So Into You (8 page)

"What d'you got there?"
She looked at his cup.

Phil took a drink and licked his
lips. "Hot chocolate. I can't stand coffee. I only get it because you ask
me to."

"God. Guilt people much? Now I
have to ask what you want. Sacrifice like that deserves some kind of
reward."

Shrugging, Phil just smiled walked away.

Back at her desk, she sighed at the
prospect of another long day in the trenches. Then her phone chimed with an
incoming text message.

So I'll pick you up around seven.

Yep, Phil had wanted something in
repayment. Thank God. Casey grinned and closed her phone.

After quickly texting back,
"See you then."

*~*~*~*

Just before seven that night, Casey
found herself contemplating what she was doing. Was she ready for some kind of
relationship? She had deliberately avoided meeting or getting close to anyone since
Dominic. And she liked having the upper hand in everything, even her
friendships. It made everything easier to deal with. She could control the
level of intimacy and if anything looked like it might develop, she could cut
it off at the root.

Well aware that her biggest fear was
falling hard for someone again, she knew she would find it difficult to trust
anyone too far. She was aware that for her, controlling her life outside work
was paramount. She wouldn't let go again. But Phil was nice, he wasn't pressing
her, he was good in bed and he respected her wishes. He listened.

Tiny darts of uncertainty prickled
at the base of her skull. Was she heading toward something she'd have to sever
some time soon? Or was she still in control?

Tonight might tell her more about
her situation and answer a few questions. Besides a nice dinner at some quiet
restaurant would be romantic. They could get to know each other better. They
didn't even have to have sex if she didn't feel like it. She knew Phil wouldn't
press her. He didn't seem to mind her being in control.

Which was all quite logical and
clear-sighted.

Except for the fact that within
minutes after Phil arrived, thoughts about a romantic dinner vanished in a puff
of passion. They never made it anywhere but the bedroom.

From the moment he stepped through
the door and looked at her, their lips collided and they devoured each other
hungrily. Hours passed as they kissed, caressed, and tried to touch every inch
of each other's bodies.

Finally on the bed, Casey fought for
breath. Phil was groaning as he pulled back out of her and she wrapped her legs
around his hips, arching upward to meet his hard thrusts.

This was much more erotic than the
couch at his apartment. That had been animalistic need mixed with some serious lust.
This was—something else.

She was completely naked after
stripping for him as he watched. And at last she had a clear view of what those
suits covered. Phil was lean and muscular and shaped just the way she liked.
Best of all was the astonishing way their bodies melded together. Legs
entwined, hips notched against each other, and every inch of her met every inch
of him in a welcome that seemed almost unreal.

She'd lost count of the times he'd
made her come.

Phil stared into her eyes and rested
his weight on her, while his hard cock sank deep inside. Her breasts pressed
against his chest as he brushed a couple strands of hair away from her face.
She hadn't felt like this—so completely overwhelmed and appreciated by a man—in
a very long time.

"God, you are so
beautiful." He let his lips softly brush against hers, "I don't want
this to end."

His words sent shivers through her
body and she ached with the need to feel him explode inside her. She wrapped
her arms around him and kissed him, filling her hands with his buttocks and
holding him as close as she could.

Some kisses are pecks of affection,
others a savage mess of lips and tongues.
This
was neither. This was a
kiss of pure emotion and passion.

She tightened her legs and felt her
inner muscles fist around his cock. "I want to feel you come, Phil. I want
to look into your eyes and see you come inside me. To see you let go and know
it was me that made you do it. Please, Phil, show me." Unafraid now, she
told him plainly what she wanted.

Her words sank in and within seconds
Phil started pushing in and out of Casey. Like a human jackhammer he drove
himself to the point of his release. She lay beneath him, holding one leg up
high so he could grind deeper inside her hot sanctum, trembling with the
pleasurable aftershocks of her orgasm.

"I can't hold back, I
can't…" He whispered the words, his breath hot on her face.

"Don't stop. Come inside me
Phil." Casey touched his cheek with her free hand, staring into his eyes.

Phil's eyes closed for a moment and
he groaned. Then he opened them obediently, and she could feel him throb within
her pussy. Again and again the spasms flexed inside, the hot flood of his cum
almost burning as he surrendered to a powerful release.

Finally he shivered a little and
collapsed on top of her, making her laugh and struggle to catch her breath.
"Help, I'm being squished."

He pushed himself up and rolled away
from her, taking care of the essential chores as he did so. He rolled back next
to Casey. "I'm going to have to buy stock in the condom company if we keep
this up."

She turned and snuggled back against
Phil's warm body, grabbed his arm and tucking it around her. "Whatever.
Just hold me, Phil."

She felt him tuck his head into the
pillow behind her. Her hair spread around her in a mussed cloud but she was too
tired to do a damn thing about it.

"This is nice." He
murmured quietly just above her ear. "I can breathe you in."

Her body was warm and his arms
around her gave her a sense of being protected. She felt oddly safe in so many
different ways, almost cherished. All of which caught her by surprise.

She moved. "Um, Phil? I need to
get some sleep. So you need to quit poking me with that." She smiled,
wiggling her ass against the growing hardness of his cock against her soft
skin. It was a real joy knowing she could get him aroused all over again. Then
she closed her eyes and her smile slowly faded. They stayed tangled together as
she drifted into sleep.

*~*~*~*

It had to be after three in the
morning. She'd awoken with a real need for the bathroom and Phil's snoring had
kept her awake for a little while afterward. Instead of lying there, Casey
decided to get up for a bit, hoping that moving around would settle her enough
to go back to sleep. She grabbed a T-shirt from Phil's folded laundry basket
and wandered out into his living room while slipping it on over her panties.

