“We’re here,” I say softly, and I don’t want to let her go.
“Promise me,” she says in a whisper and I want to say that I’ll promise her whatever she wants. “Promise me that we can finish this upstairs.”
Her eyes looking at me, and I look at her lips swollen from my kisses and the little red marks around her mouth from my scruff. “How much did you have to drink?”
“Enough to give me the courage to ask you to finish upstairs,” she says and then looks down. “Not enough to not remember every single moment.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, holding my breath waiting for her to answer. Hoping like fuck she hasn’t changed her mind.
“I haven’t been sure about a lot of things in my life,” she says, and her hands come to play with my tie. “But this?” She looks up at me. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
“Thank fuck,” I say, and in one move, I’m out the door and she’s on her feet. Her hand remains tucked in mine as I walk as fast as I can to the private elevator. The sound of her heels click on the marble floor, and when I look over my shoulder, I see she is almost running to keep up with me. But not only that, she’s stunning. Her smile is everything, and at the moment, I feel myself lost for her. I’m lost in her; I’m lost in everything that has to do with her and for the first time in my whole life I know what it feels like to love something so much it takes your breath away. I know what it feels like to want to protect something so much you’d give your life for it. For the first time in my whole life, my heart beats for another person, it beats along with hers.
When the elevator door closes behind her, I grab her and push her against the back of the elevator. “Casey,” she whispers my name, and my mouth crashes down on hers. Her tongue tastes like champagne and whiskey. I grab her hips and push into her so she can feel how ready I am for her.
She moans into my mouth and arches her back. “Darlin’,” I say as she lets go of my lips and moves down to my neck, biting me and then sucking in. The elevator pings, and I pick her up. Her dress hikes up so far that it’s only covering her ass as she wraps her long legs around my waist. I walk to the door, one hand around her waist, the other looking for the fucking key. I finally get it open, and I shut the door with my foot and then press her frantically against the wall. Her tongue slides into my mouth as her fingers fuss with the tie around my neck. I leave her mouth and I move my mouth down to her neck biting her exactly where I know her heart beats. I suck it right after I bite it and her head hits the wall and I look up and see her eyes are closed.
“Stay with me,” I say, and I move down to the top of her dress. I kiss her, and as I trail kisses down, I move her dress lower and lower until her nipple comes out, and I take the little pink pebble into my mouth. She moans out now as I press her deeper into the wall, my cock aligned right over her covered pussy.
“Casey,” she says as her hands now go into my hair, and she holds on to me as I move from one nipple to the other. I let go of the other nipple, and I look down at her. Her dress is pushed down and her nipples are now out and glistening with the wetness of my mouth. Her back arches, and she tries to press into my cock as she moves her hips. “Casey,” she says, and this time, her eyes flutter open and she looks at me. Her eyes are filled with lust, I peel her from the wall and walk into the living room.
“Where do you want me to devour you at?” I ask her, not giving a shit at this point. “Couch or bed?”
She looks at me. “Anywhere you want, cowboy.” Her words are a whisper, and I think about taking her to the bedroom and laying her in the middle of the bed and feasting on her, but the need to feast on her makes me stop midway, and I place her on the couch. Her dress is hiked up, barely covering her. She watches my every move, and when I get on my knees and pull her legs forward until her ass is on the edge, she falls back a bit. But she gets up on her elbows as she watches me.
“I owe you,” I say, and she just looks at me. “There is no way these panties are going to survive.” I look at the lace panties, and in one move, I rip them off her. I’m face-to-face with her pussy, and I don’t even take a minute to look at her. I can’t; my mouth waters to taste her, and taste her I do. My mouth devours her pussy in one lick. One long, wet lick until I suck in her clit. Her moans are louder than before, and I look up at her as I bite down on her clit, and her legs close around my head. Her taste is addictive, and when she tries to sit up, I slip one of my fingers in her. Her arms give out. “Fuck,” I hiss, turning to kiss her inner thigh and slip another finger into her. “I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come over and over again.” I don’t even know if she can hear me between her pants and her moans. “Over and over again.” I suck in her clit. “You're going to come.” I move my fingers just a touch faster. “On my tongue.” I slide my tongue in with my fingers, tasting her on my tongue again, and now it’s my turn to moan. “On my fingers,” I say, moving just a touch faster, and her hips move now while my tongue circles her clit, once and then twice. “And then,” I say, my voice going soft and my fingers stopping. She groans, and her eyes open again this time only halfway. “With my cock,” I say, looking into her eyes, and my thumb moves back and forth on her clit as I finger fuck her until she comes on my fingers.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Olivia
“With my cock.” He looks into my eyes, and I get lost in him. All around me, his touch pushes me to the edge. From the minute he grabbed me in the elevator to the smooth way he got my dress down. His big rugged hands are no match for my flimsy lace panties and the second he touched them they disintegrated. I watch his blue eyes when his thumb starts to move back and forth on my clit as he finger fucks me until it becomes too much, and I come on his fingers. The minute I moan his name, his mouth devours me again. Dragging the orgasm out, my legs lock his head in until my body finally finishes.
I knew it would be out of this world. I knew that it would be nothing like before because I like him. I like him a lot, and this right here just pushed him into another category I wasn’t ready for. But is anyone really ever ready for love? I sit up, and this time, it’s me who grabs his face, and I kiss him. His tongue tastes like me and whiskey, and the more I taste, the more I want to taste more. My hands fall from his face to his chest, a chest I’ve fallen asleep on, a chest that I buried my face in when I cried. A chest that shivers under my touch now. My hands go down to his belt, and I slowly undo it while he tries to talk, but my mouth never leaves his. I slip open the button, and the sound of the zipper going down is drowned out by the moan that escapes him when my palm cups him. He’s rock solid, and when my finger slips past the elastic band and touches the tip of his cock that is oozing precum, he lets go of my mouth.
“Darlin’.” He says my name, and I look at him now.
“You had your fun, cowboy,” I say, slipping down on my knees in front of him. I kiss under his chin and then kiss his neck right where I can feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. My tongue comes out and trails it to his shirt collar. “It’s time to have mine,” I say and bend to see his pants hanging off his hips, his black Calvins pushed down showing you just the tip of his cock. I lean forward and lick the tip, the saltiness hitting my tongue and making me take his head into my mouth. The need to bring him to his knees just as he did me takes over, and my hand comes out to cup his balls as I fist him. My fingers don’t touch as I jack him off at the same time I move my head up and down.