Page 20 of Shy Girls write it Better
This time, it was the left cheek, still over her clothes, but when his hand caressed her, it lingered at the hem, pushing it up, brushing against her sensitive skin.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice so thick with need she barely recognized it.
She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for.
Carter slowly ran his hand up her cheeks, until the skirt was bundled up to her waist.Then to her infinite pleasure and humiliation, she felt his lips drop on her butt cheek, followed by the graze of his teeth.
She moaned long, loud and proud, like a desperate cat in heat – exactly what he was reducing her to.
Slap.
“Yes!”
His hands didn’t stop, relentlessly slapping her cheeks in a rhythm that was going to drive her to mindlessness, and when she couldn’t take any more, they caressed and cajoled and he kissed her burning flesh.
“Fuck!”she yelped, taken by surprise when every tense muscle exploded.
Her panties were drenched, uncomfortable, and she was out of breath, lost, and, somehow, content, too.
She turned around when her galloping heart finally consented to slow down, and frowned when she took Carter in.
He seemed… serious.Pissed off, maybe.She’d never seen those grey eyes quite so dark, and dangerous.
“Are you okay?”
He chuckled humorlessly.
“There’s a gorgeous ass that I just reddened with my palm and a wet pussy taunting me, so of course I’m not okay.I will be, though.Just get out of my office, go home, and lock yourself under dead bolts.”
She stared some more, unmoving.
“I’m a man of my word, Cassie.I said I wouldn’t fuck you.I don’t have time for a woman, and you’re the relationship kind – you deserve it all.Just go.”
Cassie bit her lip.Usually, when she was contemplating something risqué, she wondered what the protagonists in her book would do, and forced herself to play the part.This time, she didn’t need to.Seeing that beautiful, perfect man, looking so disturbed, so close to undone, after touchingher,was all she needed.
Cassie straightened up, moved to face him, and dropped to her knees, ignoring the sting when her sore ass pressed against her ankles.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re friends, Carter,” she said with more confidence than she’d ever felt.“And friends don’t let friends get blue balls.”
And on that note, she unbuttoned him, unzipped his fly, let his trousers fall in a puddle at his feet, and glided his white boxers down his strong, muscular legs.
Fuck.
Her eyes bulged; she had expected a dick, not a fucking monster.The thing looked angry, menacing, throbbing and pointing right to her face.
Before her mind could wonder about the technicalities, she shut the brain down, and wrapped her lips around his shaft.
Carter
Carter couldn’t sleep, his mind playing and replaying the events of the early afternoon in endless loops.
Cassie’s tongue gliding across his length, her hand massaging his balls, and her big green eyes watching him the whole time.Fuck.He’d come so much, and she’d swallowed it all, to his endless shock.
The whole thing had been an unexpected turn, and although he really hadn’t planned on it, he couldn’t help feeling satisfied about the development.She’d said yes to a casual encounter.He hadn’t believed she’d ever be open to the idea – not in a million years.
It took a while for Carter to recognize what was keeping him awake; by twelve, he’d pinpointed it.