It was a nice apartment,
comfortable, surprisingly clean, and with a definite
guy
feel to it.

She'd ignored her phone, even though
it had been chirping all evening with incoming messages and texts. She was
mostly used to it, since her job was now global and the other side of the
planet didn't always understand time differences. But now seemed like a good
time to check her emails, since she was wide awake.

She sat at Phil's small desk and
stared contemplatively at his laptop, then reached out and opened it, the
sudden light of his superhero wallpaper making her blink. She pulled one leg up
against her chest, her usual way of stretching and relaxing. Absently, one hand
held her ankle while the other tapped at the keyboard and slid over the track
pad. Thankfully her mail was all mundane stuff. Nothing that wouldn't wait for
a day.

As she quietly closed the browser
and shut down the lid of the machine, a fairly large pad of pure white paper
caught her eye, sitting aslant of some folders on the shelf above the laptop.
Her name was written in bold letters across the front and they leaped out at
her in the half darkness left by the still glowing display screen.

She was curious, of course. Yet
would it be an invasion of his privacy if she took a look? True, they'd just
had incredible sex.

She thought about having him go down
on her, telling him what positions got her off and controlling how hard he
fucked her from behind. The dirty talking and the more aggressive nature of the
sex were different for her but it made her feel so incredibly hot.

Yes they had one hell of a sexual
relationship going, and for once any thoughts of Dominic hadn't even crossed
her mind, let alone gotten in the way of her orgasms.

Which was all well and good but
didn't really entitle her to go poking into Phil's private papers.

Accepting that thought, she shrugged
and reached out to the pad, putting it on the desk in front of her and tilting
up the laptop lid for some light. Yeah, she was a confirmed sinner. But there
was a strong possibility that Phil would forgive her. She hoped.

With fingers crossed, she turned the
first page.

And caught her breath at what she
saw.

Phil staggered into the dimly lit room,
his feet barely lifting from the floor as his sleep-numbed body still felt like
it was on autopilot. He rubbed his eyes and blinked as he saw Casey seated at
his desk. With his sketchbook open in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

She jumped and looked at him, her
face a mixture of emotions. "I…I…"

Phil walked over to the desk and saw
the gleam of tears on her cheeks. "What's wrong?"

Casey wiped her eyes. "I had no
idea, Phil."

He looked at the drawing on the
page. "I know I told you this was a hobby of mine." His gazed moved
to her face. "You weren't supposed to see that, though."

"Where did these come from?
Why…how…" Her breath hitched in her lungs as she stared at him.

"I draw what I see. And
sometimes how I feel. Everyone has something that inspires them. Other than the
obvious sexual attraction, which is insanely intense, I see you as a woman.
Beautiful, afraid, warm, and in a way… you make me feel alive Casey, make me
dream…"

His throat closed up as everything
around him faded into the background. All the waiting had paid off. He didn't
need a charcoal pencil to draw this, to draw her. She was here, warm, in the
flesh. And she was his.

He leaned over and kissed her,
gently. Almost reverently. "Casey." Trying to look beyond the surface
and down to her soul. "Let me take you again. Please."

He knelt down and put his hands on
her knees, spreading her legs apart. She struggled to move, her lips wet as she
licked them. Leaning into her body, Phil kissed her. But this kiss grew into a
fierce dance of tongues as he sucked and pulled at her slick heat with his
teeth.

"That's what I'm going to do to
your pussy." He slowly backed away, nipping and tugging at her bottom lip.
He ran his hand through his hair, pulling it back out of the way and grinning
wickedly at her. "I'm going to love this."

Heat radiated from her as he knelt
down. He could almost hear her thoughts as she fidgeted in front of him,
opening herself, flushing, her scent strong, her skin damp with perspiration.
Loud breaths rasped harshly as she panted and watched his every move.

He glanced around and saw what he
was looking for. The scissors on his desk shone briefly in the dim light and he
reached for them, then lowered them between Casey's open legs. It was his turn
to lick his lips in anticipation.

He knew that right this minute the
tables were being turned between them. He was now in command, rather than
letting her be in control. He jerked at her shirt, recognizing it as one of
his. But for what he planned, it didn't matter. It was loose on her slim frame,
but as he pulled on the hem it tightened around her. He could see her erect
nipples sharp against the clinging fabric. She was completely at his mercy.

He had bared her to her navel and
their gazes met as one of her hands drifted down between her legs and inside
her panties. He took a few moments to absorb the picture she made, spread wide,
leaning back in his office chair, her fingers toying with her clit. He could
see the liquid sparkle that told him she was soaked from excitement, and her
throaty little whimpers added that she was in dire need of fucking. He was
ready to shake her world and peel any remaining inhibitions away from her like
the skin of an orange.

He pulled her hand away and licked
the moisture from her fingers with a groan of pleasure. "Mmm."

She gasped and sighed.
"Phil…"

"Sssh. I'm gonna enjoy that
taste myself…in a minute." He paused, "But you are my work of art, my
inspiration."

Casey's body shuddered as he started
cutting through fabric and she anchored herself with a fierce grip on the arms
of the chair. The sound of the sharp blades rubbing together sent a shimmer of
adrenaline dancing along her nerve endings and the mixture of fear and
excitement became a powerful cocktail of sexual frenzy. Her fingers dug deeper
as he began to cut around the curves of her breasts. She arched up, the scissor
blade brushing against her nipple.