Page 9 of Yours for the Weekend

I hold onto her hips, appreciating the view from beneath her. She cups my breast and teases my peaked nipples through the thin material. I dig my nails into her soft skin. We both moan, mine throaty, hers hungry.

She leans down to capture my mouth again in a bruising kiss. I curl my fingers in her hair and moan into her mouth. Her lips break from mine, and she peppers kisses down my cheek to my jaw to my neck. Each one searing and setting my body on fire with their heat.

She wraps her hand around my throat and uses her thumb to easily snap my face to the side, allowing her more access. My clit aches. I curl my leg around hers, pulling her in for a desperate attempt at friction.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“I will,” she promises, and I whimper.

My hands roam the bare expanse of her back until one ventures lower. I squeeze her ass, and Casey makes a small sound I almost miss as she sucks my earlobe into her mouth, and I groan.

“Casey,” I whine .

“Hmm?” she asks before blessedly moving down.

She palms my breast through my sports bra, and I arch up off the bed.

Casey shifts her body further between my legs and takes my breast in her mouth.

It feels incredible despite there being a layer of fabric in the way.

If it feels this good now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive her tongue on my bare skin.

I paw at the loose strands of blonde hair that have fallen in her face and brush them out of the way.

She takes the invitation and finally, thankfully, frees me from my bra.

She doesn’t waste time with taking it all the way off.

Her tongue tracing my pebbled nipple. Her fingers teasing and rolling the other.

I dig my nails into her back and scratch up as my hips buck off the mattress.

I’m going to die. She’s going to kill me. And she hasn’t even come close to my pussy. Fuck.

“Casey,” I moan, my voice full of need. “ Please .”

My best friend’s lips are still wrapped around my nipple as she looks up at me. She tugs up and releases me with a wet pop. Her grin is wolfish and so unbelievably sexy, I nearly come.

“Patience,” she admonishes, a teasing lilt to her voice.

I squeeze my fists to my eyes and groan.

She laughs and says, “Okay, okay.”

Casey lowers herself back down to my body and kisses me once between my cleavage. Then, oh so slowly, she licks and kisses her way lower. She hooks her thumb in the waistband of my shorts.

“These are nice,” she says, and it takes me way too long to realize she’s commenting on the fact I’m wearing her shorts.

I chuckle and start to respond when she inches the waistband down and nips at the dip of my hip. The touch is like getting poked with a live wire. I feel the spark across every inch of my skin, and I jolt off the mattress.

“Damn.” Casey chuckles as I settle back down on the bed. She palms my pussy through our shorts, and her eyes flutter shut, she groans low in her throat. “You are so fucking wet.”

I lift my hips once again, silently screaming for her to find out just how wet I am. “Please, Casey,” I say. “Touch. Me.”

And the teasing glint in her eye is gone. It’s replaced by hungry lust. She pulls my shorts down over my hips, and I kick them off before letting my legs fall wide open. I want her to see what she’s done to me—how drenched I am for her.

She inhales sharply at the sight of my pooling arousal. I know I’m dripping, I can feel it coating my thighs, and I bet it’s saturating the sheets beneath me. And as much as I want, and have been begging for her to touch me, I love the way she’s staring at me.

My whole life there’s always been a lingering insecurity.

A small, but noticeable whisper of doubt about how I look when I’m naked.

Nina’s never done anything to make me feel that way, I’ve had this long before I met her.

But it’s plagued my thoughts whenever I imagined being intimate with someone, this persistent worry I wouldn’t be enough.

Skinny enough. Beautiful enough. Skilled at pleasing someone enough.

But with the way Casey stares at me, as if she’s in awe of my body, with a gaze full of pure hunger and appreciation, I don’t feel any of my usual doubt or insecurity.

“You’re perfect,” Casey whispers, and her words fill me with warmth.

She sinks down until she’s resting in between my aching thighs.

She holds my eye contact as she wraps her arms around my legs, locking me in place.

She holds eye contact as slowly—so achingly slowly—she licks her lips once before lowering her mouth to my pussy.

Half her face is hidden by my body, but still, she holds our eye contact.

I swear she doesn’t blink once. Not until her tongue takes one long, lingering slide from my core to my pulsing clit.

It’s me who loses our little staring contest as my eyelids flutter shut and my head drops back, a fierce groan yanking from my throat.

She holds on tight to my hips as I buck and thrash.

Her tongue ravages my swollen clit. She licks and sucks, and my core tightens as I fist the sheets.

I’m so wet she easily slides two fingers inside me and that’s it.

My pussy clenches around her fingers. My orgasm arrives fast and hard, an explosion of heat that ripples through my limbs.

