So Into You Page 6

  "I can't hold back, I can't…" He whispered the words, his breath hot on her face.

  "Don't stop. Come inside me Phil." Casey touched his cheek with her free hand, staring into his eyes.

  Phil's eyes closed for a moment and he groaned. Then he opened them obediently, and she could feel him throb within her pussy. Again and again the spasms flexed inside, the hot flood of his cum almost burning as he surrendered to a powerful release.

  Finally he shivered a little and collapsed on top of her, making her laugh and struggle to catch her breath. "Help, I'm being squished."

  He pushed himself up and rolled away from her, taking care of the essential chores as he did so. He rolled back next to Casey. "I'm going to have to buy stock in the condom company if we keep this up."

  She turned and snuggled back against Phil's warm body, grabbed his arm and tucking it around her. "Whatever. Just hold me, Phil."

  She felt him tuck his head into the pillow behind her. Her hair spread around her in a mussed cloud but she was too tired to do a damn thing about it.

  "This is nice." He murmured quietly just above her ear. "I can breathe you in."

  Her body was warm and his arms around her gave her a sense of being protected. She felt oddly safe in so many different ways, almost cherished. All of which caught her by surprise.

  She moved. "Um, Phil? I need to get some sleep. So you need to quit poking me with that." She smiled, wiggling her ass against the growing hardness of his cock against her soft skin. It was a real joy knowing she could get him aroused all over again. Then she closed her eyes and her smile slowly faded. They stayed tangled together as she drifted into sleep.

  *~*~*~*

  It had to be after three in the morning. She'd awoken with a real need for the bathroom and Phil's snoring had kept her awake for a little while afterward. Instead of lying there, Casey decided to get up for a bit, hoping that moving around would settle her enough to go back to sleep. She grabbed a T-shirt from Phil's folded laundry basket and wandered out into his living room while slipping it on over her panties.

  It was a nice apartment, comfortable, surprisingly clean, and with a definite guy feel to it.

  She'd ignored her phone, even though it had been chirping all evening with incoming messages and texts. She was mostly used to it, since her job was now global and the other side of the planet didn't always understand time differences. But now seemed like a good time to check her emails, since she was wide awake.

  She sat at Phil's small desk and stared contemplatively at his laptop, then reached out and opened it, the sudden light of his superhero wallpaper making her blink. She pulled one leg up against her chest, her usual way of stretching and relaxing. Absently, one hand held her ankle while the other tapped at the keyboard and slid over the track pad. Thankfully her mail was all mundane stuff. Nothing that wouldn't wait for a day.

  As she quietly closed the browser and shut down the lid of the machine, a fairly large pad of pure white paper caught her eye, sitting aslant of some folders on the shelf above the laptop. Her name was written in bold letters across the front and they leaped out at her in the half darkness left by the still glowing display screen.

  She was curious, of course. Yet would it be an invasion of his privacy if she took a look? True, they'd just had incredible sex.

  She thought about having him go down on her, telling him what positions got her off and controlling how hard he fucked her from behind. The dirty talking and the more aggressive nature of the sex were different for her but it made her feel so incredibly hot.

  Yes they had one hell of a sexual relationship going, and for once any thoughts of Dominic hadn't even crossed her mind, let alone gotten in the way of her orgasms.

  Which was all well and good but didn't really entitle her to go poking into Phil's private papers.

  Accepting that thought, she shrugged and reached out to the pad, putting it on the desk in front of her and tilting up the laptop lid for some light. Yeah, she was a confirmed sinner. But there was a strong possibility that Phil would forgive her. She hoped.

  With fingers crossed, she turned the first page.

  And caught her breath at what she saw.

  Chapter Seven

  Phil staggered into the dimly lit room, his feet barely lifting from the floor as his sleep-numbed body still felt like it was on autopilot. He rubbed his eyes and blinked as he saw Casey seated at his desk. With his sketchbook open in front of her.

  "What are you doing?"

