by Amy J. White
“Fine. Play hard to get. But keep in mind, man, you don’t want to push it too far. I learned that the hard way with Ryley. I thought I’d fucked up and lost the only woman I ever wanted.”
He doesn’t need to remind me. We both supported each other like brothers.
“I’ll make it work, Ethan. I promise.” The subject changes to how married life is treating him and Ryley and how he’s doing with the baby.
As he speaks, I stare at the distant mountains, thinking. Scheming on how to make sure Lilah feels the same way I do.
The following morning is my off day, so I use it to visit Flo’s to see Lilah and ask her to join me for a grill out after she gets off shift.
Flo stands at the front, beaming. “Casey! Good to see you again. My goodness, twice in one week? Lilah’s in the back, I’ll go get her.”
My heart beats hard against my ribs as Ethan’s words buzz around in my head while I wait. What if the other night in the truck was too much and I already screwed things up?
It soon becomes apparent I hadn’t when Lilah shows up in her overalls, peach colored shirt and baseball hat with a smile on her face.
“Hey Casey,” She says instead of the usual snarky quip. What follows feels like someone punched me in the jaw. “About the other night, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable when I put my hand on your thigh.”
Oh but darlin’, if you only knew. “Nothing to apologize for sweetheart. As a matter of fact, I’ve come to see if you might honor me by joining me tonight for a grill out. We can build a bonfire, drink coffee or just drink.” I shrug. “Whatever you like.”
Then I can take you up to my bedroom, strip you and plunge my fingers inside you until you come all over them.
This time, I see she’s not bothering to think as the tip of her tongue slides over her lower lip, back over her teeth like she’s staring at her favorite meal. It’s exactly how I want her when I make my first move: a woman on the edge, needing, craving what she sees in front of her.
“Sounds good to me. Do I need to bring anything?” She asks in a tone devoid of the shy apologizing girl from moments ago.
I decide to lean in close, my thumb and a crooked forefinger beneath her jaw. My breath blows across her lips, inches away from a kiss I know would be blistering. “Nothing but you. I’ll see you tonight.”
Her cheeks turn rosy red, those delicious eyes wide. I let a kiss brush her lips, enough to tease her. Enough to make her want more.
Around six o’clock, I crack open another beer waiting for Lilah to show. The kiss from before had been light, barely a tap of our lips. From the way her body reacted, I know I disappointed her by cutting it short.
Freshly rubbed steaks wait on the island cutting board in the middle of my kitchen. Beside them are various vegetables all ready to go on the grill giving off billowing smoke into the brisk night air.
Candles have been set on the square glass table with two chairs sitting across from one another. Upstairs, condoms, soft music and warming lubricant wait for what I have planned after we have dinner.
I’m going to wine her, dine her, and finger and tongue fuck her until I’m so deeply imprinted, she won’t know what to do with herself. At least, that’s my plan.
Ethan’s right. Waiting and playing too long could backfire. Not a snowball’s chance in hell would I risk that.
Knocking on the front door causes my breath to catch.
I toss the empty beer can, forgetting the undone buttons on the dark green button-up shirt I know Lilah likes, and head to the door.
Lilah stands there in jeans tight enough I'm able to drink up the view of the curvature of her long farmer's legs. Her hair is up in a ponytail. The shirt she wears hugs her curvy figure in a way it makes the already hardening cock in my jeans weep to be free.
Easy, boy. Soon we’ll both get what we want. I choose to lean against the door jamb, letting her look me over as much as she wants. “Evening.”
“Hey,” She says. Ah, the shy tone again. Girl is a mystery wrapped in a sexy enigma. “ Hope you haven’t waited too long.”
I shake my head. “If you’re done enjoying the view, I think I have a way to make both our stomachs stop roaring at us like hungry lions.”
My reply earns a laugh.
Lilah comes in. As I follow her, I take a moment to admire her beautiful body.
She’s not like those models you see on the cover of swim magazines. Her body isn’t the hourglass women are lead to believe all men want. Good thing too. I might break an hourglass.
I start the steaks, offering Lilah a drink. She chooses to go with Jack Daniels instead of plain Coors. An odd choice for most women, but a plus for me. Firm body and a tolerance for the hard stuff. God, I want this woman.
Dinner is nothing but small talk, awkward memories and jokes about how silly we both were in school. That’s not what we both want though.
I can tell by the looks in Lilah’s eyes, she doesn’t want to talk. My girl wants to fuck. And I’ll be damned if I don’t give her a taste of what I plan on giving her.
Chapter 4
Lilah
Dinner goes on forever, it seems. Since walking up on Casey’s doorstep, all I can think of is how badly I want the intense feelings we both experienced in his truck to overflow into heated love-making in his bed.
The night he dropped me off, he let me put my hand on his thigh, knowing full well I wanted so much more.
Going to work this morning nearly killed me. I wondered if I’d done something to make him decide he no longer wanted me the way I wanted him. When he invited me to dinner at his place, my panties got soaked with fantasies of what we might do together.
Ending with that tender kiss made the rebel inside me want to grab him and haul him over the counter to dive into his mouth to taste him.
