Page 46 of Strong Side
I pick up my bag and start to walk toward his bedroom. He smacks my ass as I walk by him.
“I mean, who knows for sure? But apparently, there is paint involved.” He starts walking in the other direction toward the kitchen. “I’ll be in there in a second. I’m just gonna get a water. You want one?”
“Yes, please,” I call over my shoulder.
When I get to his room, I set the bag on the bed, take off my coat, and pull out the short shorts and the crop top that Charlie talked me into wearing. I don’t usually dress like this, but I figured I didn’t really want to ruin any of my clothes that I actually wear.
Casey walks in and hands me a water bottle. I open it and take a sip, then close it and set it on the dresser behind me.
“Do you need help getting dressed?” He turns and closes the door. “I’m happy to be of assistance.” His hands slide around my waist, and he pulls me into him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, tilt my head up, and kiss him first, teasing my tongue along his top lip, making him groan. One of my hands slides up the back of his head, and I pull him into me further to deepen the kiss. Our tongues move together slowly. Sensually. And I’m ready to forget this party and climb onto that bed instead.
He must read my mind because he pulls back and says, “We don’t have to go to the party. We can stay right here all night.” He kisses me again, not waiting for an answer, and takes the bottom of my shirt and starts to pull it up.
I break the kiss so he can pull my shirt off. “I mean … it’s not a terrible idea.” My hands hook into the waistband of his jeans, and I tug. “What do you think? Stay or go?”
“Casey, let’s go!” Charlie knocks and yells from outside the door.
“Cockblocker,” he mumbles. “Give us five. Noelle is changing.”
“So, we’re gonna go?” I ask, torn between staying and going, more out of curiosity than anything.
“Yeah, let’s go for a little while, and then we can come back here later and finish this.” He places my hand on his cock.
“Promise?” I take his hand and put it between my legs.
“Fuck, pretty girl. I can feel your heat through your jeans. Are you wet for me?” He unbuttons my jeans and slides his hand inside my panties. “Goddamn.”
“Casey,” I moan.
Another knock, this one is harder.
“Yo! King! Let’s roll.” This time, it’s Silas.
Casey leans his forehead against mine. “Okay, let’s get this over with.” Then he pulls out his hand and traces my bottom lip with his fingers that were just in my underwear. He leans in and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “Sugar.”
I’m melting. Literally.
“Okay, let’s move. Do you want me to help you get dressed?” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.
“No! Because if you do, we definitely won’t leave.”
I shove him away from me, and he lands on his bed.
I change quickly, but once I’m dressed, I start to second-guess my outfit—mainly the white crop top that shows my stomach and, if I lift my arms, possibly the underside of my bra. Trey didn’t like when I showed any kind of skin, and I wonder if Casey feels the same.
“What do you think? Is this okay?”
“Of course it is. Half the people there will probably end up in their boxers and shit. You look amazing, as always.” He grabs my hips and pulls me toward him on the bed.
“Okay, but you think it’s okay for me to wear a crop top?” I rub my bare stomach with one hand.
He looks at me for a minute, then moves my hand and places kisses on my stomach. When he pulls back, he asks, “Is this about Trey?”
“No! I mean, not about him, but he didn’t like me wearing clothes that showed too much skin because he thought my stomach was too soft, so I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.” I place my hands on his shoulders.
Casey hangs his head for a minute and sighs. Then he kisses my stomach again before speaking. “Noelle, we’re in a fifty-fifty relationship here. You candresshowever you want.” He pauses. “And I’llundressyou whenever I want. But only because I want to see you naked and not because I have a say in what you wear. Come here.”
