She slides two fingers inside me, and I groan, long and hard. I press my body down into her hand, greedily searching out even more of her. Proving her god damn point.
“I always knew you would like this.” She sits up on her elbow and stares me down. She pulls her fingers out and pushes them inside again, her movements achingly slow. “You have always wanted to let go and let someone else take control of your body.” This time when she pulls out, she holds her fingers up so I can see they’re drenched with my arousal. She holds my gaze as she takes her fingers in her mouth and sucks them dry.
My jaw drops. I’m mesmerized by the sight of her. My clit throbs in response, and I have to press my hands to the aching bundle of nerves because I’m so turned on it hurts.
She sits up on her knees as her other hand slaps me away and replaces the touch on my clit. I groan almost painfully as her fingers trace languid circles. My thighs are a quivering mess.
Despite still sucking on her fingers, I haveno trouble making out her smirk. She slowly drags her fingers out, pulling her lip down, and the sight nearly tips me over the edge.
“Dakota, I’m going to show you how it feels to be fucked the way you deserve. To have your body worshiped as I make you come over and over again.”
And I’m speechless. My brain short-circuits. And then I lunge forward as she rushes down to kiss me. We mash our mouths together. She thrusts inside me, and I gasp against her teeth. She grabs me by the hair at the base of my neck. I dig my nails into the skin of her back. She pumps inside me. My pussy clenching around her as I wrap my legs around her hips.
It’s all I can do to hold onto her as she picks up the pace. I can’t move my hips. I can barely catch my breath between moans. All I can do is lie there and take it as she finger fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. It’s not long before my abdomen tightens as a second orgasm rips through me while I scream her name.
Casey promised me one night. One night where she would make me come over and over again. One night where she’d make me feel so good, I’d forget anyone else exists besides me and her.
And my best friend fucking delivers on her promises.
Chapter Five
The bed dips. Casey gently brushes hair off my face. “Wake up, sleepyhead. I brought breakfast.”
“What time is it?” I ask groggily.
“Almost eleven.”
I jolt up, checking the clock Casey keeps on her nightstand. “Holy shit. Sorry I slept in so late.”
Casey smirks. “It’s okay. You were up late.”
Her gaze lowers at the same second I realize I’m still naked. Warmth creeps up my cheeks, and I rush to pull the comforter up to cover my chest.
“Little late for that,” she says.
“Shut up!” I drop back on the mattress with an embarrassed chuckle. She does have a point though. There’s no point in being shy over her seeing my breasts, considering she had them in her mouth only a couple hours ago.
I sigh. “Is this weird?”
“No,” she answers easily, voice full of assurance that I need to hear. “You literally had me choose which lingerie you should surprise Nina with for Valentine’s Day,including that sheer mesh set. So even with last night excluded, an accidental nip slip is no big deal.”
I snort, then facepalm. I completely forgot about that, but she’s right. “Okay, yeah.” I nod, believing the words more and more by the second. “Thank you, Casey. For everything.”
She shakes her head and flips open the white box of donuts. “I told you. You don’t have to thank me.”
She’s been insisting it’s no big deal, but I can’t help it. Last night was, simply put, the greatest night of my life. We spent hours cuddling and talking in between rounds. I’m not sure what time I finally nodded off. The last time I checked it was almost four am, but, damn, I don’t regret a second of it. I’m pretty sure Casey gave me more orgasms in one night than Nina gave me in a month.
While one great night doesn’t make me magically over Nina, last night does have me questioning what it is I want when it comes to sex. Casey helped me understand more about myself and opened some doors I didn’t know existed. My mind is blown, and I haven’t begun to process it all.
“So,” I start. “What now?”
“I don’t know.” Casey reaches for a vanilla-sprinkled donut. “After we eat, do you want to take the boat out again?”
“No. I mean, sure. I don’t—I mean, like—” I wave my hand awkwardly between us. “Like, what dowedo now?”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Like, um.” My forehead furrows in thought when it hits me. “Okay, so, what would we do if I was Lily?” A spike of jealousy rises in my chest at my own words, and I shove it away.
