Rescuing Casey Page 23

  Her excitement and obvious arousal turned Beatle on even more. He sat up and kissed his way down her body. When he stopped above her pussy, she ran her hands over the short hair on his head.

  Beatle took hold of the elastic of her lacy underwear and asked, “May I?”

  “Please,” she moaned.

  Reverently, Beatle stripped her undies down over her hips, slowly exposing her feminine folds to his gaze. He stopped and licked his lips when the material bunched at her hips. Casey laughed and reached down to shove them the rest of the way off.

  Beatle didn’t know what he’d expected from their lovemaking. Oh, he knew they’d both be satisfied, but he hadn’t known exactly how Casey would react to his excitement. Because he was excited. Extremely so.

  But he shouldn’t have worried. As soon as she kicked off her panties, she put her feet flat on the mattress and dropped her knees open, giving him complete access to her pussy.

  Beatle managed a quick look up at her face to make sure she was as into this as he was, and saw her lick her lips in anticipation. Not needing any other reassurance, he placed his hands on her inner thighs, holding her open, and dropped his head.

  His first taste of her tangy sweetness made precome ooze from the tip of his cock. He ignored his own body’s needs and dove into the experience of eating Casey out. He licked. He sucked. He used his chin and the stubbly growth of his beard to arouse her. He fucked her with his tongue. He even used his finger to stimulate the nerves of her ass as he sucked on her clit.

  And through it all, Casey moaned and thrashed in delight under him. There were times he had to use his forearm to hold her down so she didn’t lose his mouth. He loved every second of it. Beatle had gone down on women before but most of them had just lain still under him. Occasionally moaning in delight and sometimes trying to direct him.

  But that had been years ago. He hadn’t been with a woman in longer than he could remember. And breaking his drought with Casey was so fucking erotic and exciting, he couldn’t believe it.

  Deciding he wasn’t going to be able to hold back his own orgasm for long, Beatle got to work. His mouth closed over her clit, creating suction, and he used his tongue as a mini vibrator right over the bundle of nerves. At the same time, he eased two fingers inside her soaking-wet sheath, stimulating the nerves there as he did what he could to push her to, and over, the edge.

  The combination of his tongue and fingers did their magic. Casey let out a small shriek and her legs clamped together around his head. Her hips lifted and her thighs trembled as a gush of wetness ran over his fingers. She came hard. Her whole body shook with it, and Beatle couldn’t remember ever being as turned on as he was right that moment.

  His cock had been leaking precome the entire time he’d been between her legs, and feeling her explode around and under him had been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He pulled his fingers out of her still-trembling body and whipped off his boxers in record time. Nudging her legs farther apart with his knees, he moved up her body. He grabbed the condom he’d managed to remove from his wallet before collapsing on the bed. He quickly smoothed it down his length and, without delay, pressed against her still-weeping opening

  “Yes, Beatle. Oh my God, yes,” she moaned, lifting her hips to help his entry.

  She was tight, and so fucking hot, but Beatle didn’t hesitate. He pushed through her spasming muscles until he was flush against her ass. He could feel her wetness soak his balls, and he closed his eyes, willing himself to hold on for just another minute.

  He felt Casey’s small hand snake around the back of his neck, and she pulled him down to her. Without regard to the release he knew was all over his face, Casey kissed him. Hard. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and took control of the kiss.

  Beatle was so turned on, so fucking excited and relieved she’d finally let him in, he started thrusting inside her even as they kissed. Pulling back with a gasp, Beatle tried to stop his hips, but couldn’t. As if his cock had a mind of its own—and it was debatable at this time if it didn’t—he pressed in and out of Casey’s cunt as if he’d never get enough of her.

  “I can’t wait…fuck…you feel so good,” he ground out, trying to think of baseball stats. But since he couldn’t think of the name of one fucking player, he wasn’t having any luck.