They continued until he answered his door. My legs almost melted beneath me when I glimpsed that perfectly developed chest and those beautiful abs. God, my tongue longed to run smooth paths over each hill and valley.
Casey reminds me of the tale of the Ugly Duckling. He was so geeky, thin and always getting bullied by everyone else but Ethan.
The man, who stares at me now, his eyes alight with the flickering flames of the fire, barely resembles the boy I knew.
After the meal, I’m not sure what he’s talking about. The burn between my legs makes me bite my lip. Somewhere mid-sentence he stops. Our eyes meet.
The next thing I know, we’re leaning towards one another. I open my mouth to say something only to be stopped when Casey’s mouth slams against mine in a kiss so damn hungry, I barely have time to think.
My arms wrap around his neck. His hands cup my face. More. I want so much more.
Following the carnal desire tearing its way through me, I leave my chair to position myself over his lap to find his cock hardening behind his jeans. Our tongues battle one another at the opening of his mouth.
I suck the tip of his, tasting the delectable mix of Jack Daniels and our dinner. A moan escapes me as I push my tongue into his mouth as far as I can.
He doesn’t stop me. Instead, firm hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer. My hands leave his neck, probing in the open fabric of his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders, leaving them bare to my eyes.
It’s not enough. I want to see all of him.
With a single motion, Casey hauls both of us off the chair, wrapping my legs around his waist. In a breath, he says, “Not here, sweetheart. If I’m going to enjoy this sweet pussy, I’m doing it in bed.”
My cheeks heat. Our lips reconnect as he takes us upstairs to his bedroom.
Once there, Casey doesn’t hesitate.
In a single moment, he takes off the snug blue jeans I wore to seduce him.
Thank God I chose to ware sandals instead of shoes.
I drop onto the bed on my back.
The mood shifts.
Casey positions himself at the end of the bed staring down at me, eyes darkened with a lust more p
owerful than any I’ve experienced from him until now.
“You’re damn gorgeous, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.” I swallow the knot threatening to choke me at the promise I see hidden in those eyes.
Casey leans his powerful body over me. Fingertips tickle over my lower stomach while his amazing mouth takes mine in a blistering kiss, pulling another moan from me.
From there, they trace a soft trail over the top of my panties where they stop to tease the elastic. My teeth take my lower lip at the urge to push his hand where I really want him to go.
He’s right. If he doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to fly apart and beg him.
“Casey.” The name comes out in barely a whisper.
I gasp when his fingers leave the top of my panties to the crease above my leaking opening. Smooth circles roll over the opening enough to tease.
“Damn, already so wet for me, huh?” He says with a chuckle.
Yeah, laugh it up. I almost snap a quip back at him when he pushes against the pink polka dot fabric.
“Ah!” My body arches, trying to push into his teasing fingers. “God, Casey.”
“Not yet, baby girl. You aren’t hungry enough yet,” He says, leaning down to take my mouth, his fingers running a torturous trail from my vagina all the way to my clit, then back again.
I whimper.
His next action is to take off my shirt and my bra over my breasts. Our eyes meet briefly and I can see he’s as sexed up as I am. A wicked coy grin curls over his cherry lips before warm wetness falls to one of my nipples.
Yes. This is what I want. At least a small part of it.
Casey’s teeth run over the tender nub now hard into a peak. I reach to tangle my fingers into his hair, finding it as silky as I dreamed it would be since I first saw him.
How could I have not seen him until now? Or at least given him a chance?
Warm lips over my other breast halt the thoughts in my sex-dazed brain. Those talented fingers push a little harder. The fabric brushes over the sensitive clit bringing about another whimper.
“Casey, please. Please.” There it is, I’m begging. And I don’t care. I want him inside me. Some part of him inside of me.
Casey wastes no time in tugging my underwear over my feet, tossing it to the floor. “That’s my good girl.”
So dirty. So fucking dirty. Exactly what I want in a man. A single finger teases my wet opening.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” He says. “Ready to give me what I want?”
What he wants? Something about flying apart, right? Am I supposed to answer? I manage to nod.
In a second he moves to his knees, hauling my legs over his muscular shoulders, my feet against his shoulder blades. Oh God, he’s not going to –
All thought leaves when he grins. His mouth lowers to my sex.
Shit! He is!
I find myself invaded by Casey’s greedy tongue. It sends shocks up my spine in a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I don’t want it to end.
Chapter 5
Casey
Son of a bitch, I think as my tongue takes in Lilah’s sweet juices. She responds so well to everything I do to her, it’s hard for me to remember tonight isn’t about what the throbbing cock between my legs wants. It’s about me showing the woman that I love that I have what she wants.
Her taste exceeds every fantasy I experienced since I first saw her. The sounds coming from those strawberry lips drags a desire out of me I never thought possible.
I’m not a virgin by any means of the word, but no one knows exactly what I want from a mate like Lilah does. She likes dirty talk, loves the way I tease her until it hurts, and reacts far beyond what I ever could’ve imagined.
It’s like our bodies were made to answer one another’s suppressed needs.
My eyes widen when she starts pumping her hips against my mouth, pushing me deeper inside of her. On her face, I see the looks of a woman who knows how to take as much as I want to give.