  She jumped and looked at him, her face a mixture of emotions. "I…I…"

  Phil walked over to the desk and saw the gleam of tears on her cheeks. "What's wrong?"

  Casey wiped her eyes. "I had no idea, Phil."

  He looked at the drawing on the page. "I know I told you this was a hobby of mine." His gazed moved to her face. "You weren't supposed to see that, though."

  "Where did these come from? Why…how…" Her breath hitched in her lungs as she stared at him.

  "I draw what I see. And sometimes how I feel. Everyone has something that inspires them. Other than the obvious sexual attraction, which is insanely intense, I see you as a woman. Beautiful, afraid, warm, and in a way… you make me feel alive Casey, make me dream…"

  His throat closed up as everything around him faded into the background. All the waiting had paid off. He didn't need a charcoal pencil to draw this, to draw her. She was here, warm, in the flesh. And she was his.

  He leaned over and kissed her, gently. Almost reverently. "Casey." Trying to look beyond the surface and down to her soul. "Let me take you again. Please."

  He knelt down and put his hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart. She struggled to move, her lips wet as she licked them. Leaning into her body, Phil kissed her. But this kiss grew into a fierce dance of tongues as he sucked and pulled at her slick heat with his teeth.

  "That's what I'm going to do to your pussy." He slowly backed away, nipping and tugging at her bottom lip. He ran his hand through his hair, pulling it back out of the way and grinning wickedly at her. "I'm going to love this."

  Heat radiated from her as he knelt down. He could almost hear her thoughts as she fidgeted in front of him, opening herself, flushing, her scent strong, her skin damp with perspiration. Loud breaths rasped harshly as she panted and watched his every move.

  He glanced around and saw what he was looking for. The scissors on his desk shone briefly in the dim light and he reached for them, then lowered them between Casey's open legs. It was his turn to lick his lips in anticipation.

  He knew that right this minute the tables were being turned between them. He was now in command, rather than letting her be in control. He jerked at her shirt, recognizing it as one of his. But for what he planned, it didn't matter. It was loose on her slim frame, but as he pulled on the hem it tightened around her. He could see her erect nipples sharp against the clinging fabric. She was completely at his mercy.

  He had bared her to her navel and their gazes met as one of her hands drifted down between her legs and inside her panties. He took a few moments to absorb the picture she made, spread wide, leaning back in his office chair, her fingers toying with her clit. He could see the liquid sparkle that told him she was soaked from excitement, and her throaty little whimpers added that she was in dire need of fucking. He was ready to shake her world and peel any remaining inhibitions away from her like the skin of an orange.

  He pulled her hand away and licked the moisture from her fingers with a groan of pleasure. "Mmm."

  She gasped and sighed. "Phil…"

  "Sssh. I'm gonna enjoy that taste myself…in a minute." He paused, "But you are my work of art, my inspiration."

  Casey's body shuddered as he started cutting through fabric and she anchored herself with a fierce grip on the arms of the chair. The sound of the sharp blades rubbing together sent a shimmer of adrenaline dancing along her nerve endings and the mixture of fear and excitement became a powerful cocktail of sexual frenzy. Her fingers
dug deeper as he began to cut around the curves of her breasts. She arched up, the scissor blade brushing against her nipple.

  Her brain lit up with strange fireworks. This was, by far, the most intense pleasure she had felt in a long time. He hadn't even touched her pussy and she felt herself within a hairsbreadth of coming. She fought against the urge to scream as he sliced through the other side of the garment. Her nipples were so sensitive that she was convinced the slightest touch would send her over the edge.

  Her thought processes shut down when his hot mouth closed over her tightly budded peak. He had read her thoughts and she was done—her goose was thoroughly cooked. He switched to the other side and she melted into a sea of pleasure.

  She didn't care what he did. Everything was magic and she was captured within his spell. The wave of her orgasm swelled as the sharp scissor tips glided over her panties. With a couple of quick snips, her pussy was free of any confinement.

  She heard the scissors hit the floor and felt Phil pushing her legs wider apart. Her blood boiled, her mind went completely blank and her body was so ready that his next touch would send her over the cliff.

