Page 61 of The Best Bad Decision

How was I supposed to answer that?

“I can’t think.” The way he was grinding on me made it impossible to get enough blood in my head for my brain to work. “You’re…”

Distracting.

I needed to learn how to do that better so I could distract him, but Casimir was clearly the expert.

“Running out of patience, baby.” The way he started grinding on me sent very mixed messages. “God, I love these shorts.”

Was I supposed to thank him?

“You even did it shirtless, baby.” Squeezing his thighs around me as he rocked faster, it finally occurred to me that he was actually trying to orgasm.

On me.

Against me?

Using me?

I really didn’t have enough working brains to figure it out, but he didn’t need brains at the moment. “Just for you, Sir.”

Ignoring what he was doing to me, I ran my hands up his back and down to his ass, encouraging him to rock faster. “I knew you were watching me.”

I hadn’t exactly been looking like a bikini girl in an old music video, but I’d made sure to give him a few good poses. It’d been the best I could do, but it seemed like he’d appreciated the effort and hadn’t thought it was as awkward as I’d worried it’d be.

Casimir’s moan made me think he was reliving those moments. “Your ass is edible in those shorts. I just want to bend you over and either fuck you blind or eat you out.”

Really?

Whatever he was imagining had him squeezing me again as a shiver raced through him. “Both…definitely both.”

No one had ever done that to me but he probably knew that.

Hmm.

He liked being the first to do that kind of activity.

Giving myself a mental push, I kissed along his neck and tried not to sound stupid. “No one’s ever done that to me, Sir. You’d be the first.”

As far as dirty talk went it was pathetic but Casimir had a low bar for that kind of thing when it came to me. He moaned and his full-body shiver said he was pleased with the effort, though.

“Baby…” His body jolted out of the sexy rhythm he’d found and his arms tightened around my neck. “I’m going to bend you over and spread you wide…you’re going to love my kisses.”

I’d loved everything he’d introduced me to, so I wasn’t going to second-guess him.

“Would…would you kiss me then use me?” Fuck me hadn’t come out but even with tripping over my words at the beginning, it felt like I’d done fairly well. “You…you keep promising to bend me over.”

It felt like we were getting close to it, so far he’d been going slowly with his fingers and the plug, but the internet said stretching me carefully was the best option since I’d never done any exploring there. So it seemed like he was being gentle and enjoying fucking with me, but the side effect was that I was a walking hard-on that could barely think.

Casimir’s wicked chuckle sent a shiver through me that seemed to push his desire even higher. “You’re going to feel so good around me…clenching and shaking.”

He was the one clenching and shaking as he wrapped himself tighter around me, but all I could do was hold him and push him higher. “Will you bend me over when I walk in the door one day?”

Oh, he liked that image.

Fucking my stomach faster, he held me against him and shook as his orgasm ripped through him. All he seemed to need me to do was keep him steady, so I let him moan and writhe against me as he relished every drop of pleasure he could.

When he finally came down from the high, he curled into me and let out a long sigh. “I love Saturdays.”