” I kiss her lips, forcing her to open her mouth. Sweet strawberries and her tang wrap around my tongue. Her kiss is heaven with a kick in the ass. Our bodies rub together, creating heat. I calculate the time in my head. Even if I have to unman myself to last that long, it will be three minutes.
“Wait.” She tries to lift up and I pause. If she says no, I might just cry, but I’d never force her.
Gritting my teeth, I take a breath before speaking. “What?”
Her eyelids flutter once before her tongue darts out to lick her top lip. “Protection?”
Looking down, I smile at her. “I haven’t been with anyone in over eighteen months. I’m clean.” Her eyes open wide, likely surprised by my confession. I let one wrist go and palm the softness of her belly. Crazy as it sounds, I’d love to stick a child in there and watch her plump with my seed, but that’s another conversation for another day.