I drag my tongue up the wet crease, swirling the tip around her hardened clit. She releases a shout as her orgasm racks her body. I feel the muscles squeezing my tongue. It hurts to lower her hips to the bed.
“God, that was amazing,” she says on rush of air. With an arm thrown over her forehead.
I’m not done. Not yet.
My tongue traces a wet path from her lower belly to the divot between her breasts. While I have her naked beneath me, I want to see how far she’s willing to let me go.
I pull her shirt off, throwing it to the ground next to her panties, leaving her in nothing but what she was born with.
“Casey,” Lilah says, her voice a dreamlike timbre.
I kiss her again, my hand cradling her jaw, letting her drift down from the first orgasm I plan on letting her have tonight. “I’m not done. Not until I’ve had my fill.”
The words make her tilt her head to the side. Her eyes a mix of excitement and concern. I can tell she expects me to plunge into her cock first.
I chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint, but that’s not on the agenda tonight.”
Her lips purse in dejection. A look of “you’re such an asshole” forms in her face. It’s a look she’s given me many times, so I am very familiar with it.
She opens her mouth to speak to shut it when I place a still kiss over her lips, spearing my tongue into her mouth until she moans.
Reaching two fingers into her mouth, I say, “Suck them. Get them nice and wet for me, angel.” I pause, adding, “It’ll make pushing them into you so much easier.”
Lilah’s own devilish smile forms over her face. She reaches to cradle my face, her nails running over the stubble. “I’d like that. But, can I make a request of my own?”
The sex kitten tone in her voice sends my cock on high alert – if that was even possible.
“Name it.”
Lilah runs her teeth over my jaw to breathe hot in my ear. “Let me see it.”
Holy shit! It’s my turn to swallow, the very ends of my control threatening to snap from the tone of her voice alone.
I waste no time in unbuttoning my jeans, shoving the zipper down, parting the top. Lilah reaches for my boxer briefs, licking puffy lips as she pushes the rim down, freeing my cock, leaving it exposed for her to ogle as she pleases.
“You’re so big.” She kisses the engorged tip, tearing a hiss from behind clenched teeth. “I want to feel it inside me.”
Oh no you don’t, sneaky girl. This is my show. Who was I kidding? Lilah started taking over the moment she told me she wanted to see what she had to look forward to.
“Inside you, where?” I ask when she positioned herself onto her hands and knees. It offers me plenty to work with.
In answer to my question, Lilah runs her tongue up the underside of my cock. “Inside me. Fill me, baby.”
Looks like she doesn’t care. Damn, this game keeps getting better and better since she started understanding what I wanted.
I take my fingers to her lips, pushing them in, repeating my order to suck them. She moans as she does so, leaving them in the perfect condition to push inside her.
“You can enjoy it if you want.” Lilah looks up at me. “You can suck me while I finger fuck you, if you like.”
Eyes wide enough to embarrass a cartoon character look up at me, almost sparkling. Once again, the pent up hunger we’ve had for one another blossoms to the surface, answering hidden needs neither one of us could share even with our closest friends.
Lilah leans to take the base of my cock, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head.
Jesus. My head lulls back when she takes me down her throat, slowly moving back.
“Stick them in me, baby. I want to feel them nice and deep while I suck you off.”
Shit. I waste no time in moving over her, my hand running down her back between her legs to find her soaking wet, ready for me to take her.
A combination of a gasp and a moan vibrates
against me. “Ah, shit. Sweetheart, if you do that again, this isn’t going to last long.”
She does it again. I plunge my fingers inside her. “Oh babe. You’re so tight and ready for me again.”
My fingers pump in and out of her, matching the rhythm she’s made for herself as she works me over with those sinful lips.
I begin to wonder which one of us really has control over this situation.
Because at the moment, it definitely feels like I’m the one who’s lost.
Chapter 6
Lilah
Golden rays of sun cast light through the curtains in my window. I roll over slowly; moaning from the lingering effects of the sexual daze Casey put me in last night. Everything seems so unreal, moving at a rushing speed.
One moment it’s like we’re playing the same game, the next I’m doing all I can to tear open his fly, wrapping my lips around his monstrously huge cock. On a boisterous cry he comes down my throat, his taste salty, yet amazingly sweet.
Sighing, I roll onto my back to stare at the blades of the ceiling fan, hypnotized. Not by them. By the memories.
Casey’s thick fingers pumping in and out of me. Casey’s warm tongue thrusting into my sex like he owns it. In some ways he does, I guess. Somehow, I feel he always did.
It’s my day off and I remember promising Rachel and Ryley I will go with them for lunch. Ryley is supposed to be bringing her and Ethan’s daughter with her. I can’t wait to watch the little lady when she and Ethan need some time to themselves.
Looking at my phone, I see the time sits at 11:30.
“Shit!” I shoot out of the bed, leaving behind all the wet dreams left behind after Casey’s onslaught.
I ruffle through my chest of drawers to get a hold of a faded pair of blue jeans and a sweater to help shield me against the fresh falling snow. I choose boots instead of sneakers, finishing of my wardrobe with a thick coat and scarf.