Birthday Boy — Casey Sheridan

Her eyes fluttered open and settled on the clock that sat on the nightstand.

Seven thirty, the time glowed back at her. That’s too early to be up, she thought.

Her sleepy gaze fell to the wrapping paper sitting in the chair across the room and, as she remembered what day it was, an impish grin spread across her face while an idea formed in her head.

She gingerly rolled herself over to her other side. Resting her elbow on the pillow, she propped her head in her hand and watched him sleep. He lay on his back with his head turned away from her, the sheet covering his hips and one leg. 

Her gaze followed his handsome profile before dropping to his broad shoulders and muscular chest. She loved the feel of the crisp hairs of his chest on the palms of her hands and was tempted to reach out touch him, but she didn’t want to wake him. At least not yet.

She let her gaze travel over his hard, flat stomach before her eyes settled on the sheet.  She knew under that he wore a pair of navy blue briefs and her mind tried to think of a way to get them off without waking him up.

She quietly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After combing her hair and brushing her teeth, she made her way back into the bedroom where he still slept peacefully.

Very slowly she slid the sheet down and off his body, tossing it across the bed.  She stood and stared at his briefs for a moment. She had to get them off. 

His breathing was deep and even. After working a twelve-hour shift in the scorching heat the day before, he should sleep like a log. A little jostling shouldn’t wake him.

Gently she started to move the waistband down his hips, being careful not to pull or tug too hard. She held her bottom lip between her teeth as she shimmied the briefs past his ass – no easy task since he was lying on his back. Her body froze and her heart felt like a jackhammer pounding in her chest as he started to stir.

No, no, no.  Please don’t wake up yet.

She held her breath until he stopped stirring and she silently thanked God for not letting him wake up while she continued her mission of removing those damned briefs.

Once the briefs were free of his body she tossed them on the floor and swore she would burn every last pair he had. They were a nuisance anyway.

After making herself comfortable on the bed between his legs, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and secured it with one of her hair bands. This was something she wanted to see, to watch his reaction when he woke. It wouldn’t do to have her hair blocking the view. 

His cock was only semi-hard, but it still made her mouth water. She brought her mouth down and sucked one of his balls into her mouth then swirled her tongue around it.  She knew how much he liked that when he was awake and the deep breath he took now told her he liked it when he was asleep as well. She let the one free and sucked the other one in, wondering what he could be dreaming about at a time like this.

She ran her tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock and kissed his shaft just under the head. His cock jumped as if it was coming to life and she marveled at the fact that it seemed to be growing before her very eyes.

Taking it into her hand, she twirled her tongue around the head before placing it in her mouth and sucking on it. His skin tasted good and she slid more of his hardening cock into her mouth loving the feel of it against her tongue. The curls of his pubic hair tickled her nose before she started to move her mouth back up his shaft.

Stroking her hand up and down his rod, her tongue played with the head. His cock was rock solid and when she raised her eyes he was awake and watching her. She took all she could of him into her mouth, then watched as his eyes rolled back and his head fell against the pillow.

“Oh, god that’s good,” he groaned.

She loved it when he watched her suck his cock. It sent a warm heat over her body when their eyes met. Just hearing the sounds of pleasure he made was enough to make her pussy wet. She reached a hand down between her legs to slip a finger between the lips of her pussy to find that she was dripping wet from arousal. 

Her mouth moved over the length of his hard cock, the head lightly tickling the back of her throat as she massaged his balls, his hips thrusting up with her rhythm. When his hands made it to her hair, she knew he would be coming soon. Over and over again, her wet mouth moved over his cock, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. 

Finally, he gave one last groan as his muscles tightened. She looked up to see the contorted look of ecstasy on his face as he shot his cum, hitting the roof of her mouth and running down her chin. She continued to stroke every drop from his body until he gave her a tap on the shoulder to let her know she should stop.

He lay there with his eyes closed, muscles quivering, and a light dew of perspiration blanketing his skin. She kissed a trail up his body while she slowly crawled over him, giving him time to recover.

Once she reached his lips, she gave him a quick kiss and he opened his eyes to give her a smile. “That’s the best way to wake up in the morning.”

She returned his smile. “Happy birthday, Jamie.”

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Like most authors, Casey Sheridan began reading and writing when she was very young.  She read her first romance book at the age of fifteen, but didn’t realize what was missing until later in life when she read her first piece of erotica. It was on a dare that she wrote her first erotic story and loved it so much she never stopped.

Casey’s short fiction has appeared on The Erotic Woman, For the Girls and Justus Roux.

Casey is a member of Passionate Ink, Romance Writer’s of America, The Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal chapter of RWA, and Erotic Authors Association.