by LK Shaw
Leisurely, Philip lowered the briefs inch by glorious inch until his cock sprang free of its constraint. He tossed the underwear on the floor and returned to the relaxed pose that now wasn’t so relaxed. I stared in awe at his thickness laying on his tight stomach, its base surrounded by short, groomed hair. Wetness leaked from the purplish tip, and my eyes followed the long vein down his length. My mouth watered, but I was also a little trepidatious. The sight of his penis was intimidating.
I started to stretch my arm out, but hastily pulled it back with a glance at Philip. “Can I touch it?”
He swallowed hard and nodded. Ever so slowly, I reached out and with just a fingertip, traced that fascinating vein from base to tip. Philip sharply inhaled, and a shudder coursed through him. A sense of power surged through me that I was the one making him tremble. Courage growing, I did my best to encircle his engorged length, but my fingers didn’t make it the whole way around. Velvet encased steel was the only way I could describe what Philip felt like in my hand. He sucked in another breath when I squeezed. I immediately released my hold on him
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Philip hissed out air. “It only hurt in the best possible way.”
“Oh. So, that was okay?”
He nodded again. “More than okay. Do you want me to show you what I like?”
I let him move my hand back to his cock. Again, I wrapped my hand around him, with Philip’s hand over mine, guiding me as we began to stroke up and down his length. He squeezed my hand so I grasped his erection tighter. He encouraged my grip, and our rhythm increased. Philip’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and he arched up into my downward pulls. Our breathing was loud, and I squirmed as my arousal ratcheted up. My mouth instantly started watering, and my body craved a taste.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind that Philip growled out a curse as his body tensed and jerked, and beneath my fingers, ropey spurts of come erupted from his cock, covering both our hands and his stomach. A sigh of satisfied pleasure came from him. When I looked at his face, he stared back at me through hooded eyes.
“Sorry about that,” Philip said, although I didn’t hear a sincere apology in his tone.
“For what?” I was confused.
He held up our hands coated in his cream. “For not warning you it was happening.”
“I thought it was hot to tell the truth.” Some inner vixen urged me to do what I did next.
Curiously, I lifted my fingers up to my mouth and tentatively licked them, tasting his essence. I wasn’t sure what it would taste like, but it was a slight mix of sweet and mostly salty. Philip’s head dropped back, and he let out a moan. “Fuck me. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And as much as I hate to move, I need to get a washcloth.”
Philip crawled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. After hearing the water run for a minute, he returned with a wet towel. I noticed his stomach was cleaned off already. He used the warm cloth to wash my hand off before throwing the cloth in the dirty hamper on the side of the room.
He slid back into bed and pulled me against him. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?”
I curled into his warmth. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. I want to experience it all. So far, everything we’ve done has been for me. I wanted to do something special for you.”
“That was special all right.” He kissed the top of my head.
I got the impression he wanted to say something more, but he remained silent. I stayed wrapped in his arms as I drifted off to sleep, content that life was perfect.
18
PHILIP
My body had hummed for hours after its release. Casey had remained blissfully unaware of the chaos reigning inside me as she lay almost on top of me throughout the night, her nose buried in my chest. She continued to amaze me with how much courage ran through her. She faced every challenge head-on, and it was astounding to watch her conquer all of her fears. When she’d grasped my cock, I almost came off the bed. It was a feeling like no other. Neither of us had mentioned the “L” word, but there were nights when I struggled to hold back the words. Instead, I tried to tell her with each kiss, each touch, each embrace.
I’d left after breakfast with the promise to be back and pick her up for dinner. We were heading back to eat at Sully’s. Casey was just finishing curling her hair when I poked my head around her bedroom door.
“Good evening, beautiful.”
Casey turned toward me, her hair billowing out around her.
“Hello, yourself, handsome. Are you ready?” She rose from the vanity chair and slipped on her shoes.
“How did I get so lucky to find a woman who is ready at the same time I am?”
She placed her hand in my outstretched one as I pulled her to me.
“I don’t know, but she sounds like a keeper.” I brushed a kiss across her knuckles.
“Oh, she’s definitely a keeper.” My voice was husky, and I had to force myself not to drag her to bed.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled into Sully’s parking lot. Cool air washed away the sticky humidity clinging to us when we stepped inside. After waving at Sully, who had just stepped out of the kitchen, I led us over to our usual table.
“Look what the cat dragged in. I’m surprised you aren’t embarrassed to show your face in here after the ass-whooping I gave you at the dart board last week. Are you back to try and redeem yourself?” Sully baited me as he straddled a chair next to Casey. He nudged her with his elbow and winked. Fucker was such a flirt.
“You only won because you cheated, you sneaky bastard. If you hadn’t smacked my ass with a towel and distracted me, I would have hit that bullseye.”
I’d jumped in surprise at the sting across my ass, but Sully had held up his empty hands in an innocent gesture. I’d tried to retaliate by fake sneezing as loud as humanly possible, but it hadn’t fazed Sully in the least. His dart had hit the perfect mark.
“All’s fair in love and darts, my friend,” he shrugged. “Now, how about a beer for you and a prosecco for the lovely lady.”
