“I take my pill daily. There’s been no one else since I started working for you.” She looks down at my hand and then back to my face.
“Why have we been torturing each other?” She doesn’t answer and I let my cock, hard and pulsing, rest at the apex of her center. Her hips lift to meet mine and grind against me. The wetness between her thighs makes my thrust slip against her skin as I pull away just enough to fall lower and press against her, the tip of my cock pushing in between her lips. “Casey, sweet girl…,” I groan, feeling her clench.
“We can’t go back from this, James.” I feel her open her legs a little wider and take a deep breath, preparing herself for me.
“I don’t ever want to go back.” I want her more than anything.
I push in fully, feeling her hot channel squeeze me. Feeling her muscles contract against me as I slowly thrust in and out is glorious. I’m rendered insensible by Casey Cole. I clutch her face between my hands as I thrust into her body, which meets mine stroke for stroke. I watch her face contort in pleasure and she moans as I brush messy tendrils of hair from her face. She turns her face to my palm and I feel her lower body contract.
“We still have another two minutes, sweet girl.” The squeal of displeasure is loud, making me laugh as I slow my thrusts down, barely touching the spot she wants so badly.
“You’re shameless, James.” Casey tries to wrap her legs around my hips, but I don’t give her the chance to lock her ankles around me. Pulling out, I flip her over onto her side, holding her against me. Our breathing is harsh, our bodies overheated.
“I’ll make it worth the wait,” I whisper hoarsely against her neck, licking her skin. Hugging her body close, I keep a grip on her hands and arms, forcing her to keep still. It’s a slightly awkward position, but one that lets me maintain control. I use my knee to pull her legs apart and slip my cock back in, not giving her the time to think about it. My free hand slips over her body and between those luscious thighs to play with her clit. I gently flick it when I push deeply into her.
“Oh god, James.” I feel her body relax with the pleasure, and I kiss her neck, sucking on the skin. It’ll leave a mark on her I want the whole world to see. No more hiding, no more pretending, no more faking it. Her moans become sexy little grunts as I pump faster and flick her harder, rubbing the slick skin. I let my tongue roam her neck before biting her and sucking, making another visible love bite. I plan on making a chain of amethyst colored bruises around her neck for the whole world to see before the night is over.
Finally, her body convulses and I continue to thrust mercilessly, taking my own pleasure, spilling deep inside her core. I hold her close to me as she comes down from her orgasm, and I have no intention of letting her go.
Kissing the back of her head, I tell her, “Sweet girl, make no mistake about it. You are mine.” Her hands, which I’ve released, snake around my neck, and I pull out so she can turn over to embrace me. She looks worn, sleepy, and not likely to escape from the bed anytime soon. A gentle kiss pecks the corner of my mouth as Casey settles into a slumber, the beginnings of a small smile curving her lips.
II
On Air
When love is anything but sweet…
9
Casey
After tossing and turning most of the night, my eyes open slowly. Lying in bed, I moan groggily as I reach over to pick up my phone, sliding the bar over to check for any messages.
BossMan: Going “radio silent” isn’t going to deter me. Meet me for lunch. Please?
Nervousness flutters through me as I swallow the lump of uncertainty in my throat. I’ve managed to avoid James all week… which isn’t saying much considering he gave me an orgasm to last me for years, or that I’ve been running from job to job every day since the “night to change all nights” occurred. I held out for eighteen months to not be that girl. I’m not afraid to say the situation has me chicken shit nervous and ready to fold my cards. My pride lays tattered on the floor with my ripped stockings I left there as a reminder.
Dog walking is keeping my booty in check, while my penchant for things like peanut butter and caramel keep my curves sweet. I finally give in to the big boss man, and now I’m ru
nning scared with my tail between my legs. I can’t help the way I start panting, and my legs wobble at the mere thought of James circling his tongue around my nipple or flicking my clit.
He’s a god in the bedroom.
And I’m, well… I’m just me.
Uncertainty, with a mixture of shame and excitement thrown in, is what keeps me backpedaling from James Austin. He’s too much to handle, way too much for me. I contemplate answering his message with one of my own. Yes… No… Shit, I don’t know. I toss the phone into the mass of covers, pushing my body up. Coffee is the deciding factor. I can’t make any rational decisions without a caffeinated elixir coursing through my veins. Then I’ll decide what to do with my hot boss and his “hot dog”. Snickering, I put my feet on the floor and get my ass in the bathroom.
This morning, I am in a rush to drag a Pekingese named Charlie through the park. Passing through my living room, I throw a sheet over the mirror, so I’m not distracted by the naughty things I crave so badly with him. Hazy visions of wanting James to spread me out in front of it nearly make me collapse on the sofa. My pulse accelerates dangerously fast, and I can’t decide if my blood sugar is low or if I’ve become a sex addict. I don’t have time for a bakery treat from Pauline’s, my favorite bakery or a quickie in the sack with James. Neither will do me any good if I miss my appointment with Charlie’s pain in the ass owner. James is a damn good distraction.
Running out of my apartment dressed in denim leggings, a cranberry-colored wool jacket, black scarf, hat, and ballet flats, I slam straight into a solid mass. Stench like rotting cantaloupe permeates my nostrils and my throat closes on an automatic gag. I’m pretty sure I never want to see or eat fleshy orange fruit ever again.
“Oh, dear Jesus…” As I attempt to cover my mouth and nose, a wiry arm attached to a similarly gross body pushes me back against the wall with enough force, my head snaps against the cheap, thin sheetrock.
“Casey, you’ve been having guests over?”
It’s my jealous freak of a neighbor, Devin. I don’t know how he knew I was leaving my apartment this morning. I look past his shoulder to his door, which is cracked open, and see a large TV in his living room, some video game paused on the screen. Looking back at him warily, his eyes are bloodshot and his skin is pale. He probably gets as much sleep as I do and that’s not saying much. Usually, he just makes inappropriate comments, leaving me unmolested. This is the first time he’s done anything physical. I am more annoyed than scared of his antics today.
“Let me pass.” I struggle to push him off of me, nervousness making my push more of a weak prod. He’s rude and disgusting, making my stomach turn sour with bile. Grunting, he throws up his hands and I scoot away from him, making it to the stairs in a frantic jog. Peering over my shoulder, I see him slam his apartment door. I shake it off, racing down the two flights of my second story walk-up, busting out the front door to the street, chest heaving. James won’t like knowing Devin approached me, which is exactly why I don’t plan on telling him.