Chapter 6 #3
We ordered our gelatos with me paying, and then we dropped into rounded backed chairs at a small circular table with a fake marble top. “What did you think of the show?” I scooped ice cream from my cup and slid it into my mouth, the sweetness mixing with the bitterness of the coffee flavor.
“I think I might need some mods on my car.” He ate some mint gelato. “Do you do that at your shop?” He licked his spoon.
As I watched his tongue, my cock took notice. It would be so easy to give in to his advances. I had to be strong, though. “Sure, we can do just about anything.” I ate more ice cream.
“Yeah? What would you suggest I do first?” As he skimmed his chair closer to mine, it groaned across the tile floor. His knee touched mine.
“I’d probably look at replacing some of the plastic parts that wear out quickly with carbon fiber or metal.” I scooped more gelato. Didn’t he mention he took his car into the dealer a lot?
“Yeah? Would that make the car more reliable?” He set his cup down and grabbed the bridge of his nose. “Damn it, brain freeze. I ate it too fast.”
With a chuckle, I said, “You need patience.” And not just with the ice cream. I took a bite of my dessert.
“That’s not something I’m good at.” Wrapping an arm around my neck, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine. “Will you let me kiss you before the night is over?”
“Not sure. I guess you’ll find out.” He was so damn close, this preppy football star who apparently wanted me. If I gave in too fast, would he ghost me? Why did my brain always go there? Clearing my throat, I pulled away, and he dropped his arm to his side. But what did I want from him?
“I’ll just keep trying until you give in.” He ate more of his ice cream and then stopped, holding the spoon close to his lips. “You do like me, don’t you? Like you want me to kiss you, right?” His brows creased.
I parted my lips. Shit, I didn’t want to admit it out loud. But, fuck. “I…I do.”
After scanning the shop, he fixated on me. “Ryker, I’m really attracted to you. I’m finding…” His throat bobbed. “I’m not looking for a hookup with you. I want you to know that.”
As my eyes widened, I dropped my spoon into my gelato. Was this authentic, or was it a ploy for a kiss? “Um, okay.” I ate the last bite of my dessert as he did the same. It was time to go home.
On the drive back to my apartment, we kept the conversation on the cars we’d seen. Casey was probably humoring me to keep me talking, and it worked.
Casey drove into a guest spot in the parking lot at the apartment complex and rested his wrist on the steering wheel.
“I won’t ask if I can go inside. I know your brother is there, and you won’t let me.
” He sighed and picked up my hand from the center console.
“I’d take you back to my place, but then I’d subject you to my roommates, and I don’t think you want that. ”
“No, I don’t.” Plus, if he got me alone in a bedroom, I’d give all the way in and want the blow job he’d talked about. But would it be so bad? Maybe I could sneak him into—
“What’s going on in your head?” His gaze found my mouth, and he licked his own. “I’m dying here, Ryker.” Leaning across the center console, he pulled on my hand, tugging me closer to him. “Talk to me.” He wrapped his free hand around my nape and pressed our foreheads together.
My heart battered against my ribcage, and my dick swelled in my shorts. This was it. I either kissed him now or had to run from the damn car. “Um…”
His lips brushed mine in the lightest of touches. “Please, Ryker.” His breath shivered across my cheek.
My breath quickened, and my stomach tensed, my aching cock pressing against my zipper. There was no stopping it. I whispered, “Kiss me, Casey.”
He plunged into me, his mouth devouring mine in a searing kiss as he lifted out of the seat and across the car.
With his tongue darting between my lips, I closed my eyes and tasted the sweet mint of the gelato, his musk and spicy cologne consuming my senses.
With a groan, I grabbed the back of his head, trapping him in place.
It might be the best kiss of my damn life, hard but yielding, his tongue dancing against my own in quick flicks.
With a guttural moan, he left my nape to press on his solid cock, straining to his hip inside his shorts.
He fucking touched himself. A shiver rolled up my spine, and my dick pulsed, leaking precum into my briefs. Slanting my mouth over his, I claimed him again and again. I wanted more. I wanted to touch him, to feel him on top of me. I was lost.
With a shudder, I ripped free from the kisses and breathed in deeply. Holy fuck, I had to leave, or I’d give him everything.
“Jesus, Ryker.” Panting, Casey slid back into his seat, his jaw dropping open, and gripped the steering wheel. “You almost made me come with one kiss.”
With a smirk, I stared at him. “Stop it.” He was fucking with me.
“No, really. All that buildup got to me.” He chuckled. “And I thought you were the one who was wound up tight. Turns out it’s you who winds me up tight.” Shaking his head, he snickered. “I don’t even know what I’m saying. All my blood is in my dick.”
Dipping my gaze to his still-hard cock, outlined in his board shorts, my mouth watered. Damn it, I’d love to satisfy him with a blow job right now, but no. “I have to go.” I had to stop it, right this second. I popped the door open and hopped out of the car.
Casey bolted from the vehicle and jogged to my side, threading his fingers through his bangs. “No, you’re not leaving like that.” Grabbing my shoulders, he turned me to face him, his forehead wrinkling. “Go out with me again. What day are you free?”
“What?” My gaze searched his face. Wasn’t this what I’d wanted?
But why? God, I was a mess inside. I wanted him, but I couldn’t believe he wanted me, even while he stood there practically begging me to date him again.
“I don’t know. I open the shop at seven most days and don’t close it until six at night. ”
“But you only work half days on Saturdays.” A smirk raced across his lips. “And the shop is closed tomorrow.”
“Don’t you want to coach Wes tomorrow?” I didn’t know what sort of schedule they’d set up.
I focused on his lips, and heat flared across my skin.
Yeah, I wanted to kiss him again, and if I didn’t leave, my stupid mouth would open and invite him inside.
“Text me in the morning.” I tore from his grasp and strode toward my apartment. Don’t look back.
“I will. You can count on it,” he shouted.