Page 49 of Strong Side
“Casey, I’m gonna come,” I pant.
I feel him stretch his legs out, which opens my legs further. His thumb is circling my clit while his fingers move in and out.
“That’s it. You look so beautiful, spread out for me like this. Let me feel you come.” As he says it, his other hand pinches my nipple hard.
My head drops back, and my mouth opens, but no sound comes out as wave after wave of my orgasm rolls through me.
“Casey,” I breathe. “Feels so good.” I turn my head and kiss the side of his neck as I come down.
“Come here.” He turns his head and cups my face with his hand. “You are everything. Believe me when I tell you, you are everything.”
He kisses me softly, and I melt into him.
As I come out of my orgasm haze, I realize we’ve probably been in here for a while.
“We should get out there, huh? Other people might want to use this.” I can feel my face flush at the thought of what we just did in here.
“Yeah, I guess we should.” He lifts me off of his lap, then adjusts his hard-on. “Let’s grab our pictures and see what came out.”
After adjusting my clothes, we open the curtain and take our pictures from the drop slot. The first set of three are of us kissing, and I absolutely love them. The second set, which I didn’t realize we took, is of us … doing what we just did. Luckily, nothing is really showing, but the looks on our faces make it pretty clear what was happening.
In one of them, Casey’s looking directly at the camera, his eyes intense. The second one, his face is tucked into my neck, and his tongue is touching my skin. The last one, my head is on his shoulder, my mouth is open, and Casey’s looking down, which tells me he was probably watching what he was doing. Front-row seat really. Between what was probably the reflection in the glass and being able to see his hand moving in and out of me … yeah, I’m kind of jealous actually.
Casey’s looking over my shoulder, and I hear him suck in a breath. “Holy fuck, those are hot.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I didn’t realize you took more pictures.”
“Are you mad?” He places a kiss behind my ear.
I turn my head to look at him. “Uh, no. These are amazing. I just didn’t realize you were doing that.”
“Well, you were a little preoccupied.” He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs me back into him.
“Hell yeah, I was.” We both laugh. “Okay, but what are we gonna do with these? I can’t carry them around all night, and I don’t have pockets in these shorts.”
He plucks them out of my hand and puts them in his back pocket. “Problem solved. Now let’s go pretend to be artists.”
With my hand tucked in his, we walk into what should be the family room area, and I stop walking when I see Trey across the room. Of course, he sees me too. His attention becomes rigid, and there’s a weird smirk that appears on his face.
“Shit.” I tug on Casey’s hand.
“What’s wrong?” He tilts his head toward me to hear me better since it’s loud in the room.
“Trey is here.” I nod toward the other side of the room, where Trey is looking our way.
Casey lifts his chin, and his jaw tightens at the sight of my ex-boyfriend.
“Fucking asshole. He’s got balls, showing up here.”
He starts to pull me farther into the room, but I pull back, to little effect.
“What are you doing? He’s gonna see us.”
“And? Wasn’t that the point at the start of all this anyway? Now he can see it and just not hear about it.” He looks down and smirks at me. Like he thinks this is funny.
“Casey, wait. Seriously, let’s just go somewhere else in the house.” I try to pull on his hand, but he holds our hands in place.
“Noelle”—he tips my chin up so I’m looking at him—“I’m not afraid of Trey. I’ll walk right up to him and shake his hand with the same hand that just made you come.” He’s looking into my eyes with complete seriousness.
