Page 17 of Not So Casual

“Fuck, I’ve never seen anything more perfect.” The bottom of his ass is hanging out, perfectly encased in the lace panties. His ass is so damn perfect, I’m already obsessed with it. My mouth waters, imagining what it would be like to taste him.

“You can touch me, you know?”

So, I do. With shaky hands, I reach out, massaging his butt with my hands.

Elias

Throwing my head back, I moan loudly, loving the feel of his hands on me. The way he’s rough but gentle at the same time. He’s taking his time exploring me, his fingers running under the lace, feeling every part of me.

Even though I love wearing lace panties, I’m always nervous to show it to new partners. While there are some who love it, there have always been those who are grossed out or think it’s weird. But for some reason, I knew Alexander wouldn’t think it was strange. And from the way he’s panting and groaning, his hands never leaving my skin, he fucking loves my panties.

His hands are replaced by his mouth, and I hold still, not wanting him to move away. He presses small kisses along the bottom of my ass, kissing his way up before pressing two light kisses into the dimples on my back.

I’ve never had a man caress my body like this before. He touches me as though he’s starved, and I’m the only thing that can fill him up. I’m not even naked yet, just standing here in my shirt and panties, and he’s devouring me. His hands grip my waist, pulling me back into his face. He mouths at my panties, a wet spot forming when I start leaking, before he grabs the side of them and pulls them down.

“Turn around, Elias,” he growls, my dick jerking in excitement.

Eagerly, I turn around, bracing my hands on his shoulders, while he gets onto his knees and nuzzles into my dick. Alexander looks up, keeping eye contact with me as he pulls the head of my cock into his mouth, sucking on it softly. He tugs on my panties, pushing them down my legs, and I quickly step out of them. I grab hold of his head, and pull him back toward me, pushing my dick back into his waiting mouth.

“So good,” I mumble, twisting my fingers in his silky soft hair.

My dick hits the back of his throat, and he swallows, a tingle racing down my spine. I thrust harder into his mouth, loving that he takes me deeper, moaning loudly. God, he fucking loves this.

Alexander pulls off and sits back on the couch, a bottle of lube in his hand. He pushes down his sweatpants, his dick popping up and hitting him in the stomach.

Pointing at the lube, I gasp out, “When’d you get that?”

“I have my ways.” He chuckles. “Now, take off your shirt and straddle me.”

Doing as he says, I get completely naked before straddling his lap. He flicks his thumb over my nipple, and I hiss, arching into him, craving more of him feeling up my body. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the feeling of having his hands on me. I’ve imagined him millions of different ways since I first met him, but none of them have compared to this. Reality is so much better than imagination.

Looking down, I see I’ve covered his stomach in pre-cum. I’ve always been a leaker, but never this much. Following my line of sight, he looks down and groans, swiping a finger through it and bringing it into his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so damn sexy, seeing how much you’re leaking for me. Knowing this puddle of pre-cum on my stomach shows how much you want me.” His eyes roll into the back of his head when he groans out. “And you taste so damn good. Fuck, I could survive off eating this all day, every day.”

Panting, I roll my hips, pressing myself down on him. His hand grasps both of our cocks, stroking us up and down. The vein in his arm bulges as he grips us both, and I gasp at the feel of both of our dicks side by side. His is long and thick, with a throbbing vein and purple head that’s dying to let loose, whereas mine is a little shorter but still thick and leaking profusely.

Tapping my side, he mutters, “Take over so I can prep you.”

Nodding my head, I smack his hand away and replace it with my own. The only sounds in the room are our pants and groans and a whimper that joins in when his finger rubs my hole. He massages me lightly in circles before his finger breaches me.

“Oh fuck, you’re sucking me right in. God, that’s so damn sexy. The way your hole is so greedy for me.”

“I—I mig—I might have already prepped,” I confess, thrusting myself down on his finger.

“Hell, yes.” He slaps my ass and more pre-cum dribbles out onto his stomach. “I can’t wait any longer.” His voice is a soft whisper, causing a tremble through my body. “I need your hole wrapped around me. Put the condom on my dick,” he says, while kissing up the side of my neck then sucking hard on the pulse point.

With hooded eyes, I lift my head, spotting the condom next to him on the couch. Snatching it up, I rip it open with my teeth then slowly scoot back on his legs and roll the condom down his shaft, giving him a few tugs. He hands me a bottle of lube, which I pour onto his dick. Grabbing hold of him, I lift myself up and line him up at my hole. I slide down on him, inch by glorious inch, enjoying every second of him entering me. When my ass touches his thighs, I sigh, resting my arms around his neck.

“Fuck me, Elias,” he growls out, his hand coming up and flicking my nipple.

Lifting up, I slam back down, fucking myself on him. I use his shoulders for leverage, while he grips my hips, guiding my body the way he wants. He’s fucking me from below and I love it. How he’s taking what he wants, showing me no mercy. My body is his to consume. He’s ruining me for anyone else.

One of his hands comes up to my throat and lightly squeezes, and that’s all it takes. I erupt all over his stomach, hands free. With his one hand on my throat and the other on my hip, he grips both tightly as he thrusts up a few more times before filling up the condom.

I fall forward, leaning my head against his shoulder, taking in big deep breaths. His fingers trace down my spine and my body trembles. Sex with Alexander is so damn good, but I can’t let him know that. If I even hint at it, he’ll end whatever this is. Knowing this isn’t what I want to do but have to do, I slowly climb off him, his dick sliding out of me as I stand up and back away.

Turning around, I look on the floor for my panties before stepping into them and pulling them up my legs. I put my pants on next, then throw on my shirt. Neither of us have said anything, and I’m refusing to make eye contact. I’m probably making this weird as hell, but whatever.