Page 48 of Strong Side
He grabs two red cups from the stack next to the keg.
As he fills them, Dan Smith walks in and sees us. “What’s up, fuckers?!” He’s clearly been drinking already. Likely since they got home from their game. “Did you guys see the photo booth we got? It’s in the dining room. You gotta try it!” He walks by Beckon his way out of the room and pats him on the shoulder. “Glad to see you dressed for the occasion, Linson.”
Beck just shakes his head, but smiles.
“Let’s go paint!” Charlie takes Beck’s hand, and they walk out of the kitchen toward the paints.
“What do you want to do, pretty girl? Do you want to go paint, or should we check out that photo booth?” He leans in to kiss me.
“Let’s go do the photo booth!” I shout over the music. “That sounds fun. I don’t think we have any photo booth pics. Do we?”
I take his hand and lead him into the dining room, where the booth is set up. There’s another couple in there now, and we see their pictures drop outside the booth. They’re covered in paint by the looks of it. I wonder if Smith and Schuster paid a deposit for the booth—because they’re most definitely losing it if it’s covered in paint.
As soon as they walk out, we hear Schuster on a megaphone, announcing a painting contest, encouraging everyone to “be creative.” I’m terrified to know what he means by that.
I look at Casey, and we both laugh.
“Come on. Let’s do this while there’s no line.” He pulls me into the booth and closes the curtain.
We sit on the small bench seat and get centered in the frame. He hits the Start button for the camera, and the timer counts down from five.
“Okay, are we going funny or serious?” He puts his forefinger and thumb on his chin and purses his lips at the screen, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Umm … I think we should just be us.”
I turn my body toward his and drape my legs over his. Then I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me for a kiss. I feel his arm stretch out and then hear the clicking sounds of the camera.
We don’t stop kissing, even after the clicking stops. My hands are in his hair, and his palms are sliding up and down my back, stopping at the top of my jeans and then up again.
He reaches around to the front of my shirt and slides a hand under my crop top. With skilled hands, he pulls down one cup of my bra. The idea of being exposed like this, with people on the other side of the curtain, is giving me an adrenaline rush.
When he pinches my nipple, I gasp.
“More.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, and he groans and does it again.
He breaks our kiss and I pout, lips pursed, as he pulls me onto his lap, my back to his front.
“Open for me,” he demands.
My legs are draped over his thighs, so when he spreads his legs, my legs open wider in unison. He brushes my hair to the side, leaving my neck exposed in the way he knows I love. I watch the screen in front of us, the one that’s dark and reflective of us, and become captivated by the sight of Casey as he licks and sucks on my neck while his hands cup my breasts—kneading and twerking them in a way he’s become expert in in such a short time. I lean my head back on his shoulder to give him more access to my neck.
“Casey,” I pant.
“We have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?”
He sucks hard on the side of my neck and pulls one of my nipples. Lightning shoots through me at the sensation.
“Yesss. I can.” My hands reach behind me and around his neck, making my chest completely open to him.
One hand continues to pinch and pull my nipple while his other hand moves down my stomach and into my shorts. At the first swipe of his finger through my center, I have to bite down on my lip to stay quiet. I know there is a lot of noise out thereright now, but I would die if someone walked by and figured out what we were doing in here.
“I’m gonna make you come. I want that tight pussy squeezing my fingers. I want you to feel every. Single. Stroke. Can you come for me?” His fingers move in circles over my clit.
“Yes,” I say, turning my head to reach his mouth for a kiss. It’s wet and messy. And I’ve never been more turned on.
He sucks on my tongue and releases it, then moves his mouth to my ear. “Good girl.” As he says it, his fingers enter me and hit a spot that makes me see stars. “That’s it. Roll your hips.”
My hips are circling in as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, and I feel like I’m on the edge of reaching my orgasm. I can feel his hard cock between my ass cheeks, which just turns me on even more. Knowing he’s hard because he’s getting me off makes me lose control.