  Casey wasn’t helping. She brought her arms above her head and arched her back under him, stretching as if she were a cat lazing in the sun. “Fuck me, Beatle. Take what you need.”

  So he did. His head dropped and he held himself up with his hands on either side of her. His hips pistoned as his cock thrust in and out of her. The sounds their bodies were making would’ve been embarrassing if they weren’t so fucking erotic. She was so wet, he slid in and out of her with ease. She felt so good around his dick, Beatle knew it was only a matter of time before he came.

  He brought his eyes up to hers. “I’m going to come. You feel too good. I can’t—” He groaned when Casey squeezed her inner muscles as he pressed in, making it harder for him to get inside. And tighter.

  “Fuck, yeah. Do that again,” he ordered as he pulled back.

  She did.

  With two more thrusts, Beatle knew he was done. He slammed into her as far as he could get, moving a hand down to her ass to open her up so he could get even farther inside. She tightened her Kegel muscles and it felt as though she were strangling his dick.

  Nothing had ever felt so amazing in all his life. Beatle came.

  His come spurted out of his dick so hard, he was afraid it would bust the condom. But he didn’t care. His dick twitched once. Then twice. Then again and again. It felt as if he hadn’t come in years, when he knew for a fact he’d jacked off in the shower just that morning as he’d thought about Casey.

  Finally, when he thought he was done, Beatle let go of her ass and caught his body weight on his hands once more. He felt Casey’s hand slip between their bodies and move downward.

  He knew what she was doing, but his mind was having a hard time firing on all cylinders after the most intense orgasm he’d ever had in his life.

  He felt her fingers brush against his lower body as she began to finger herself.

  “You feel so good inside me,” she told him, holding his gaze with her own as she flicked her clit.

  Beatle could feel every twitch of her inner muscles on his softening cock. Not wanting to miss a second of what she was doing, he forced himself to his knees. He sat back and hauled her body up his thighs. Her pelvis was now tipped upward, and she was resting on her shoulder blades. He anchored her to him, making sure to keep his cock buried deep inside her body as she pleasured herself.

  “Make yourself come,” he ordered. “I want to watch.”

  Without protest, Casey’s hand began to move faster over her sensitive clit.

  Beatle’s fingers flexed against her waist, but he kept his hands to himself. His eyes were glued between her legs and how she was pleasuring herself.

  She wasn’t being gentle, either. No soft strokes for her. She was using two fingers and rubbing her swollen clit as fast as she could. Beatle knew when she got close, he recognized the signs from when his face was between her legs, but this time he felt her trembles around his waist and on his cock.

  “That’s it, Case. Fuck yourself on my cock. Get yourself there. So fucking beautiful.”

  As soon as the last word was out of his mouth, she exploded in her second orgasm of the night. Sweat was beaded on her forehead and he could feel her damp skin under his hands at her waist. Her legs tightened around him and her inner muscles clenched down on him so hard, she pushed his now soft cock out of her body. Beatle felt a gush of her juices soak his thighs, and it was the most amazing feeling ever.

  He might not have physically given her that second orgasm, but it was glorious to behold. Even more so because she trusted him enough to touch herself in front of him.

  They sat like that for a long moment, Casey recovering from her orgasm, and Beatle simply enjoying
the feel and sight of her lying naked and open on the bed in front of him.

  Finally, she shifted and blushed as she looked up at him. “Should I be embarrassed?” she asked quietly.

  “Fuck no,” he told her immediately. “In fact, I think every lovemaking session of ours should end that way.”

  “I can’t get off without direct stimulation to my clit. No offense to you and your cock,” she teased, biting her lip.

  “None taken. I have no problem making sure that beautiful little clit of yours is stimulated from here on out.”

  Her blush deepened as she admitted, “I have a vibrator back home that I usually use. Do you think…maybe we could experiment with one while you’re inside me?”

