I reach for his pants, but he chuckles softly and pulls my hands away, kissing the tips of my fingers before looking into my eyes.
“Do you want to lead? Because I’ll let you,” he offers with a smile.
“No, that’s okay,” I reply quickly, shaking my head. Casey chuckles good-naturedly as he gets to his feet, reaching down for me to help me scoot toward the edge of the bed.
Using the tips of his fingers, he tilts my chin up, and as I look into those soulful eyes of his, I hear the sound of his zipper.
“Have you done this before?” he asks as he shifts slightly in front of me and I nod. I have with Richter, many times before, because he likes the way it feels.
And while I’ve never admitted it to him, sometimes I like the way it feels too.
“If anything makes you feel uncomfortable at any time, tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” Casey says softly as he places a hand on my shoulder, bringing me a little closer to him.
Just by offering a reprieve, something that my brother has never done, I already know that I won’t stop him. Casey is making this about both of us, not just him. That’s not something Dad taught Richter to do.
In the bedroom is where you show her just how much the man of the house you are. You make damn sure she does what you say, when you say, and how you say it. If she fucks up, throw her into the oubliette for a few days and let her think about it. She’ll do better next time, son.
As Casey gently presses the head of his hard cock against my lips, I decide that there’s no way he’s an actual Greene. He wouldn’t allow me an escape route, nor would he be so caring with his love.
I let him part my lips, my eyes still trained on his, waiting for instruction like I would with Richter, but instead, a smile creases his lips as a shuddering breath escapes him—and he waits.
“It’s okay, Skylar. I promise,” he says with a nod, and that’s when I begin.
I raise a hand, wrapping it around his shaft, and slowly start to move my head up and down his length. Casey’s breath hitches when he moves his hand from my shoulder, resting it on the back of my head.
A soft moan escapes him as I begin to swirl my tongue around his flesh, continuing to bob my head, my hand trailing after my mouth’s movements.
He groans slightly and I open my eyes to look up at him. I don’t know if I’m messing this up, or hurting him, but when I see the way his eyes look—so hazed over with love, I continue.
A few more strokes of his cock with my tongue and hand and he lets out a chuckle, giving me the gentlest shove away.
“It’s your turn now,” he tells me, leaning down to pick me up and place me in the middle of the bed like I don’t weigh a thing.
“My turn?” I ask in confusion as he begins to pull my pants down.
Casey stops for a moment, tilts his head to the side, then shakes his head, the smile still prominent on his handsome face as he reaches for my underwear next. Without another word spoken between us, he pulls them down and tosses them over the side of the bed, lying down with his head between my legs.
“Mm. You smell good,” he murmurs, wrapping his hands around my thighs before he looks up at me. “Are you doing okay?”
I nod, still feeling a little confused at why he felt that I would get a ‘turn.’ When Richter goes down on me, it’s always because he wants to and not because it’s my ‘turn.’
“Good,” he replies quietly.
Instinctively, I reach up to grip the sheets above my head. I don’t know how this is going to feel when someone else—
“Oh, God,” I grunt as he begins to gently use the tip of his tongue to tease my clit.
This is so much different than Richter. Somehow, Casey knows exactly where my spot is, and he stays there, teasing me for a few more agonizing seconds before he slips his tongue into my core.
I grunt and let go of the sheets, reaching down for a fistful of his hair, and I do my best not to squeal, squawk, or scream.
None of it would be borne of forced intentions but, for the first time, honestly feeling completely fucking loved in a moment with someone.
Unlike someone I still haven’t learned to love in the way he wants me to.
I should feel ashamed.
I’m betraying Richter again, but the only thing I feel as Casey begins to lap at me is the need for more.
“Does this feel good?” he asks after he pulls his mouth away and slips a finger into me.
“Yes,” I manage to croak out.
He slides another finger into my wet opening and begins to move them in and out. His movements are gentle but commanding—he wants what Richter is always after, but the one thing my brother has to work so hard for is much easier for Casey to elicit from me.
He shifts on the bed again and begins to lick my clit, continuing the teasing thrusts with his fingers.
My eyes close tightly as the world around starts to become distant, hazy, and a little too far away. But I also know that the moment I come crashing back down to Earth, he’ll be satisfied as long as I am.
I don’t hear the door open nor the sudden silence in the room. The only thing I know is the moment I’m in; the only thing I hear is my own labored breathing, and the man that’s causing all of it dutifully working for his reward.
A hand gently runs down the side of my
