We both look to see Casey smirking, standing there at the end of the hallway and leaning against the wall. “Verynice, gentlemen. Very nice indeed.” She pushes off the wall and strolls over. “I hope you saved some energy forme, boy.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I don’t know why I’m blushing. On a scale of one-to-ten of the kinkiest shit Casey and I have done together, this doesn’t even blip a two.
I start to move, but she stops me withthatsound. The same one George used on me earlier when I started to take off my jacket.
“I like the clothes,” she says as she rounds the couch and kicks off her shoes. “Points for style, George.” She turns her back to me. “Zipper, boy.”
I reach up and unfasten it for her, and she sheds her dress, revealing her lacy black bra and panties.
She looks thoughtful as she contemplates our situation, her hand automatically going to her necklace and playing with it. It strikes me now that it looks familiar for some reason, but I can’t place it. Not just because she’s been wearing it, but like it’s…likesomething else.
“I told him he could take the cage off,” George says, my attention snapping back onto him. “He did what I told him to. He was a good boy.”
“Youtold him he could,” she says. “That can wait untilI’mdone.” My cock gives another twitch.
“He can’t do much while sitting there on my cock,” George says, but I hear the amusement in his tone.
“Oh, can’t he?” She smiles at me and shucks her panties. Then she climbs up on the couch. “Keep your hands to yourself, George.” She perches on his left, on the back of the couch.
“That’ll be difficult with you practically sitting on my shoulder, Case.”
“Well, you can keep me from falling off the couch. How’s that?” Then she smiles at me and crooks her finger. “I think you can reach me from there, can’t you, boy?”
I need no other prompting. I lean in and go to town, because this is, honestly, one of my favorite things in the world to do.
Pleasing her.
George watches. I can tell from the look on his face he wishes he was invited to help out. But he ends up with his fingers laced together on top of his head, elbows stuck out, which basically lets Casey lean against him.
And not fall off the couch.
The few glimpses I catch of him while I do that show me he’s amused, curious, a little half-smile on his face as he watches me do what I do best.
By the time she taps out, I know I’ve gotten at least three good ones out of her, and she looks happy and sated. She slides down onto the seat of the couch and kisses me.
I watch George as we do this and now I’m not sure if that’s jealousy or desire, or both, darkening his gaze.
I’d vote for both, if I was a betting man.
George finally puts his hands, down, his left draped along the back of the couch and his right hooking around me and pulling me against him again. “Can I convince you to stay with us tonight?” he ventures.
I wonder if she can hear the uncertainty in his tone.
Or if she cares.
She sighs and sits up. “Not tonight. The boy is once again all yours. I’m going home and sleeping late tomorrow. Have fun.” She leans in for one more kiss from me, kisses him on the cheek, and untangles herself from our dogpile. She pulls on her panties, but not the dress.
When she walks back to where I first spotted her, I realize she’s got a duffle bag with her. I hadn’t noticed it sitting on the floor. From that she produces sweatpants and a T-shirt, and dumps her shoes and dress into the bag.
We both watch as she waggles her fingers at us in a wave and heads out of sight down the hall. Then the sound of the alarm activating, followed by the door closing and being locked.
He looks at me. “I never heard her.”
“I didn’t, either.”
“I guess I should warn Aussie not to come home without calling first.”
I snort. “Well, not unless you want her walking in on us like this.”