  The image her words brought to his mind made Beatle groan. “Yeah, sweetheart. We can definitely do that. I need to go take care of this condom. Crawl under the covers while I’m gone, yeah?”

  “Okay,” she readily agreed.

  Beatle helped her shift her body weight until he was out from under her. He stood and leaned over her when she was settled. Then he kissed her on the forehead and whispered, “I’ll be right back.”

  When he returned to the bedroom, Casey hadn’t moved. She still lay on her back right where he’d left her. He didn’t bother to pull on his boxers, but scooted under the covers and gathered her into his arms like he’d done every night since he’d found her in the jungle.

  Without hesitation, she assumed her normal position: cheek resting on his shoulder, hand on his chest, one leg hitched up over his thigh. The fact that they were both naked made the position all the more intimate.

  “Thank you,” Beatle said softly.

  “For what?”

  “For giving me you. I was serious earlier. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe and happy. If I do something that irritates you, tell me. I’m not a mind reader, and the last thing I want to do is be a shitty boyfriend.”

  “I don’t think you could be a shitty boyfriend if you tried,” Casey said sleepily.

  “I’m glad you think that, but it’s not true,” Beatle said dryly. “Just promise to tell me if something’s bothering you. It doesn’t matter if it’s about me, your friends, your job, or anything else. Okay?”

  “Okay. Beatle?”

  “Yeah, sweetheart?” he said, repressing the chuckle. She really was cute when she was tired and exhausted from two orgasms.

  “We didn’t talk about my phone call.”

  Beatle stiffened, but kept up the soft brushing of her hair with his fingers, not wanting to do anything that would make her tense up.

  “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he reassured her.

  “Okay.”

  He turned his head and kissed her forehead in the same place he did every night. “Sleep well, beautiful.”

  “You too,” she mumbled.

  Beatle had been exhausted and completely relaxed a second ago. Now he was wired and anxious. He knew the woman in his arms well enough to know that if she’d brought up the call, she was worried about it.

  He forced himself to relax. There wasn’t anything he could do about it now. Besides, they were safe right where they were. Talking about the mysterious call could wait.

  * * *

  At an airport in Florida, three women were settling into their seats on the redeye flight to the Dallas/Fort Worth airport.

  “You’re sure it’s okay that we’re going out there?” Jaylyn asked. Then added, “Maybe I should just call her and let her know?”

  “I’m positive,” Doctor Marie Santos said. “And no, you shouldn’t call her,” she continued harshly, then tempered her tone. “When I talked to Casey, she told me when she spoke to you last time, it brought back lots of scary feelings for her. She asked me to tell you to hold off on any calls until she sees you in person again.”

  Jaylyn nodded her head, but still looked concerned.

  “I’m nervous to see her,” Kristina admitted. “I mean, the last time we saw her, we were in that hut, you know?”

  The doctor patted the college student on the hand. “I know. It’ll be fine. We’ll all talk. Find out if anyone remembers anything out of the ordinary that you haven’t already told the authorities. Once everything is out in the open between all of us, things will go back to normal.”

  “I’m sure you’re right,” Jaylyn said, closing her eyes and settling back in the narrow seat.

  “Of course I am,” Marie murmured under her breath.

  “How do you know where she’s staying?” Kristina asked.

  “She told me, sweetheart,” Marie answered. “Now, try to get some sleep. The next few days will probably be tough, but don’t worry, I’ll be here to walk you through everything.”

  “We’re really lucky to have you helping us,” Jaylyn said.

  “Yeah. You’ve really gone above and beyond. Thank you,” Kristina added

  Marie smiled at the girls, and then turned to look out the window of the plane. She’d actually gotten Casey’s address from the dean. Marie had told the other woman she wanted to send Casey some flowers, to let her know she was thinking about her, and the dean gave it over without a second thought.

  Marie turned her mind from the ignorant dean, and thought about her greatest achievement yet to come.