  She was falling before she knew it, a screaming plummet into the whirlpool of physical sensations. The rhythm of her release took hold, pounding her with throbbing pleasure, rocking her off her foundations and tossing her around like a cork on the ocean.

  Casey closed her eyes and felt them roll back as his mouth pushed the delights higher and then swallowed her up as the wake of her climax shuddered again.

  Before she could catch her breath Phil had his face buried between her legs and was sucking on the swollen folds of flesh. Her clit was sensitive to the point of pain but she didn't care, being completely enveloped in the bliss of the sex.

  He pulled his head up to look at her and saliva glistened as it trickled down along his chin and neck. Casey was almost sobbing with need and put her hand on the back of his head to pull at his hair. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn't bear for it to stop. Another climax trembled on the heels of the first. Whatever he wanted she'd give him. She'd beg if she had to, as long as he released her lustful passions.

  Phil's appetite was insatiable as he licked and sucked between her thighs. Her pussy lips were wet and she knew they were engorged from excitement. His growling and playful tugging with his lips made her weaker.

  She wanted his cock. Needed it inside her. The last scene of this erotic night would be feeling him erupt inside, spewing hot lava from his loins and coating her hidden places, finally freeing her from this torturous desire.

  He pulled back and took in a deep breath. This was her chance and she took it, gathering her strength, slipping forward and falling to her knees in front of him. She looked up his body and tore at his sweatpants.

  His cock sprang forward as she freed it, and she took all of him into her mouth without hesitation.

  He groaned and put his hand on the desk to steady himself as she started sucking him, deeply, in and out of her mouth and throat. She was returning the favor he had shared with her by demonstrating the one fetish she'd downplayed—her appetite for pleasing her lover like this.

  Her hand reached beneath his cock and massaged his balls as saliva dripped from her lips. She let his hardness slip free of her mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip, all the while looking up at his face.

  He rested his other hand on the back of her head, urging her to continue.

  She kissed the length of the glistening shaft and let her tongue run a line along the underside.

  "You want me to finish you off here?" She panted her words and reached down between her legs, "Or would you rather fuck me?"

  Phil smiled down at her stroking his cock in her hand. "What would you like?"

  Without hesitation she stood up, running wet kisses from his navel to his chin. "Oh man, I want you to fuck me. Just fuck me, Phil." Her tongue darted into his mouth and she reached back down grabbing his wet cock.

  Phil reached up and grabbed her ass in his hands, lifting her. He didn't hesitate, but set her on the desk and kissed her again, tasting himself on her lips. "Do it, Casey. Put me inside you while I'm still wet from your mouth."

  Leaning back he watched as she took the head of his cock and rubbed it along her slit, letting it spread the lips apart. He moved forward wanting to slide into her.

  "No, not yet…" She groaned and rubbed herself with him again, the slick caress of her sex almost too much for him to bear. "Damn, you've made my pussy so slippery and hot." She let the head slip in just a bit and gasped. "Christ, that feels like heaven."

  Losing the battle for control, he cursed. "Oh, fuck this." He pulled her close, sliding into her pussy and groaning into her mouth as their bodies met.

  Carefully and evenly, Phil moved, backward and forward, a steady penetration that soon had them both panting and sweating.

  The slow thrusts turned more vigorous. When the desk began to creak, Phil grabbed Casey's ass and picked her up. Buried deep in her pussy, he carried her to the bedroom, refusing to pull out of that sinful heaven between her thighs. They tumbled together onto the bed and the flames erupted once more.

  Pounding into her, Phil echoed her movements as they both clawed and pulled on each other, trying to be as close and deep into each other as possible. Pushing him off, Casey rolled him over onto his back. She quickly climbed on top, letting her pussy melt against his groin in a slippery mix of their sex.

  She rose above him and then rode him like a bull in the rodeo, leaning back, stretching her pussy as she fucked him.

  His hands clamped her ass and forced her up and down, creating a rhythm older than time. His groans mingled with the sound of Casey's urgent murmurs.

