Fuck yes.
Breaking our feverish kiss, I whisper against his lips, breathless, “Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to give me one mind-blowing orgasm—just one.”
I feel Casey’s lips stretch into a smile against mine, the words inspired by one of our favorite action movies landing with the intended effect.
He feels like home.
The thought hits me with the force of his kiss—a dangerous, undeniable truth.
And there’s no going back from this. Not really.
I pull him closer, trying to lose myself in the feeling instead of the fear.
“We can do better than just one, Kallie.”
He doesn’t let me say anything else before he pushes me against the wall, trailing kisses down my neck, my breasts, lavishing both with equal attention, before sinking lower and lower still, covering my entire front with a trail of burning kisses, bites and licks.
His hands follow, grasping my right thigh to raise it over his shoulder and exposing my already wet and raw pussy for his viewing pleasure.
My clit already feels swollen, my core already primed and ready to go, and I know under Casey’s skilled hands it won’t take me long to reach that peak.
Thank fuck.
Best idea ever.
Casey’s hot tongue traces a path from my backside all the way to the front, coming to rest around my bundle of nerves and sucking, hard, making my back arch and my gasp turn into a never ending moan.
I grab at his messy hair, now completely wet, to steady myself, my fingers sinking into the thick locks as he pushes one finger into my opening, then a second, and finds a rhythm that brings me to the edge in record time. Far quicker than I could get myself there.
Note to self: my roommate is incredibly good with his hands.
Casey matches the rhythm of his fingers with circles of his tongue, that inferno pooling low in my belly now building pressure and making me clench… everything.
God.
I’d expected him to be this good—hell, I’d thought about it more times than I care to admit—and still, the reality of it takes me by surprise.
Everything builds to a high point, hovering on the edge as my moans and pants come faster, my head thrown back against the tile, my eyes squeezed shut.
I pull at his hair involuntarily, making Casey moan against my pussy and adding just enough vibration to make my entire world explode.
“Casey! Fuck!” I gasp out his name, the second word morphing into a long drawn out groan that has me thrusting my hips against his face, and he lets me.
Casey just holds me, letting me ride out the wave without breaking contact, his presence a steady anchor in the storm.
Even when I’m fucking his face and fingers it seems.
Shit.
As if he can read my thoughts he curls his two digits in just the right way, making my orgasm crest into another one, not as explosive, but just as satisfying.
He continues to suck and lick at my skin until I come down, my breathing coming in heavy pants.
I open my eyes to look down at him, and the awe I feel is reflected right back at me, in hazel eyes that look so much greener post-orgasm and filled with lust.
He gets up then, setting my leg down gently, slowly and I realize that it feels like jelly.
“You have no idea just how sexy you are, roommate. Even without trying.”