  The paper she’d written about the psychological effects of kidnapping, and how the human mind was able to cope with such a horrific experience, was just about finished.

  In a month or so, it’d be ready for publication.

  It was too bad her main subject had been rescued.

  She was supposed to die in that hole in the jungle, never to be found again.

  If she had, the psychological stress the other students would’ve experienced would likely have been tenfold what it was now. Which would’ve made for a more robust academic discussion in her paper. But since Casey had managed to get herself rescued…

  Marie still wasn’t sure how that had come about; obviously, the locals she’d hired were incompetent. But now that Casey was alive, Marie needed to do what she could to get as much information from her and the girls as possible so she could weave it into her paper.

  But more importantly, Marie had to make sure Casey didn’t remember anything that would tie what had happened back to her. She’d been careful, but was now second-guessing if she’d been careful enough. The natives she’d hired had definitely been a bunch of idiots. There was no telling what they’d said within earshot of the girls.

  She was fairly sure Jaylyn and Kristina didn’t know anything about who was behind their kidnapping; she’d certainly grilled them long and hard. But she wasn’t so sure about Casey. She had a bad feeling about her colleague.

  There was no way she’d let the stupid bug teacher ruin her research.

  If the university had let her run her experiment the way she’d wanted in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. It was all their fault! And Casey Shea’s—for not dying the way she was supposed to.

  But as long as she didn’t remember anything that would lead back to her, Marie figured she could use Casey’s experiences as a follow-up. Casey might have questions about the article Marie was going to publish, but she could simply tell her it was just a coincidence it included a lot of the things that had happened to her and the students she took with her to Costa Rica.

  And if Casey was recovering as well as it sounded, that was a significant finding. Marie had to figure out why, and include that in her paper as well.

  Closing her eyes and pretending to sleep as the plane took off, Marie ran through her plan in her mind once more. Casey was too polite to tell them to leave. Marie could use her concern for her precious students against the other teacher. As long as Casey didn’t remember anything, she’d be fine. But if she did…Marie would have to make sure she couldn’t expose her.

  The most important thing was her research.

  A grin spread across the older woman’s face. She knew some people thought she was too old to continue to teach,
and that she should retire. But she’d show them. She’d publish her research and get the praise she was due.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Two days later, Casey woke up slowly to the most delicious feeling.

  Beatle.

  She smiled, but kept her eyes closed even as she arched into his touch.

  His fingers were between her legs, slowly stroking her.

  “Morning,” she said lazily.

  “Morning, sweetheart,” he murmured. His fingers began to move faster, and harder, in just the right place. Before she had time to think, Casey was orgasming.

  Beatle had woken her up this way the day before as well. Just like yesterday, when she’d stopped twitching and moaning, he brought his fingers up to his mouth. She loved the satisfied and content look in his eyes as he did it.

  Unlike yesterday, when he pulled her out of bed and into the shower, today, he leaned forward and kissed her lightly. “Go back to sleep. It’s still early. I have to go into work this morning.”

  “Mmm-kay.”

  “I’ll be back at lunch. We’ll make time to talk about that phone call the other day.”

  They hadn’t had a chance because yesterday had been busy from the second they’d woken up until they went to bed. And once they’d gotten horizontal, talking had been the last thing on either of their minds.

  “Okay,” she repeated. Casey truly did want to talk to Beatle about her conversation with Marie Santos. It still wasn’t sitting well with her, and she really wanted to get his take on it.

  “You have an appointment with the psychologist this morning, right?” Beatle asked.

  “Yeah. It’s at nine.”

  “Blade said he’d take you. He’ll be here at eight-thirty. That work for you?”

  “That’s great,” she told him. He’d been adamant that if she needed to go anywhere, either him or one of the guys on the team would take her. She didn’t know if it was because he really thought she was still in danger, or if he was simply trying to make her life easier. Eventually she’d have to go back to Florida and get her car and other stuff…if she really was moving to Texas, that is.