20. Shadow In Their Mind

Casey POV

I think I’m losing my mind. I’m in the same room as Anthony. He’s sound asleep in my bed, totally guilt-free. I let him back into my life with just a kiss. I stared at Anthony sleeping. Meanwhile, my mind was racing everywhere. I was totally distracted by Noah, remembering what we did this afternoon. When I was naked with him, when we fucked, I just couldn’t forget what we did.

“Huh!” I sighed.

My body was tense. I remembered Noah’s eyes, wanting me, his muscular body adorned with tattoos that made him look so masculine. Those moans and ragged breaths were so unsettling, and they brought something out in me. Something I couldn't explain.

Without even realizing it, my hand was rubbing my own chest as I closed my eyes, imagining the action I had with Noah earlier. I couldn’t resist, my hand slipped down, into my underwear.

“Hmph!”

I almost let out a moan, quickly glancing at Anthony. He was still out cold, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to touch myself. I rubbed my pussy with slow movements. The image of Noah appeared again. When he touched me, it gave me warmth and pleasure.

My body was writhing as if electricity was flowing through my veins. I wanted to thrust my hips but I didn’t want to wake Anthony.

My eyes opened then closed again. My hand movements got faster, more out of control. I covered my mouth with my hand, even biting it, I just couldn’t hold back.

“Ahh!”

I shot up. Startled because I let out a loud moan after something inside me peaked.

“Casey, what’s wrong?” Anthony woke up. I immediately pulled my hand away and acted like nothing happened.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied. “Just a dream.”

Anthony got up, then gently touched my cheek. What always made me melt for him was how he treated me, always making me think he was a good guy sent from heaven just for me. Anthony really was a gentle guy.

“You had a bad dream, Casey?”

“Ahh, yeah…” I was forced to lie. Anthony couldn’t know I was playing with my hand and imagining fucking Noah.

Anthony reached for me, pulling me to lie down. He hugged me tight, trying to calm me down.

“It’s okay. I’m here, Honey. Go to sleep.”

I couldn’t say anything. I don’t know, I didn’t feel anything with Anthony’s hug, that feeling of love and comfort that used to always be there, especially when he hugged me, that used to be the most comforting thing, but now I don’t feel it anymore. What’s wrong with me? Have I changed? Is this because I had sex with Noah? But I wasn’t planning on continuing anything with Noah earlier, I just felt like I couldn’t control my lust when I was with him. I know Noah’s a jerk. So, I don’t want to repeat it. Besides, Noah probably won’t have sex with me again anyway. He already told me that.

I tried to sleep, even though it was hard.

***

Noah POV

I was in front of a salon, Sherly’s workplace. She’d just come out, looking like a salon employee. When she saw me, she jogged over, grinning wide.

“Hey, Handsome. You came.”

“Let’s go,” I said, nodding my head back, gesturing for Sherly to get on my bike.

“You’re in such a hurry.”

“Come on, Sherly.”

Sherly immediately hopped on the bike, wrapping her arms around me from behind without hesitation. I took her to my place, the same place I brought Casey.

It didn’t take long until we got to my pad, a place that’s just for me, even though I sometimes bring women over for some fun, but the rule is none of them can stay the night. I don’t like sleeping over with strangers.

When we arrived, Sherly and I went inside. Sherly had barely put down her bag when I grabbed her, pulling her into a brutal embrace. I devoured her lips with burning passion. My lust was uncontrollable. Lust mixed with anger. I didn’t want anything but to get off. My mind was wired, I had to release this surging rage. Sex was the perfect way to get rid of my anger.

“Wow, Noah. You’re so passionate. Do you want me that bad?” Sherly unbuttoned her blouse, but I thought it was pointless. I ripped it off her by force.

“My uniform…”

“Fuck your uniform. I wanna fuck!”

“Fuck me, Noah. Yeah, fuck me like I’m a whore.”

“You are that whore, Sherly.”

I pulled off my pants, then pushed Sherly to turn around. I ripped her shorts, then I fucked her with hard thrusts.

“Oh, Noah, fuck, yeah. This is fucking amazing. You’re really wild.”

I didn’t wanna talk much. My mind was wandering. Casey’s face popped up, but her mom’s voice was so annoying. Those insulting words I never liked. I know I’m a delinquent. I know that, but I won’t accept those words from Casey’s mom. She doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t know what I’ve been through; she shouldn’t talk like that after I’ve saved her daughter’s life a few times.

“Oh, Noah! Yes, yes, Baby. Oh, fuck me, Baby, harder. I like it.”

I slapped Sherly’s ass. She felt even more pleasure. I sped up my movements, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them until Sherly’s body writhed.

Casey’s face became more dominant. Even though I was fucking Sherly, what kept popping into my head were Casey’s moans. The sex we had this afternoon was actually pretty standard, but for some reason, it left an impression. Her shy moans and how she looked at me, waiting for what I’d do next. I never thought about the sex I had with women before Casey, besides Sherly, I never wanted to have sex more than once with the same woman, but why am I still so curious about Casey? I feel like I haven’t given her my best yet.

I pulled out, then grabbed Sherly, leading her to the chair. I sat her down there, then I fucked her again.

“Ah! Ah!” My body convulsed. I bit Sherly’s shoulder. I was almost there.

“Noah, harder!”

Sherly rode me, her movements so professional. She always managed to impress me.

“Ahh!”

My eyes closed. My body convulsed hard. The pleasure fluid came out. Sherly groaned loudly. Her body was soaked with sweat, just like mine. Sherly moved to sit next to me. Meanwhile, I went straight to the bathroom, cleaning the leftover fluid off my cock.

“Why do you suddenly want me, Noah? Aren’t you more into that other girl?” Sherly’s voice was clear.

I cleaned my cock, and peed while I was at it. I looked at myself in the small mirror in my bathroom.

“What the hell is with me? Why does she keep getting into my head? Casey… I wanna fuck again and again.”