Sully stood and headed off to get our drinks.
“You know he intentionally tries to get your goat, right?” Casey leaned against me, holding my hand in her lap, our fingers laced.
“Oh, I know. Which is why I let him. He’s a pain in my ass sometimes, but he’s been a great friend. He hides some bad shit behind his carefree attitude. We talk about it on occasion, but I know he still keeps a lot of it buried. All I can do is be there if and when he needs me.”
She turned to look at me. “You are an amazing person, Philip Maxwell. Sully is so lucky to have you. And so am I.”
My eyes met hers, and a bright flash shone behind her cerulean eyes. I continued to stare at her, and it was then I knew I had to tell her.
“There is no one in this world luckier than I am.” I paused, licking my lips nervously before swallowing hard. “The day I met you was the best day of my life. You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met. You have overcome so many things in your life, and your courage is boundless. You make me laugh. You bring out everything good inside me. I know this whole adventure between us began because I was your friend. But for me, it’s always been because I love you, Casey Santiago.”
She sat in stunned silence and then threw herself in my arms.
“I love you too, Philip. So much.” Her voice cracked with unshed tears. I held her tightly in my arms, cradling the back of her head, in shock that she felt the same way. It seemed unreal. She pulled back, but only so she could press her lips to mine.
“Lord, will you people give it a rest. This is a family establishment. People don’t need to see you two making out like randy teenagers. Get a room.”
Casey giggled against my lips at Sully’s disgruntled tone. I, however, took a more non-verbal approach and flipped Sully off. Then of course, added my two cents.
“Fuck off Sullivan. You’re just jealous.”
An expression
raced across Sully’s face, but it was gone so quickly I must have been mistaken, because now, he was grinning like a fool as he set our drinks on the table. “Jealous? Whatever, man. I got ladies knocking down my door left and right. I have a different one every night.”
I scoffed. “You’re gonna catch something if you’re not careful.”
“Pfft. That’s why you suit up.”
The conversation had apparently suddenly veered to Casey knowing more about Sully than she wanted, because she plugged her ears. “La-la-la-la-la. Not listening. I don’t want to hear about your sexual exploits Sully.”
He just shrugged and gave her an innocent look. “I’m just saying I’m not jealous.”
I nodded. “Got it. Not jealous. Now, stop trying to give my girlfriend nightmares.”
Sully gave a mock salute. “Duly noted. Now that you guys are done making out, you ready to order?”
19
CASEY
I sat in giddy happiness for the rest of the evening as we ate and played darts, but I was antsy to get home. Every time I turned around, Philip was there, brushing against me and touching me in not so innocent ways. Several times he’d stood with his front brushing my back as he adjusted my stance to help direct my aim at the board better. I was flustered as his big hand cradled my hip, and his erection pressed into my back.
I thought about how far I’d come from that first picnic at Poppy Park’s carousel when I’d almost died of embarrassment from practically groping Philip. Now, I reveled in the power I had to make my man want me this badly. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, I pushed back against him and wiggled my butt a little. His grip tightened on my hip, and he groaned.
His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “You better be careful. Moves that like could be taken as an invitation.”
I turned in his arms and discreetly dragged my fingertip across his groin. “That’s the whole point.”
Quickly rising up on tiptoes, I pecked him on the lips before walking over to my chair and sipping my glass of prosecco. I blew Philip another kiss when he shot me a glance. He took a minute to gather his concentration before taking a shot that hit the outermost green section of the one point. He threw his head back in disappointment. I almost felt bad. Almost. As Sully had said, “all’s fair in love and darts.”
“Take me home, Philip,” I said suddenly, unable to take the teasing and sexual tension anymore.
He darted a concerned glance in my direction. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
I stepped into his personal space and crooked my finger at him. He leaned down, and I spoke softly in his ear. “I want you to take me home and make love to me. Please.”
He straightened a little and stared intently at me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded my assent.
Philip quickly closed out our bill, and I almost chuckled at how fast he got me in the truck and on the road.
I was burning with need by the time we pulled onto my street. Philip wasn’t any better. Like teenagers, we ran into the house hand-in-hand. The minute he slammed the door shut, Philip’s mouth crashed down on mine. My hands slid under his shirt, and my fingers traced the ridges of his abs. His hand kneaded my breast, before he thrummed my nipple through my shirt. I ran my hands around to his warm back, feeling his muscles contract and relax at my touch.
Philip shifted positions and pulled his shirt over his head, and then he was back to kissing me. Our tongues twirled, and our breaths mingled. I felt his hands at my waist and then he was tugging my shirt up and over my head. When Philip’s lips returned to me, he bypassed my mouth, instead nipping, sucking, and nibbling my neck and the top of my breasts. He pulled the cup of my bra down to expose my breast fully to his view.
My fists clenched his forearms for support as he bent to take my nipple in his mouth. His hair was a curtain between us so I couldn’t see his mouth on me, but every tug of his teeth, stretching the nub, sent a current of electricity straight to my core. Wetness poured from me, soaking my underwear.