Every muscle in my abdomen tightens, and I scream.

My thighs squeeze Casey’s head as I convulse with the intensity of my climax.

I’ve never felt something so powerful or euphoric as I clench around her.

Casey doesn’t move as she lets me ride out the rest of the orgasm.

Fuck . Holy shit! I should be embarrassed at how fast I came. What was that? Three seconds? But how could I be embarrassed, knowing how phenomenal she made me feel?

Casey helps ease me through my aftershocks, and my legs drop bonelessly against the sheets. My body is sweaty, and my limbs are spent.

“That was— Damn , Casey. Wow,” I say, breathless.

Casey hums in agreement. Her head rests against the inside of my thigh. Her palm, from the arm still wrapped underneath my leg, lies flat on my stomach, her thumb stroking softly.

“Wow. I … I was not ex pecting that.”

Casey chuckles. “Are you saying that wasn’t what you wanted?”

I smile. “No, that’s exactly what I wanted. I don’t know. I just …” I brush her hair back behind her ear, and she watches me, her expression soft and open. “You were just so … Dammit , Case.”

“What?” she asks. She lifts her head up in amusement. “What was I?”

I have to cover my face with my hands as I laugh. This asshole is going to make me say it. “You were just so … So hot!”

Casey’s grin is radiant and a tad smug.

“What made you take control like that?” I ask.

Casey and I have had plenty of conversations about sex.

While she’s not as explicit in the details as I’ve been with her, she does share the things she enjoys and things she wishes her partners do more of.

And because of these conversations, I expected to be the one to take the lead between us once things finally got going.

She’s never expressed favoring that role, and it’s one I’ve taken with Nina from the very beginning.

I’m not going to call Nina a pillow princess, but I am always on top. And Casey knows this.

But now Casey smirks and rests her face back against my thigh. “Because I knew how much you’d like it.”

“How?” I ask, genuinely confused. I’ve always told her the opposite.

“Because,” she says slowly and shifts her fingers that I somehow forgot were still buried deep inside me. I gasp at the sensation as she inches back, but doesn’t fully pull out. “You were forced into a role without being given the opportunity to find out if it’s what you really wanted.”

“That’s not true—” I inhale sharply, my words cut off by Casey easing her fingers back deeper inside me. “ Fuck , Casey.”

“Hm?” she asks, all faux innocence.

“What’re you—?” I’m cut off yet again by her pulling her fingers out and teasing my entrance.

My legs instinctually spread wider, my pussy throbbing and empty without her.

A moment ago, I didn’t think I could move if the house was on fire, but now warmth floods my core, and my body is begging for round two.

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers. My breathing has gone ragged as she eases one finger tip inside. “You thought you liked being in control. You thought you liked taking the lead. But look at how responsive you are to me.”

She slides two fingers inside me, and I groan, long and hard. I press my body down into her hand, greedily searching out even more of her. Proving her god damn point.

“I always knew you would like this.” She sits up on her elbow and stares me down.

She pulls her fingers out and pushes them inside again, her movements achingly slow.

“You have always wanted to let go and let someone else take control of your body.” This time when she pulls out, she holds her fingers up so I can see they’re drenched with my arousal.

She holds my gaze as she takes her fingers in her mouth and sucks them dry.

My jaw drops. I’m mesmerized by the sight of her. My clit throbs in response, and I have to press my hands to the aching bundle of nerves because I’m so turned on it hurts.

She sits up on her knees as her other hand slaps me away and replaces the touch on my clit. I groan almost painfully as her fingers trace languid circles. My thighs are a quivering mess.

Despite still sucking on her fingers, I have no trouble making out her smirk. She slowly drags her fingers out, pulling her lip down, and the sight nearly tips me over the edge.

“Dakota, I’m going to show you how it feels to be fucked the way you deserve. To have your body worshiped as I make you come over and over again.”

And I’m speechless. My brain short-circuits.

And then I lunge forward as she rushes down to kiss me.

We mash our mouths together. She thrusts inside me, and I gasp against her teeth.

She grabs me by the hair at the base of my neck.

I dig my nails into the skin of her back.

She pumps inside me. My pussy clenching around her as I wrap my legs around her hips.

It’s all I can do to hold onto her as she picks up the pace.

I can’t move my hips. I can barely catch my breath between moans.

All I can do is lie there and take it as she finger fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.

It’s not long before my abdomen tightens as a second orgasm rips through me while I scream her name.

Casey promised me one night. One night where she would make me come over and over again. One night where she’d make me feel so good, I’d forget anyone else exists besides me and her.

And my best friend fucking delivers on her promises.