  "Come on, baby, fuck my pussy, come for me. I want to feel you come. Fuck me, Phil, fuck me….God, please…" Her voice trailed off as his body tensed and he lifted them both off the bed with his pelvis.

  He erupted inside her with a groan so deep his toes curled and his legs shook with the power of it all. Again and again the seed erupted, pouring fiercely into her, drowning her, marking her as his.

  As if it had been a long—awaited signal, his orgasm stimulated hers and he nearly cried out as her inner muscles milked the last of his cum from his exhausted cock.

  Finally they got their breath back and Casey leaned forward, putting her hands on Phil's sweaty chest. She smiled, a contented and tired curve to her lips. He smiled back, knowing he probably looked as storm-tossed as she did.

  "That was incredible. Wow." She chuckled. "Of course there is one drawback." Slowly she peeled herself away from him and slumped across his chest. "We just made one helluva mess. You're sleeping in it, not me."

  "I'll take care of it." Reluctantly he let her go and went into the bathroom, returning with a handful of small towels. With tender care he helped Casey tidy herself. "There. No wet spot."

  "Um…and no protection." She didn't sound hysterical, but he knew they'd both let the moment override their caution.

  "I'm sorry. That was stupid of me. I can reassure you my last physical three months ago rated me right up there on the clean whistle scale, but is that enough?"

  She sighed. "Since I'm in the same boat and haven't been with anyone in longer than I can remember, yes. It will do. And don't apologize because it was half my fault." She paused as he settled himself next to her. "And I'm on the pill. Which eliminates that worry."

  He was quiet for a moment. "You know, that was a first for me. I've never made love to a woman without protection before. It felt—fucking insanely perfect, Casey. Being with you like that. Totally and completely naked. Does that make sense?"

  She turned her head toward him. "Yes. Yes it does. For what it's worth, it felt wonderful to me as well." She grinned, her teeth glinting in the dim light. "I believe you may well have spoiled me for other men."

  He chuckled back and managed to refrain from saying something really idiotic like "of course." Or "Could you Tweet that please?"

/>   She took a breath and snuggled herself against his chest. "Can I ask you something?"

  "Anything."

  "Why didn't you ever let me know what you were thinking about me? You flirted a little and let me take advantage of you. But you never tried to tell me how you felt."

  "You were out of my league, Casey. I just couldn't see me on your level. You were waaaay too good for me. I did ask around, but Joan told me you didn't date at all, as far as she knew. Nobody seemed to know anything. You were—unattainable. So I just hoped that one day you'd see me as a great guy. And cave." He laughed.

  "Well, your patience paid off. That and getting me that kick-ass coffee in the morning." She smiled, her lips a soft curve against his skin.

  Phil chose his next words carefully. "Since we're asking questions, it's my turn. Have you ever really been in love?"

  It was Casey's turn to pause for long moments. "Yes. Dominic was my soul mate. I had never been so swept up by someone or even imagined I could. We lived together after I graduated from college. I'm past using him as a benchmark, but it was…we were…."

  Her voice thickened as her words trailed off, leaving a dangling question mark in his mind. He hugged her briefly. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything."

  "No, really, I need to. It looks like we're starting something here, Phil. A relationship that may go places. I don't know, and it's probably too early, but I want to be honest. I think we both deserve that." She sighed.

  Phil nodded. "I appreciate that. I really do. And I'll honor that promise myself. So tell me, if you want, what happened between you two that broke you up?"

  "He was an outdoors guy, Phil. I think you would have liked him. I enjoyed some of the hiking, but he was serious about it. Really into climbing and stuff—way past my level of comfort. Anyway, a few friends invited him to climb somewhere outside of Denver. A spring climb in the Rockies."

  He felt the shiver that ripped through her, and held her close. "Go on."

  "There was a sudden storm. Apparently they pop up out of nowhere every now and again. I guess there was some kind of fall, because two of them never returned. Dominic was one. Lost on the mountain and never recovered."