My hands moved, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding his head tightly against my chest. Philip growled, and the vibration coursed through me, igniting sparks along the way.
I squealed when he grabbed my ass, hiking me up and forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. My arms automatically went around his neck. He never once broke the connection to my breast. He kept suckling and lightly biting me.
“More, Philip,” I couldn’t help begging.
He walked us down the hall to my bedroom. We collapsed on the bed with Philip making sure to keep the brunt of his weight off me. Our hands roamed each other’s body before Philip sat up. He shucked his pants, tossing them off to the side. He crawled on his hands and knees across the bed toward me, his long hair down around his face. I watched as he unbuttoned my pants.
“Lift up,” he commanded, his voice deepened with arousal.
I picked up my hips, and he slid my pants down, taking my underwear with it. He scooted down the bed as he pulled each pant leg until finally, I was as naked as he was. My pants joined his on the floor. Philip leaned down and began nibbling on my toes, causing me to jerk and giggle. It tickled. He kissed his way up my leg and then down the other.
When he traversed the same path, this time he kept going. He pulled my legs apart as he got closer and closer to my core.
“Wha—what are you doing?” I stuttered. His breath was hot against my clit.
“I’m getting ready to kiss and lick your pretty pussy.”
My whole body heated at his explanation. He was going to kiss me? Down there? He must have sensed my hesitation.
“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, but I want to do this for you, Casey. I want to pleasure you in every way.”
Philip remained still, not pushing me, but rather letting me decide if this was what I wanted. I gave a short nod. He waited another moment, making sure I didn’t want to change my mind. When I said nothing further, he lowered his head and placed a light kiss right on my clit. It tingled and my clit swelled as though reaching out for more.
Then there was wetness as he flicked his tongue across the hooded flesh. A shudder of arousal raced through me, and I squirmed. Philip spread my lower lips with his fingers, and he swiped his tongue up my slit before taking my clit between his teeth. Sweet mother of god, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“You like?”
My head jerked in the affirmative. “I like very much.”
That was all Philip needed to hear before he dove back in, lapping and licking up all my juices. He opened me wider and plunged his tongue deep inside, mimicking the movement his cock would soon be making. I writhed and moaned under his oral assault, and just when I felt my orgasm rise, he pulled away from me, his mouth glistening with my wetness.
“I want to be inside you when you come.”
Philip reached over and dug through the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. Luckily, we’d already talked about birth control, because we’d wanted to be prepared for when we both decided it was time. Philip tore open the wrapper and quickly donned the rubber. He rubbed his cock up and down my slit, wetting it. With each upward pass, he dragged it across my clit, causing the most delicious friction.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, please. I want to feel you inside me, Philip,” I begged, thrusting my hips up to meet his. It caused a most exquisite sensation.
“Look at me, Casey. I want you to keep your eyes on me,” Philip growled, the command clear.
My eyes shot to his as he fisted his cock and placed it against my opening. Ever so slowly, he entered, letting me adjust to his size. Inch by glorious inch, he pressed onward, and there was the slightest burning as he stretched me wide.
“I feel so full, Philip. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. No, don’t stop,” I directed, my hands clutching his forearms tightly, nails digging into this skin, when he paused at my words. “Keep going. I want it all.”
S
weat poured off his face with the restraint he maintained. He pulled out a little and then pushed in, going a little farther this time. He repeated the motion again and again, using my own body’s lubrication to help ease the way. I was panting and sweating as, with one final forward motion, Philip was fully seated inside me. Our eyes remained locked in an intimate stare as we were finally one.
“I love you, Casey,” Philip said, his voice rough and ragged. His hips jerked, and we both moaned as my inner muscles clenched down, trying to keep him inside.
“I love you so much.” Never before had I felt such joy. Every heartbreak in my life had led me to this exact moment. I’d had to go through hell to arrive in heaven. I’d been broken, but Philip and his love had helped heal me. “Make love to me, Philip.”
“I thought I was,” he joked.
“How about this then…fuck me.” My body moved of its own volition at my dirty word as I arched my pelvis upward, causing him to slide even deeper. It was as though I’d unleashed something inside both of us, because Philip let out an animalistic growl, pulled back, and thrust deep. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my nails lightly raked down his back. I met him stroke for stroke and kiss for kiss as the thread inside me tightened. He caged my head between his arms, and we never broke eye contact, even as the tension inside me grew.
“Come for me, Casey,” Philip commanded as he changed positions, and with every thrust, his pelvis rubbed my clit. With his new angle, he hit that special spot inside, and with the increased friction on my nub, it was more than I could take. My whole body tightened, and I screamed my release. Philip continued to thrust, and almost immediately, he roared out his climax as his back arched, and the tendons in his neck tightened. Heat spread through me, and tiny spasms continued to flutter in my center.
Philip pulled out, disposed of the condom, and then climbed back into the bed, pulling me against his chest. I nuzzled my cheek against the small amount of hair he had. Our sweat-slicked skin glided against each other, and I shivered. Philip cursed before shifting and pulling the covers over us. I cuddled in closer to him to absorb his body heat. My whole body was relaxed and sated.