“I was…thinking…of…you.”Her words come out in breathy gasps as I plunge into her, a little harder each time.I find her clit, running my thumb around the needy nub.She arches her back, a squeal escaping her.
“Oh my god, Griffinnnnn!”
“That’s right Casey.”The backs of my shoulders are tense, prickly, my entire body awaiting the explosion.I don’t have much longer.“Come for me again.”
I massage her clit, watching the range of emotions as she pinches her eyes shut and sinks her fingernails into my chest.This view is perfect.I never want to see anything but this: my childhood friend Casey Hart unraveling beneath me while I stretch and fill her with my cock.
She lifts her hips off the bed at the same time her mouth rounds.A low, shuddery moan floats past her lips just as her pussy begins to contract around me.
“Yesss, Casey.”I flick my tongue against each nipple in turn, which adds a little extra squeak to her cresting orgasm.“You look so fucking hot when you come for me.”
She’s drawing a deep breath, clutching my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll float away.But I’m not going anywhere.The pressure building inside me still demands a release.The vice grip of her pussy is too wonderfully perfect, and watching her unravel was too sexy.
I’m a goner.
I snag her lips in a kiss as I push inside her one last time, the explosion of my orgasm breaking through and drenching my body with heat and bliss.
When I’ve caught my breath and I can see straight again, she’s running her hands through my hair, giggling like we were just caught kissing behind the stands at a football game.
“Holy shit.”Her voice is hoarse.I grunt in reply, pressing my forehead against hers.My cock is going soft, but not by much.Not while I’m still inside her.
“Casey came twice,” I say, nuzzling into her neck.“Imagine that.”
She giggles again.“I guess I owe you one, since you only came once.”
“Mmm.I won’t argue with that.”I snag another kiss, finally easing myself out of her.I sit back on my heels and delicately slide the condom off.I tie it off and toss it into the little trash can by the nightstand.
“Can I ask you a question?”Her hands are back to swishing across my abs, over the front of my chest.
“Of course.”
“Were you jacking off this morning in your bedroom?”
A deep laugh rumbles out of me.“One hundred percent yes.”
“I knew it!”
“And you know who I was thinking of?”I press soft kisses along the shell of her ear.Usually with hookups and one-night stands, I’ve got them halfway out the door by now.But not Casey.I want to drag this out as long as possible.And then repeat it, as often as humanly possible, until she closes this chapter on our lives.
“Who?”
“I’ll give you a hint.She’s my type.”
She swats at my chest.“Stop it.You werenotthinking of me.”
“You stop.Because I told you to stop underestimating yourself.”
“Wellyoudidn’t underestimate yourself,” she says, running her fingers along my jawline.“You knew you’d make me come and you were right.”
“I happen to enjoy making you feel good,” I say.“With my rod and other things.”
Comfortable silence settles between us.I can’t rip myself off her to go start cleaning up.I just want to linger here forever in this perfect post-sex haze.
“Tell me what you were going to say when you came back to the house and found me,” she whispers.
“You’re not gonna let me off the hook.”
“Nope.”
