He gave a low whistle. They weren’t very large, but what was there was firm, and her nipples pointed out, begging for his mouth.
Max placed his hands on her hips, lifting her until her nipple was within reach. Her gasp had his tongue flicking at the pebbling, rosy-colored tit.
He propelled her toward the bed. “You on birth control?”
“Yes, but I want you to use a condom.” Casey licked her full bottom lip as her eyes watched him unbuckle his belt.
Max reached inside his nightstand, pulling out a condom before unzipping his jeans.
“Give it time, and you’ll be begging me not to use one,” Max boasted.
Casey folded her arms across her chest, stubbornly standing her ground. “Oh my God are those piercings?” Her eyes widened in shock as he pulled off his jeans.
“I have a few,” he said, kicking his jeans away. Max leaned over the bed, his hands going to the snap of her jeans.
“That’s more than a few. That’s a lot.”
“You’re going to love the feel of them against your clit. It feels even better without the condom.”
“We’re using a condom,” Casey said firmly.
“No glove, no pussy?” Max grinned unabashedly. “Like I said, sooner or later, you’ll be begging me to leave it off. Women are usually a little hesitant at first, but once they feel them against that little clit, they start screaming something else.”
“I bet they are. They’re probably screaming for help, and if it’s not too big of a deal, do you mind not talking about other women you’ve had sex with while we are? It’s kind of a turnoff.”
Max successfully pulled her jeans off with her panties then stared down hungrily at the bare pussy he had exposed. It was too hard to resist. His finger reached out, parting the petal-soft lips, exposing the pearly pink clit he was searching for.
He frowned. She wasn’t wet for him.
“What’s wrong?” Max’s eyes narrowed on her, studying her expression and seeing past the smile to the nervousness in her trembling lips and her quivering stomach muscles. “If you don’t want to…”
Her hands went to his shoulder, bringing him down to her. Her nipples nestled in his chest hair. “It’s the piercings. I’m just worried they’ll hurt.” Her soft admission brought a gentleness out of him that he hadn’t been aware he possessed. He was used to his sex being dirty and raw, a roller coaster ride from beginning to end, whereas Casey was used to vanilla milkshakes and kiddie rides.
“Sweetheart, the only pain you’re going to have is when I make you beg me to come,” he bragged.
Her laughter lightened her nervousness, and he was relieved to see it.
“You’re very confident, aren’t you?”
“I’d tell you why, but you said you didn’t like me talking about other women when I’m trying to fuck you, so why don’t I show you, instead?”
Max rose up, gently licking one of her nipples before licking down the side, tracing a path down her flesh. He rose up slightly to position her body the way he wanted it, spreading her thighs apart and opening her once again to his eyes.
“That clit is begging me to suck it.” His thumb brushed against the small bit of flesh before delving back, adding more pressure until he felt a rush of wetness from her, and she began wiggling her hips. When her back arched, he slipped a large finger inside her.
“You’re so tight I can barely get my finger all the way inside. You’re going to have to relax more if you’re going to take my dick.”
Max’s mouth replaced his finger, shoving his tongue inside her. He heard her gasp as he began to show her just how he liked to have sex. He wasn’t a shy man, and he loved fucking. If she was going to be sharing his bed for a while, she needed to loosen up. I’m just the man do to it, too, he thought confidently.
Casey had to want him or she wouldn’t be lying spread-eagle on his bed after trying to make him jealous with Stump.
Lust blazed through his body at tasting a pussy he had thought would never be available to him. When she began twisting underneath him, he gave her clit a twirl with his tongue before rising up, bracing his knees between her thighs. He lined his condom covered cock up at her entrance.
“You ready for me?” Max asked, barely managing to keep himself from thrusting inside her.
“Yes.” Her legs wrapped around his hips as she lifted her hips up for him as he sank himself into her.
He watched her expression to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. When he saw that he wasn’t, he let himself enter her in small thrusts.
He buried his face in her sweet-smelling neck. She was like a fresh breeze in the hot clubhouse where the air conditioner was always broken. Their bodies clung together stickily as they moved.