Page 13 of Yours for the Weekend

Chapter Seven

C asey tastes heavenly.

A little sweet, a little tangy.

“Fuck. Don’t stop,” Casey rasps.

As if I would dream of it. I’m on my knees before her. Her body pulled to the edge of the bed, her long, lean legs over my shoulders. I grip her by her bucking hips, doing my best to hold her in place as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She’s soaking wet and so close.

Casey fists the sheets and grounds down into my mouth. I groan in pleasure. My own arousal drips down the inside of my thighs. Her heel comes up and presses against my collarbone as she arcs her ass off the mattress.

“Mm, yes,” she moans. “Touch yourself.”

My left hand releases her hip, and I reach between my legs. It’s hard to concentrate. My fingers keep slipping and sliding off my nub, so I give up and plunge two deep inside my pussy. I pump in rhythm to the strokes of my tongue.

Casey pushes herself up onto an elbow to look down at me, her pupils blown.

Her lips part in panting moans. She runs her fingers through my hair then grips me hard by the back of my head.

I gasp. She grinds down on my face, and with her fistful of my hair keeping me locked in place, I go nose deep into her folds.

I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I don’t stop.

Forcing my head to the side, I inhale a lungful before plunging back in. My fingers pound harder into myself.

“Fuck, Dakota,” Casey pants. “You are such a good girl.”

My legs spasm. Her thighs tighten. They squeeze the sides of my face, suffocating me in her pussy. I ride our orgasms out, my heart pounding. It’s only a couple seconds before her legs slacken, and I force my head back, inhaling deeply.

“Damn,” I gasp.

We’ve been going at it nonstop since agreeing to sleep together the night before. I’ve never been so happy to get such little sleep. We never left the bedroom but to use the bathroom or to find food. And even then we’d find new surfaces around the house to fuck.

When we showered together this morning, Casey held up her soapy loofah and innocently asked to clean my body. She had barely finished washing my back before her fingers were inside me once again.

I’ve never known sex can be this hot.

That another person could make me feel so good.

With a sigh, I settle into Casey’s arms on the bed. We’ve scooted up to the top, Casey rearranging the haphazard pillows for us to lie comfortably.

“Wow,” I say. “I never knew I had a praise kink.” Casey smiles knowingly, and I frown. “What? No . Come on! How’d you know?”

“Oh, you know,” she says in an airy tone like it explains everything. “Bottoms. ”

I gasp in mock offense. “Excuse me. I was just the one on top, if you don’t recall.”

She shrugs, her hand slowly and soothingly stroking up and down my spine. “Were you though?”

I scrunch up my nose, not wanting to admit defeat. I kiss her instead of answering. She breaks off our kiss with a light chuckle.

“Face it, Dakota.” She nips at my cheek before lightly sucking on my earlobe.

My vagina pulses, and I spread my legs for her in invitation.

I can hear Casey’s smile in her voice when she whispers against the crown of my ear.

“Even if you’re physically on top, you’ll still listen to every word I say.

” Her touch is featherlight as the pads of fingers graze over my clit. I inhale sharply. My thighs tremble.

“God, this pussy is so needy for me.” She lazily strokes her fingers through the pool of my arousal. A groan rumbles from deep in my throat. My eyes squeeze shut.

“Dakota, you know. And I know.” She bends forward to wrap her lips around the hard peak of my nipple.

Her head bobs as she takes more and more of my breast in her mouth.

I fist the pillow at my side as my other hand comes down hard on her back.

Casey bites me once before blowing softly and licking to soothe the spot.

My fingers dig into her back with a whimper that’s both pain and pleasure.

“We both know,” she repeats and rests her chin on my stomach to watch me as she buries two fingers inside me. “You love bottoming for me.”

I nod vigorously. She adds a third finger and picks up the pace of her thrusts.

I gasp, “I do.”

“I know.” Casey’s smile is wolfish. “Because you are such a good girl.”

I come with a scream. Both my hands are on her, accidentally scratching up the length of her back as my body convulses.

“Fuck,” I breathe as I regain the ability to speak. My body jerks with aftershocks. “Why have we waited so long to do this? We should’ve been doing this the whole time.”

I think I’m seeing stars. Casey crawls back up to my side and pulls me toward her so she can hold me. “I don’t think your girlfriend would have approved.”

Oh. Oh, shit. I facepalm. So stupid. But then a tiny spark of happiness comes as I realize I haven’t thought about Nina in hours.

I don’t actually remember the last time I thought of her.

Maybe this afternoon? I don’t know, but I smile.

This is a first for me, and I’m filled with a sense of satisfaction.

This weekend really is helping me move on.

I curl into Casey, wrapping my arm around her warm body. She kisses my forehead.

“Do you think,” I start and stop. Casey plays with my hair, and I relax into her touch. It gives me the confidence to continue. “If you didn’t miss the first week—if I didn’t meet Nina first—do you think me and you would have gone out? That we’d be together?”

Casey doesn’t answer for a while. Her fingers in my hair are the only reason I know she didn’t fall asleep on me. Slowly, like she’s picking each word with care, she says, “I think everything happens for a reason.”

It’s not an answer, but I don’t force it. I don’t know the answer for myself. As much pain as my breakup with Nina has brought me, would I really wish we never were together? Would I really want to erase all the good times?

I don’t know.

But there is one thing I do know.

“I don’t want to leave the lake house. ”

Casey’s fingers leave my hair as she wraps her arms around me. I squeeze her tighter.

“What if,” I say. “We keep doing this even when we’re back home?”

“Dakota,” Casey starts and fuck . I never should have asked her that. Tears cloud my vision, and I start untangling myself from her arms, bracing for her inevitable rejection.

Casey won’t let me go. She grabs me by the elbows so I can’t escape. “Hey, look, it’s not that I don’t want to. I definitely want to.”

“But?” Because of course there’s a but.

Casey sighs. “But I think you’ll regret it if you don’t try to date other people.”

I reel back. That is not at all what I was expecting.

“Nina has you convinced you could never fall in love with anyone else. She’s manipulated you into thinking you could only be happy with her, and I don’t think you’ll ever know she’s wrong until you start seeing someone new.”

I sit with that. Casey and I talked a lot the past twenty-four hours while our bodies needed a break.

Heavy, emotional conversations about our exes and the feelings and fears that come from them.

Casey knows everything. How I’m afraid I’ll never feel a spark with someone new.

How growing up, I always thought I was broken since all my friends had crush after crush, and I was never interested in anyone until Nina.

How I doubt I’ll ever feel even a fraction of the love I felt for her for someone new, so why bother dating at all?

“I made you a profile on SapphicSingles if you want to see it?” Casey says cautiously.

I rub my eyes with the palms of my hands. “There’s no point.”

“You don’t know that,” Casey says .

I shake my head and look at her.

Casey scoots closer so she’s sitting in front of me. She takes my hands and intertwines our fingers. “How about this? You give it the summer. Go on dates. Hook up. Whatever. Just make a real effort to find that special spark with someone.”

“And when it doesn’t happen?”

“If,” Casey corrects. She glances around and grabs her phone off the nightstand. She forgot to plug it in, and it’s at seven percent battery life. “When do you go back to work?”

“August twentieth.”

Casey smiles. “Okay, so we’ll come back here the weekend of the fifteenth through the seventeenth. And if you didn’t hit it off with anyone new then we can pick back up where we left off.”

I scowl. “You’re seriously going to make me wait six weeks to sleep with you again?”

She shrugs, but she’s smiling.

“Fine. But this doesn’t start until we leave in the morning.”

“Obviously.” Casey slides her hands up my thighs.

“Good.” I pull her face to mine and kiss her.