Erotic story: He looks at me as he gives me the final push with his tongue
Cas's message sharpens everything between Roos and Jacques. Who makes it very clear that he has no intention of sharing her.
Jacques immediately noticed that Cas's message means more, that it's not just a friend checking in on me. I can do little else but confess. It feels somewhat like a liberation, but he is not amused. “I don’t share my women, Roos,” Jacques says as he pulls me a little closer to him in bed.
It made me angry and excited at the same time. I belong to no one, but somewhere it feels nice that he wants me so much for himself. I can't say that about Cas. I didn't respond to his message, but I know I'll see him this weekend. On the tennis court. Maybe he's out of my system, has Jacques erased him? The nervous feeling in my stomach tells me that I'm fooling myself.
On the tennis court, I carefully slalom around Cas. I keep my distance from him, that's the solution, but he clearly has a different plan. He lowers himself onto the bench next to our court and follows every move I make in my game. My body even reacts from a distance to his presence. I can almost feel him inside me again, his hands around my breasts, his tongue in my mouth. I swipe at the easiest ball ever and miss. “Shit,” I shout and slam my racket into the gravel. Anne raises her eyebrows at me and gestures that I need to focus.
“Hi Roos,” Cas says as he hands me a glass of white wine on the terrace after the match. His fingers brush against mine as I take it, and he looks at me just a little longer than necessary. I feel my resistance fading. I need to get out of here, this can't end well. I quickly turn around and set the glass down. I give Anne a fleeting kiss on her cheek, grab my bag and racket, and walk towards the bike rack, hoping Cas doesn't follow me.
As I unlock my bike, I feel someone standing close behind me. I quickly turn around with my keys at the ready, but then I see his familiar face. His hair still a bit wet from showering. Cas's eyes drift to my mouth and then to my breasts. ’What do you want from me, Cas?“ I ask as he takes a step closer. I feel the warmth of his body, with his fingers he pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He strokes my lower lip with his thumb and I feel the last bit of resistance crumble away. ”I want you,“ he whispers hoarsely in my neck. I feel the excitement through his thin tennis shorts. ”That can't be,“ I say softly. But Cas ignores my protest and his mouth finds mine. As his tongue brushes against my lips, they automatically part.
In the distance, I hear people grabbing their bikes from the rack, but here at the edge of the court, it's just Cas and me. His hands disappear under my skirt. He pulls my thong down and I carefully step out of it. The fresh air tickles between my legs. Cas grabs my butt and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me against the fence of the court. “Oh, you're always so ready,” Cas says breathlessly as he thrusts into me. He bites gently into my shoulder. With his index finger, he follows the outline of the bruise on my neck from the last encounter with Jacques, while he moves slowly inside me. In his gaze, I see that he knows where it’s from. I run my hands through his curly hair and inhale his scent.
Cas suddenly lets me go and sinks to his knees in front of me. He places one of my legs over his shoulder and buries his head between my legs. His tongue gently circles and his fingers move faster in and out of me. I close my eyes. It's just getting dusky, if someone walks onto the court then we have nowhere to hide. But I don't care anymore. My body tenses more and more, moving instinctively towards a climax. One hand grips my breast and the other disappears into his hair, I push my whole lower body against his mouth. Cas looks at me as he gives the final push with his tongue. I moan just a bit too loudly as I come shockingly hard and he has to hold me because my legs give way.
Cas turns me around and bends me over the fence along the court. His hands grip my hips tightly. I'm still shaking from the orgasm he just gave me and I'm wobbling on my legs. I grab the fence a bit tighter to keep my balance as Cas slowly, but increasingly harder thrusts into me. His hand moves to my lower back and I feel him sink even deeper inside me. His breathing becomes heavier, he moans loudly and he grips me even tighter as he comes inside me at the edge of the tennis court.
