Page 31 of Strong Side
“I’m good with whatever. Are there any new movies out right now?” I prop my head on my hand and look at her.
“I feel like we’ve seen everything new, so maybe we pick something we’ve seen a hundred times.” She laughs. “Oh, I know! We could watch the new season ofThe Amazing Race! I still think we could totally win that show.”
“Yeah, let’s put that on. And I agree. We would win for sure. I don’t think Coach would appreciate me signing on for that though. Some of those tasks are hard-core.” I laugh. “And you know how I feel about heights. You would have to be the one doing all those. I’ll take care of the running parts. Hop on my back, and we’d be first every week.”
“I would take anything with heights. They don’t bother me at all.”
She clicks on the show, and we start to watch and analyze every couple they introduce.
While it’s typical of how we spend time together, the feel of her against me, along with the smell of her citrus shampoo, is driving me crazy. As much as I’ve tried to fight my hard-on, it has a mind of its own. There’s no doubt she can feel it.
On the screen, a couple is running across a rickety wooden drawbridge. The music is that fast-paced kind that is supposedto make you nervous, thinking they won’t make it safely to the other side. Instead of watching the show, I’m entranced by the woman lying in front of me and the way her breaths are a little too shallow for someone who should be lying here, relaxing.
Her hair is in a ponytail, leaving her neck exposed. I lift my finger and trace the exposed skin and run the pad of my finger from the lobe of her ear down to the nape of her neck and back.
She shivers again, and this time, I’m certain she’s not cold.
“Casey …” She brings her hand out of the blanket and grabs my hand that’s caressing her neck. “I want you to kiss me like you did that night in the bathroom.”
With our hands entwined, she moves them under the blanket. My arm is resting on her waist, and our hands are in front of her body, close to her chest.
I lean down slightly and kiss her neck behind her ear, just like I did that night in the bathroom. Soft, closed-mouthed kisses line her neck, and goose bumps follow.
Her breath hisses, and her hips buck.
“Keep kissing me there.” Her voice is quiet, but I can feel the rise and fall of her chest. She’s definitely getting as turned on as I am, and we haven’t even really done anything.
Needing a taste, I lick her flesh and follow where I just kissed her. I suck lightly at some spots and feel her body react beneath me.
My other arm has been under the pillow, but I pull it out, which causes her to turn toward me slightly. The blanket falls to her waist with the movement, and I can see our hands resting together below her heart. I loosen my fingers from hers and brush my thumb back and forth across the underside of her breast.
She looks up at me, and without a word, I lean down and kiss my best friend for the second time. The minute our lips touch, it’s like a match is lit.
Noelle releases my hand and brings both of her hands to my face, holding me in place. Not that I would be going anywhere. When I feel her tongue trace the seam of my lips, I nearly lose it.
Our tongues tangle together while my hand starts to roam. I want to touch her everywhere. In this position though, I can only use one hand, but I thread my other that’s under her head through her loose ponytail.
When I slide my hand under her shirt, she doesn’t stop me, so I continue and move to her breast. I pull the top of her sports bra down to expose her nipples and circle one with my finger. Breaking our kiss, I pull back, lift up her shirt, and look at her.
“I can’t wait to taste these.” I take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinch, which causes her to gasp. “You like this?” I ask while I continue teasing her nipple.
She nods and bites down on her bottom lip.
I move my hand to her other breast and look down so I can see her peaked nipples. Her breasts are perfect, just the right size, fitting into my palm perfectly.
She pulls me back to her, and we get lost in our kiss again. I continue to knead, stroke, and pinch her breasts. Her hips are starting to circle, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s close to orgasming.
“Casey, please.” She breaks the kiss, panting.
“What do you need, pretty girl?”
I place kisses along her jaw and move down to her chest, looking up to see her watching me. I tentatively lick one nipple, and when she doesn’t stop me, I suck it completely into my mouth, making her moan.
“I need you to keep sucking on my nipples and touching them the way you do. I never knew I liked nipple play so much. It’s intense,” she gasps. “I … I love it.”
I reward her with a soft bite.
“That feels so good, Casey.” Her hands are in my hair now, slightly pulling it. “Keep going.”
