“Because you give me the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life?” she quipped dryly, and the glint in his eyes in the darkness made her clench her thighs together.
“Is that all?” he asked, dragging his thumb over her jaw, down and under her chin until he could grip the point of her chin between his thumb and index finger.
“Yes,” she whispered, her breathing ragged in the quiet.
Kasey was silent for a long time, their eyes searching the others, his fingers tight on her chin. He looked like he wanted to say something more, his gaze intense with something she didn’t want to name.
Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, he nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to her mouth, and he murmured, “It’s not stupid or petty, by the way. What he did was wrong, even if his intentions came from the right place, and he got what was coming to him because of it.” His thumb swept over her lower lip, making her tremble, and then he whispered, “Now, I want to go inside, and I want to hear my name come off these lips while I’m between those pretty thighs, darlin’.”
Good lord. How was she supposed to say no to that?
THIRTY-TWO
Raising her arms to remove the claw clip from her hair, Shaun paused and watched in the mirror as Kasey stepped out of the shower behind her, gloriously naked, steam billowing out around him. He grabbed the towel on the hook next to the shower and with both hands, ran it first over his face, his head, then down his chest, each arm, his legs… between them.
Her arms were suspended over her head as she stared unabashedly at the beauty that was naked Kasey. His legs were long, and his thighs bunched with lean muscle as he moved, the tendons in his arms and shoulders working as he ran the towel over his wet skin. Catching her gaze in the mirror, he grinned, then winked.
Turning, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, Shaun dropped her arms and set the hair clip on the sink. Still staring, he started to grow hard at her attention. Kasey tossed the towel away, then his hand dropped to his cock, palming it before running his hand from tip to root and back again.
“Don’t be shy, darlin’.”
She shook her head, her gaze raising to meet his eyes, lids heavy with arousal as he continued to stroke himself. Her breaths were coming in short, rapid puffs.Dammit why did he always have such an effect on her?It had been a week of nonstop sexathon, more orgasms than she could count… and still the sight of him made her knees weak.
He took two steps toward her, bringing them within arm’s reach. “Do you want to touch me, Shaun?”
She nodded, dropping her eyes back to where his hand fisted himself, stroking slowly, over and over again. She wanted to touch… but not with her hands.
“I’m all yours, darlin’,” he murmured low, his voice gravelly.
Sinking to her knees, she watched as his eyes widened in surprise when she moved his hand away, taking him in her own. She ran her hand along his hard length several times, enjoying the way his mouth dropped open and his eyes fluttered closed, and then she leaned forward and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue over the rounded head. He groaned above her, his fingers sliding up through her hair on either side of her head, pulling it away from her face and gathering it into his fists. She took him to the back of her throat and the noise that came out of him was part sigh, part garbled moan, his hips thrusting forward just slightly.
“Fuck,” he breathed raggedly as she sucked him down, bobbing her head even as his fingers tightened in her hair. “That fucking mouth, Shaun. Oh, god, yes. Take all of me.”
Her other hand slid up his thigh, reveling in the way the muscles beneath her fingertips bunched and tensed as he fought to control the urge to thrust harder, faster. He let go of her hair with one hand, and his fingers strummed along the underside of her jaw as she moved, his touch feather light.
Swirling her tongue around the crown, she heard his sharp intake of breath just before his fingers slid back into her hair, his hands bracketing her head and holding tight as he began to piston his hips.
She took everything he gave. Glancing up his body, she reveled in the way his chest heaved with panting breaths, his throat arched, head thrown back in ecstasy.
His fingers were tight on her head as he fucked her mouth with abandon, his hips thrusting on their own as he held her still. She was so wet, achingly turned on as he lost control. Clenching her legs tight, she moaned around his length buried in her mouth and he hissed from above her. She felt his hips begin to stutter, his balls drawing up tight in her hand and he groaned raggedly, “Shaun, I’m going to–”
Taking him as deep as she could, she hummed around his length in approval and he shouted incoherently as he fisted her hair tight enough to sting, pulling her off of him just as he came, his cock jumping as rope after rope of cum painted her chest and throat.
Her knees ached from kneeling on the hard floor, but she remained where she was as he shuddered before her, and his fingers loosened in her hair to stroke it tenderly. She breathed raggedly, eyes on his face. He opened his eyes, far bluer than gray at the moment, and then he was bending at the waist as his hands cupped her jaw. His mouth landed on hers in a heated, scorching kiss, his tongue spearing into her mouth much like his cock had just done, and they kissed until they were both breathless.
“You are fucking perfect,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice shaky. Kissing each corner of her mouth, then fully on the lips again, his thumbs stroked her cheeks. “I’m going to have dreams about that mouth, darlin’.”
One of his hands dropped, running his finger through the mess he’d made of her chest, where it had trailed down between her breasts in the thin strapped tank top she wore. Picking up the discarded towel, he cleaned the mess he’d made, then dropped his mouth to the meaty part of her neck where it met with her shoulder, taking a love bite that made her gasp.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he chuckled wickedly, then straightened. Offering her his hand, she stood on wobbly legs. Reaching between her thighs, he strummed his fingers along the edge of her panties before moving them aside to slide two fingers in deep. Shaun moaned, tipping her head back when he found that secret spot only he seemed to know how to find. His answering groan rumbled against her chest where she’d pressed herself. His other arm banded around her waist, holding her to him. “You’re so fucking wet, darlin’. Did you like that?”
She nodded mutely, her mouth falling open as he manipulated that spot deep inside. She was already so close; watching him come undone at her hands–and mouth–had been like her own personal aphrodisiac.
“I’d like to repay the favor, but I think if I just…” he whispered huskily against her temple, at the same time crooking his fingers inside over and over again, and she let out a sharp cry. Her legs shook violently, and she clutched at him, the arm wrapped around her waist the only thing keeping her on her feet. “There it is… That’s my girl. That’s it, Shaun. Come on my fingers, darlin’. Let me feel you come.”
She shattered, exploding around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her. It was as if his touch was some form of magic. She’d never experienced anything like how Kasey made her feel. It was intoxicating, how hard he could make her fall apart.
Or how hard he could make her fall… for him.No. There’s no way I’m falling for Kasey… It’s just the orgasms, Shaun. Pull yourself together.
