For a moment, I panic. Is something wrong? Does he not like what he sees?
But then he speaks, "You have a gorgeous pussy, Morgan."
Before I can process that, before I can even begin to formulate a response, he dives in. His tongue slides through my folds, and my entire body jolts like I've been electrocuted.
"Oh fuck," I gasp, my head falling back.
I've touched myself before. I've gotten myself off more times than I can count. But this… This is something entirely different.
His tongue is warm and wet and skilled, moving in ways I didn't even know were possible. He licks up my slit slowly, thoroughly, like he's savoring every second of it. When he reaches my clit, he circles it with the tip of his tongue, and I nearly come apart right there.
"Casey," I moan, my hands flying to his hair.
I don't know if I'm trying to pull him closer or push him away, the pleasure is almost too much, too intense. He doesn't stop. He keeps licking, keeps exploring, like he's trying to memorize every part of me.
Then he does something with his tongue… A flick, a swirl, I don't even know, and I cry out, my thighs clamping around his head. He groans against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through my body, and uses his hands to gently push my thighs apart again.
"Keep them open for me," he murmurs, and the words go straight to my core.
I try. God, I try. But every time his tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot, my legs want to close, want to trap him there forever.
He's eating me out like a man starved, like this is the best thing he's ever tasted. His tongue moves from my clit down to my entrance, and then he's pushing inside, fucking me with his tongue, and I'm making sounds I didn't know I was capable of.
"So sweet," he mutters against me. "Fuck, Morgan, you taste so good."
I'm already close. Embarrassingly close. I can feel the orgasm building low in my belly, spreading outward like wildfire.
"Casey, I'm… Oh God, I'm going to—"
"Come for me," he says, and then he seals his lips around my clit and sucks.
My back arches off the desk, my hands fisting in his hair, and I'm crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me. Casey doesn't stop. He keeps licking, keeps sucking, drawing out my orgasm until I'm shaking and oversensitive and begging him to stop.
Finally, he pulls back, his face glistening with my juices, and the sight of it is almost enough to make me come again.
"Holy shit," I pant, my chest heaving.
He grins, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Good?"
"Good? Casey, that was incredible! I've never—" I can't even form a complete sentence.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and I can see the massive bulge in his jeans, straining against the fabric.
"I'm glad," he says, his voice low and rough. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you."
I look at him, at this beautiful man who just gave me the most intense orgasm of my life, and I realize something.
I want more. I want everything.
"Then don't stop," I whisper.
His eyes darken, and he reaches for his belt.
"I don't plan to."
Chapter 8 - Casey
I'm about to fuck Morgan.
