Page 75 of Fever Dream
Monday brings about some level of normalcy both between Casey and me and the entire East Coast Fever football club. The eyes of the league are not as heavily focused on us this week but it’s not like we drop back into obscurity either. Saturday’s win against the Dragons cannot be understated for this club. It put the Fever on the map, made the league sit up and take notice of the fledgling club, ready to step out onto centre stage for the first time.
The energy in this place has not diminished either. Even the walls are buzzing. The Fever are due to play our cross-town rivals, the Sydney Sails, this coming weekend which means a rare fortnight of no travel. Coach capitalises on this and uses it to push the team to their limits with high intensity, focused tactical training and skills development.
Which also means that my dear, darling Casey is shattered at the end of each night and has voluntarily gone home to sleep on his own all week. I know that must mean he really is exhausted because nothing else has worked to diminish his enthusiasm for me so far.
And maybe it’s because Coach has pushed the team so hard during the week that Friday’s Captain’s run is lighter and more fun than usual. The boys are energetic and they’re laughing more out there too. It’s beautiful to see.
Casey has a pep in his step when he finds me in the treatment room after the run. I recognise the glint in his eye as he leans up against the doorframe, sex personified.
“Hello,” he says. He crosses his arms over his chest, and I know he does this to show off his impressive biceps for me. Sadly, I am far too weak to not look.
“Hello,” I return, gaze sliding down his body and back up to the smug grin on his face.
“You done for the day?”
“I am,” I tell him, leaning back against the bench. “Want to come back to my place? I’ll make you a nice, nutritious dinner for tomorrow’s game.”
He grins at me, pure sin on that gorgeous face. “Yeah, cos that’s what I really want from you, H. A free dinner.”
“Thought so,” I grin back. He smiles at me, blue-green eyes shining with life and energy and damn, he is beautiful. It hits me right in the stomach, just like it always does, but the accompanying butterflies and pounding heart are new.
We beeline for the carpark, and I slide into Casey’s Range Rover. He seems a little less patient with the traffic this afternoon, foot a little heavier on the gas. We arrive at my apartment and Casey parks in my allotted parking space that only he ever uses.
We’re kissing by the time the door closes on us, safely encased in the four walls of my apartment. I love this, kissing Casey, angling his head so I can plunge my tongue as deep as I can get in. Nothing feels better than kissing Casey.
I nudge him along in the direction of my sofa. He catches on and we shift that way, neither of us prepared to break the kiss even if it means bumping into the armchair or the coffee table on the way. He laughs as he pulls me down on top of him, spread out like a delicious treat on my sofa.
“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” I murmur, hiking his top up to rain kisses down his body. “I saw you parading for me earlier today. Trying to make me horny for you.”
“That was because you were so blatantly checking me out,” Casey chuffs, moaning when I lick between his abs.
“I’m always checking you out, sweet,” I reply on a laugh. “Tell me what you want, Casey. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”
“You can do whatever you want to me, H. Consider my body free use. Just choose a hole and slide on in.”
He drapes his arms above his head, arching his body like he’s presenting himself as an offer to me. My tortured groan sounds more like a whimper. Those words. Honestly, is he trying to kill me?
I’m still deciding which hole I want most when I reach his waistband and tug. His dick springs free and I smile up at him, watching me with heated eyes.
My phone rings in my back pocket. I curse it and throw it onto the coffee table. Whoever it is can wait. This is far more important as I dip my head lower. Of course, Casey being Casey just has to know who I’m ignoring so I shouldn’t be surprised when he leans across to pick up my phone.
“It’s your mum,” he tells me.
“I’ll phone her back later,” I grumble, right as I dip my tongue into his slit.
“You can’t ignore your mamma, H,” Casey says, voice shaky as his hips chase my tongue. “She gave birth to you. She deserves your call.”
I huff. “Ireallycan’t talk to my mum right now, sweet.”
I convince myself that’s the end of discussion when the ringing stops and I continue my exploration of Casey’s dick. My life shatters into a million pieces when I hear the worst timed words of my entire existence.
“Harrison?” That’s my mum. Yeah, that’s my mum’s voice speaking to me while I’m licking my lover’s dick. I exhale and glare up at him, smiling sweetly back as he holds the phone between us on speaker.
“Hello, mother,” I say, sending daggers at Casey.
“Darling. How are you?” she exudes in her crisp Queen’s English. “You sound out of breath.”
I sigh and shoot Casey another glare. “Yes sorry, just … busy with a client.” Casey grins at me,grinsas he pokes my side. I swat his hand away. I don’t like him a whole lot right now. He’sliterally just lying there, dick poking out of his shorts while he grins at me like the cat that got the cream. He’s a pain. That’s what he is.
