Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,34

The confidence in this kiss takes any hesitation out of the question, because he has no questions. Casey wants this and he’s showing me exactly that.

He starts to undress me, and I let him. It’s fast and rough, tossing my clothes aside and then his own, so that we’re both naked in this barn and it’s so fucking weird and amazing that I can’t breathe. Casey sweeps me off my feet literally, drawing me up into his arms before laying me down on the blanket.

It’s thick and soft—I’m glad he thought ahead because this is cozy and splinters in my back don’t sound fun. But Casey is already overwhelming me and pushing those thoughts from my head. The vibrations from the music are so strong that I can’t hear anything. But the feeling is amazing.

His lips are on my skin, but I can’t hear him. I can only feel when he speaks against my neck. That low, secondary vibration just reaches down into me and turns me on. I like feeling him do that, and I want more. When I push on his chest to flip him over underneath me, he lets me.

While we were in bed the other night, he had a chance to explore all of me. And while I’ve already had his cock in my mouth, I didn’t have a chance to really look at him. I want to know every inch of his body.

I start at his mouth, kissing him exactly as I want. Casey is smiling under my lips, his entire expression playful. Daring me to do whatever I want.

Tyler never would have let me do this. He didn’t want me to do anything new or out of the ordinary. Nerves swim in my gut, but I keep going. Time to be brave, and his blue eyes on mine encourage me.

I press a kiss to Casey’s throat, feeling him moan under my lips. Fuck. Why does that drive me so crazy? Heat and desire swim through me, and I move down his body. I taste his skin, taking time to trace the lines of his muscles with my fingers and tongue. I graze my teeth across his nipples and feel him groan and shift. He’s holding back to let me do this, and I love it.

His cock is already fully erect, waiting for me. But I spend some time with his abs. They’re a fucking work of art, and I don’t ever want to stop touching them. I think if I really wanted to, I could do old-fashioned laundry by scrubbing the clothes down his stomach.

I run my fingers over the V that lines his hips, too, a growl building under his skin. I place my hand on his chest to feel the noise while I kiss my way down the line, closer and closer to him, until my lips touch the very base of his cock.

He moves without warning, pulling me up and flipping me over, thrusting into me in one stroke that makes my own moan fly out of me…and there’s no sound.

I knew it, but not hearing someone else’s voice and not hearing your own are two different things. No one will be able to hear me. No matter what I do. The thought of screaming just for the hell of it—not caring what I sound like while being fucked—is so appealing that I’m suddenly so, so much wetter.

Casey feels it, and smiles.

He thrusts in again, harder, and I let myself go, groaning loudly. It feels good. His smile grows bigger, and leaning forward, he puts his hand on my throat. I moan so he can feel the sound, and he loves it. I can see the look on his face. Neither of us need to hold back.

It’s like something is unlocked inside my brain. I feel so open and free. Nothing is holding me back. At all.

Casey starts fucking me, hard and deep, and I yell with the pleasure of it. I want him to feel me yell. God, every move he makes drags pleasure all the way through me and I can’t fucking breathe. I love it. I want more.

Grabbing Casey’s free hand, I bring it to my lips, and bite his finger gently. His rhythm falters and his eyes go dark with lust. I’ve imagined doing something like this—letting go and surrendering to instinct.

I pull Casey’s face down to mine and kiss him hard, biting his lip. He growls. I feel it, never stopping the movement of his hips.