Page 40 of Strong Side
I reach out and touch his face. His jaw, beautifully defined and strong, feels rough in my hand, as he’s due for a shave.
“When the girls and I were watching your game, they had a few questions about our relationship. Intimate questions.” I poke out my tongue and slowly drag it over my upper lip. “I haven’t been able to get the idea of something out of my head since. But I know you’re tired, so we don’t have to.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smirks. “What have you been thinking about?”
I swallow down my nerves. “I want to see you.”
His smile falls. “You want to see what exactly?”
“Casey, you know what I mean.”
I drop my hand from his face, but he takes it in his hand and puts it back on his face and holds it there.
“Hey, it’s me. You don’t have to be shy or embarrassed. There is nothing you can ask that I won’t do. I promise.” He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses it.
“I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s you, and I don’t want you to tease me for what I want from you.” I can feel the heat hitting my cheeks and move my eyes from his.
“Noelle, look at me.”
I comply.
“I would never ever tease you about something like this.”
And I know that’s true. “Okay, then I want you to take off your shirt first.”
He drops my hand and sits up enough to remove his shirt. His shoulders are broad, tapering to a lean waist, and every muscle is defined like it was carved by intention. My eyes skim over the smooth plane of his chest before tracing over the ripples of his abs and the V that disappears beneath his shorts.
“What else?” He snaps me out of my trance that’s following the dusting of hair running down the center of his torso.
“Will you take your shorts off?” I hear the lilt in my voice.
A smile spreads across his face. “I can, but I’m not wearing anything under them. You okay with that?”
Sweet Jesus. I mean,yes.Yes, I am.
“Yes,” I manage to whisper.
Without taking his eyes off of mine, he lies back, tips his hips up, and slowly pushes his shorts off. When I see the head of his cock out of the corner of my eye, I can’t help but look.
Just like every other part of him, his cock is absolutely perfect. Long and thick, vein running through the middle from base to head. I want to trace it with my tongue. Am I drooling?
As if it has a mind of its own, my hand reaches down, and I run my finger around the head. It twitches with my touch, and I’m mesmerized. I slide my hand down his length, but don’t take ahold of it.
“Noelle,” Casey breathes in.
I reach down between his legs and cup his balls. It shouldn’t be sexy, but when Casey groans, I look up at his face. His head is tilted back, eyes closed.
“Does that feel good?” I ask him, genuinely wanting to know.
“Fuck yes.” He opens his eyes and looks at me.
As I move my hand back up to his cock, I grab the base of it and lightly squeeze. He places his hand over mine and guides my hand up.
“Am I doing this right?”
It’s not that I never touched Trey like this, but he just never let me touch him likethis. He was always in a rush to get to sex. So, I feel like I missed out on a lot of foreplay. Including blow jobs. For some reason, he didn’t really seem to like it, or I was just doing it wrong.
“Oh, yeah. You’re doing so good.” He licks his bottom lip.
