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I’ve always wanted him.
And now I’ll be sharing his bed.
The thought sizzles my insides in all the right ways, and I figure that now is the perfect time for a little private show. It’ll be a nice way to thank him, right? And it’s a chance for me to put a smile on his face after the way he humiliated himself for my pleasure.
Scanning his room, I start mentally mapping out a dance and the space I’ll be working in when I spot a record player next to his bed.
“Nice.” I grin, pointing at it.
He smiles like he’s the proudest kid in the class. “I know, right? It’s a hand-me-down from my grandpa. He gave me all his vinyls too.”
I crouch on the floor, looking through the selection of ’80s and ’90s classics. Everything from Michael Jackson’s Thriller album to Bon Jovi’s Slippery When Wet. My parents would love this stuff. With a grin, I pull out the Cyndi Lauper album.
“That one belongs to my grandma.”
I grin, carefully setting it on the record player.
He helps me get it spinning, and then I lower the needle, stepping back from the bed and starting to move my hips to the beat.
“Are you serious?” Casey gives me an excited grin. “Is it private show time?”
“You bet your ass it is, baby.” I dip to the floor, trying to think like a stripper while keeping time with Cyndi’s beats. “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” is rocking out of the speakers, and I throw my head back, letting my hair dance along with me.
Casey looks like a kid in a candy store, nestling back against the pillows and drinking me in like I’m sex on a stick.
I probably look like a dork, but he’s not laughing at me as I strip out of my clothes. My boobs are definitely bigger than they used to be thanks to baby hormones, but Casey seems to like that. At this stage, my pants are only feeling a touch tighter, so thankfully I’m still pretty much the same shape as I fling my shirt at him, then slide my pants down.
He sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles as I lower my bra strap and run my fingers down my arm.
I can tell he’s getting excited, resisting the urge to lunge off the bed and grab me.
It feels hot being this desired. It’s making me wet and needy, but I keep going with my dance, unclasping my bra and playing with my breasts as Cyndi starts wailing “All Through the Night.”
“So fucking hot, baby,” Casey murmurs, licking his lips as I tease a panty drop.
I make him sweat it out for a little longer, until he whines like he can’t stand not touching me. Finally sliding the fabric off my hips, I use my big toe to flick them at him, then do a twirl and play with my hair while my naked body sways and gyrates for him.
I’ve never felt sexier than in this moment, and as soon as I move close enough to the bed, he jumps up and grabs me with a playful growl.
Dragging me onto the mattress, he straddles me, kissing my neck with his hungry lips before sucking my pulsing nipples into his mouth. He plays fair and gives them both equal attention while I tug at his shirt.
He flicks it off as I glide my fingers down his rigid muscles and enjoy his tattooed skin. He’s one sexy beast, and I want to lick every inch of him.
I start with the tats on his shoulder, tracing the ink with my tongue while he pants in my ear and tells me how sexy I am.
“You too,” I murmur between licks, figuring this tongue-painting thing is going to take a while. Bring it on.
But then he springs away from me, devouring my body with his eyes, the pads of his fingers gliding over my skin.
Standing up, he pulls me with him, kissing me deeply, his hands on either side of my neck as he drinks me in like I’m his life source, the only thing keeping him hydrated.
The blood in my body pulses a thick beat for him, my V-jay throbbing for his touch.
“Please,” I whisper against his mouth. “Touch me. Make me come like only you can.”
He smiles, brushing his lips over my cheek as he sits back down on the bed, nestling against the pillows and grabbing my arm. He pulls me down in front of him, spinning me around so my back is against his chest.
“What are you—” My words disappear as he spreads my legs, the air kissing my most sensitive spots as he trails the pads of his fingers down my body. I’ve gotta say, it makes me feel kind of vulnerable, lying here so openly like this. I’m used to him covering me, keeping me safe. But there’s also something kind of thrilling about this exposure too.
