Chapter 7 #2
When my lungs burned, I pulled back, gasping. We were chest to chest, hearts racing. Thank god I wasn’t the only one undone on this couch.
I teased the hem of his shirt, and he immediately tried to yank it over his head. I lifted on my forearms so he could pull it off and toss it aside. He slid his hands under mine next, pushing it upward. I did the awkward wiggle out of it, then dropped again, skin to skin.
Our mouths found each other with hungry need. I wanted him as close as possible. I wanted all of him.
Casey arching into the cradle of my hips somehow hardened my cock even more than it had been. I propped myself on an elbow and let my other hand explore his chest and tease his nipples. Twisting the tight peaks earned a low groan that went straight to my dick.
My hand slid lower, over warm skin and firm muscle.
I reached the waistband of his sweats and glanced up to make sure he was good with this.
Casey’s head was thrown back, the tendons in his neck pulled tight.
I shifted down to lick a slow stripe along them.
His gasp made me grin. His eyes flew open and locked on mine.
“May I continue? May I touch you the way I’ve been dreaming about since I saw you in the gym?”
“If you don’t, Daddy, I’m not sure I’ll make it through the night.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” I murmured.
I slid my hand under the waistband of his sweats. I cupped him through his briefs and felt him swell in my palm. I spread my fingers, exploring, and found the exaggerated ribbing in the fabric.
“What is this, bub?” I rasped.
Casey squirmed but didn’t answer.
“Why can’t you answer?” My fingernail dragged lightly across his bulge, earning the faintest damp patch at the front.
“It’s just my underwear,” he muttered.
“If it’s just underwear, then why is it a problem?” I kissed along his throat, up to his ear, and gave the lobe a quick nip.
He shuddered, so I did it again.
I wanted him so much that the edges of it scared me. I wanted to protect him and ruin him all at once.
With a slow hand, I pushed his sweats down. What I saw made me grin. Pink kittens drinking root beer covered the briefs. The edging was deep pink too.
“I told you in the sauna I like cute shit.” He sounded defensive, but it wasn’t about the underwear. It was about wanting the right reaction from me.
“You did. And this is cute shit. Makes sense.”
“Why?”
“Cute boys love cute shit. And, sweetheart, you’re in the cute boy category.”
Casey’s bright smile was all I needed. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and eased my hand inside. His cock slid warm into my palm. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked. He hissed and pushed his hips for more.
I wanted to see him. Really see him.
I shifted to the side and pulled his sweats and briefs down. He lifted his hips to help. His cock sprang free, thick and girthy, heavy balls resting in a dark nest of curls. All man. And all mine in that moment.
I traced a finger across the head and found the sensitive bundle of nerves. Casey’s low sound vibrated through me. I stroked him again. His back arched off the couch, a ragged sound tearing free.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“You’re driving me crazy,” Casey whispered.
I kissed him. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”
He let out a small laugh and thrust up into my hand.
“I want to see you too.”
“I’m not even trying to pretend to be shy,” I said, grinning.
I pushed off him long enough to strip down. Casey’s eyes dragged over every inch of me. I’d never been more grateful for all the wasted hours I spent in the gym.
I stepped toward him and straddled his thighs. His cock stood flushed and leaking. He reached down to stroke himself once, slow.
“No, sweetheart. Let me.” I brushed his hand aside and wrapped mine around him. Hot and velvety, perfect. Casey watched me through heavy eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly. The low light made him look dreamlike.
My cock twitched, begging. Casey’s hand slid to my thigh, tracing slow shapes, sending sparks straight to my balls. When he cupped me, I leaked helplessly into his palm. My whole body tightened in anticipation. But not yet.
I wanted more of this moment.
My hand guided his cock until we were lined up, touching, skin to skin.
As if pulled by the same invisible thread, we groaned in unison.
Casey’s hand gripped over mine, and together we fisted ourselves, using our precum as lube.
Our stickiness mixed and mingled until we couldn’t tell where one of us began and the other ended.
It was impossible not to feel the connection, or the heat, and I wasn’t ready for it to end.
Casey was everything I’d wanted in a man but had pushed to the back burner while I waited for life after hockey to begin. But now that he was naked and writhing between my thighs, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let him slip away without doing my damnedest to show why he should stay.
We jacked ourselves until the movements turned jerky and erratic.
We stopped caring about rhythm and let the need take over.
Our panting breaths marked the race to the finish.
I wanted to be the one who pushed him past. I wanted to give him the release and the relief he deserved. I wanted to give him everything I had.
“Oh fuck!” Casey’s shout and bowed back were followed by ropes of cum spilling across our fists.
One more stroke, and I followed him. My guttural groan drowned out his shaky pants.
Our cum mixed the same as before, no way to tell where one ended and the other began.
I was sure there was some kind of metaphor in that, but I was too damn sated to figure it out.
Tomorrow. I’d think about it tomorrow because right now was for savoring the sweet boy between my thighs.