Page 39 of InfraRed
I tug at the tresses wrapped in my fingers hard enough to make her eyes snap open. Blown pupils stare at me, and I see the doubt in them, making me wonder how often she’s done this. How often has she imagined I was touching her, only to remind herself it was a dream? “You dream about me often, Sunflower?” My lips curl when her eyes widen, awareness that this is reality setting in. I dip my head, tracing my tongue over her puffy lips. “If you knew how many times I dreamed of you, you’d get a restraining order. This,” I grind myself against her, showing her how she affects me, “is why I stayed away, Casey. It is the only problem you’ve ever caused me.” I lean down to her ear, circling my tongue around the shell. “You are forbidden territory, Casey. Absolutely taboo.” I suck her lobe between my lips, biting untilshe gasps. “Everything about my desire for you is wrong. I should be locked away for the filthy things I want to do to you. Do you know how badly I want to sink my cock into your tight cunt?” Her breath hitches.
I take her mouth again, my hands drifting down her body, hooking beneath her legs, and lifting her until they wrap around my waist. I spin, walking us a few feet before shoving a chair out of the way with my foot and lowering her on the dining table.
Desire and hunger fuel me, and in seconds, I have her thin tank top over her head and my mouth latched onto her tit. She quakes beneath me, and my brain tells me to slow the fuck down before I scare the hell out of her, but I can’t. I’m not in control. Not of my thoughts. Not of my actions.
Goosebumps pebble her flesh as I kiss and bite over her ribs and down her stomach, my tongue swirling her cute little belly button before I trek lower. Her breath catches when I reach the waistband of her shorts, another violent shudder rocking her body. My thumbs hook in the band, and I tug them down her long legs.
I stand, spreading her knees wider as I drag a finger through her glistening slit. I bite my lip as I lift my eyes to hers. My heart beats in sync with her quick breaths as I pull her to the edge of the table, push her knees back, and lower my face to her begging pussy with a grin
“For the record, if anyone is going to teach you anything about sex, it will be me.” I drag my tongue through her needy slit with one long slow swipe. Nirvana. The instant her flavor hits my tongue, I’m forever addicted. The most intoxicating drug known to man lies between her legs. This is it. I’m done. If one taste can create this type of euphoria, then once I’m inside of her, it will be game over. There will be no turning back, and I’m not even mad about it.
I lap and lave at her hot pussy, spearing her with my tongue until she’s a writhing mess with her fingers digging into my scalp. Her back arches as tiny whimpering pleas fall from her lips. I’m not even sure she knows what she’s asking for.
But I know what she needs and what I want. I replace my tongue with a finger, sinking deep inside her tight hole, curling as I pump into her. My lips wrap around her clit, sucking the tight nub and flicking my tongue over and over.
Her pussy spasms, squeezing my fingers as her climax floods my fingers. Every muscle in her body goes taut as my name spills from her lips.
I continue working her body until the last shudder, then rise over her, staring into her hazy, blissed-out eyes. I lean down, slanting my mouth over hers. “You taste like the best kind of whisky, Sunflower.”
Her mouth parts, but before she can say a word, the mood is spoiled by a knock at the door. My brows furrow, wondering who’s here to see her as hers shoot to her forehead, panic replacing the ecstasy. “Expecting someone?” I growl.
“D-dad.”
Of course, it’s Liam. Fucking cockblock is no doubt here to make sure I’m not. I lean back and drag my hand through my hair, then grab Casey’s clothes from the floor. “Get dressed.”
When I turn, she bolts upright, covering herself with her discarded clothing, and grabs my arm. “What are you doing?”
“Answering the door.”
“No!” she whisper-shouts. She looks at the door and back at me. “You can’t answer it. I’ll answer it.”
She quickly pulls her clothes back on and starts for the door. I grip her wrist, stopping her. “You are not answering the doordressed like that.”
Her mouth opens, presumably to argue, but another knock sounds, followed by a voice I’m afraid just undid everything that happened in the last hour.
Casey
Case, are you there?” Dad’s voice echoes from the other side of my door. “What’s wrong with your phone?”
I knew it was him when I heard the knock. Lily warned me he was coming, and I got caught up in… My cheeks flame as my mind goes back to moments ago.
Oh, God!
What did I do? How did that even happen? Why didn’t I stop it?
He had his hands all over me. His mouth…
It was like last night when the alcohol dulled my mind, or when I take my meds. His touch did the same, but it was even better because I wasn’t completely numb. I still felt the pleasure.
But like any drug, the consequences are harsh.
What must I look like? What must he think of me for allowing it? I have never done anything like that before. No one has ever touched me like that.
Will Dad be able to tell? Will he take one look at me and know I broke my promise? See my disheveled state and be disappointed in me.
My chest heaves as I gasp a shaky breath. Embarrassment and regret rip through me. My heart thrashes against my ribs, and fire erupts behind my eyes.
Thick fingers wrap around my jaw, dragging my gaze from the door to dark eyes that swirl with fury. “Stop,” he growls. “Calm down and go answer the door.”