Chapter 8 #3
He sucked the sensitive skin of my neck and gasped.
“I’ve fantasized about having you, but this…
it’s even better.” Rolling to the side, he slipped his hand between us and worked the bands of our shorts and underwear down, freeing our cocks.
“Oh, God.” With a throaty groan, he fisted them and stroked.
As pleasure sparked up my spine, my dick pulsed against his, and my balls drew in. “Fuck, feels good.” Grabbing the back of his head, I claimed him in hungry kisses, my need for him swallowing me whole.
His tongue danced along mine as he slanted his mouth, matching my harried kisses with his own. His fist tugged both our dicks while he rocked his hips at the same pace, his precum dribbling onto mine.
I lost myself in him, in his powerful strokes and thrusts, in the desperate kisses. Writhing below him, tension coiled, and the brink of climax teased me.
As he shuddered above me, he freed a soft whimper. “I’m so close. Gonna blow.” He grunted and squeezed our cocks harder and then pumped even faster. “Fuck, Ryker, coming.” His face tensed, and his mouth dropped open as gasps escaped him. Hot cum spurted between us.
“Fuck.” Pleasure soared to the edge, and I erupted in hot bursts of sensation, my cum mixing with his to coat my t-shirt.
As it slowed, I panted and relaxed onto the couch.
Fucking hell…“That was amazing, Casey.” Maybe it was the buildup, but it seemed like there was more here.
Like maybe…fuck, maybe he was the right person for me. If only I could wrap my head around it.
“It sure was.” He lifted his hand and licked cum off his fingers.
“Damn, you taste good. I was considering blow jobs, but once I got my hands on you, I couldn’t stop.
” He freed a ragged chuckle and rolled further to the side, his gaze dropping.
“You have a nice dick. It’s as big as mine, and they fit perfectly together. ”
I snorted softly. “Yeah? They’re both about to be flaccid.
” I peered at our cocks, lying next to each other on my stomach, his falling toward mine like it still wanted to be pressed together.
“You have a nice cock too, Casey.” Saliva filled my mouth.
Damn it, I could go for round two and give him a blowjob. But no, we both had to wake early.
“Let’s clean the stains on our shirts.” With a light snicker, he climbed off me and the couch. “I came a lot.” He held his t-shirt out, peeking at it, his dirty-blond bangs falling around his face. “Or is this you?” He swiped his finger through a blob and stuffed it in his mouth. “It’s me.”
“How can you tell?” I rose and ambled to the kitchen with my dick hanging out of the top of my shorts. I must look ridiculous. Ripping a few paper towels from the roll, I wet them in the sink and wiped myself off, leaving large wet spots on my shirt.
“I know what I taste like. Don’t tell me you’ve never tasted your own cum.” He dawdled into the kitchen with his dick out, same as I’d done.
Okay, now I didn’t feel as stupid. Tucking my dick into my shorts, I rinsed the paper towels and handed them to him. “I have, but not all the time.”
As he cleaned himself, he asked, “When did you last have an orgasm?” As his gaze swung to mine, he ticked his brows.
“When?” Was he asking when I jacked off last? Heat bloomed across my cheeks, and I rubbed my neck. “Um, last night.”
“Yeah? Me too.” Giving me a smirk, he flipped his spent dick into his shorts and threw the paper towel into the garbage bin at the end of the kitchen island. “In fact, I thought about you sucking me off while I did it.”
My cock twitched and attempted to rally. “Okay.” Why was he telling me this? Was this some new dating ritual I didn’t know about?
Stepping to me, he cupped my balls and pressed a long kiss on my lips. “How does knowing that make you feel?”
My dick swelled under the heat of his hand. “Uh, horny, I guess.” What did he want me to say?
“Were you thinking of me when you jerked off?” His eyes darkened, and he gave my junk a gentle squeeze.
I bit my lower lip. Fuck me, I’d tried not to, but his image kept popping into my head, no matter what video I chose. “Yes, I did.”
“Good.” His hand left my junk, and he wrapped his arms around my neck.
“I like you, Ryker. Next time, there will be blowjobs.” He hugged me to his chest and kissed the side of my head.
“There will be a next time. I can’t seem to get you out of my head.
” He chuckled. “Fuck, I’m obsessed.” He loosened his hold on me, his gaze meeting mine. “What do you think about that?”
“I, uh, I like it, I guess.” I swallowed hard. I was so out of my element. Fucking hell, who says shit like this?
“You like it? Tell me more. I feel like I’m doing all the talking here.” He pressed his forehead to mine.
“I’m not used to talking, not like this.” My face heated further. If I didn’t give him what he was looking for, would he lose interest?
“Put it in your own terms. If I were an engine, what car would I be in?” He gave me a soft kiss.
I chased his mouth as it left mine. I wanted more of him.
Much more. “A…a Ferrari.” I inhaled deeply.
“Because you’re amazing when you’re throwing the ball, like a Ferrari on the track, and your body is fun to look at.
Everyone enjoys watching you as you go by.
You’re fast and proud and everything I’m not. ” Fuck, why did I say the last bit?
He grabbed my cheeks and forced my gaze to meet his. “You’re special, Ryker. You’re special to me, and if I’m a Ferrari, then you’re a, a, Shelby.”
I chuckled as my eyes stung. “A Shelby GT500?” How much did he know about that race? Well, there was a movie made about it.
“Yeah, whatever the car was. If Ferrari didn’t have that Shelby guy to give them grief, then where would racing be?” He chewed his lower lip for a beat. “I don’t know exactly what I’m saying, but I think you make me a better person. I want to be better because of you.”
“Fuck, Casey. That means a lot to me.” With my heart swelling, I hauled him against my chest, wrapping my arms around him and sniffling.
What did he do to me? All my walls were crashing around me.
This fucking college football star did his best to meet me at my level, to wait until I was ready. “I really like you, Casey.”
“Yeah, the feeling’s mutual, obviously.” He squeezed me and then let me go. With a deep inhale, he said, “So, when can we be together again?”
“I think it’s up to you. I work from seven in the morning until six at night until Friday, and you have practice this week, right?”
“I do.” Threading his fingers through his hair, he stepped toward the door. “I want to coach Wes on the weekends, since then we can do it in the morning when it’s not so hot.” He twisted his lips. “But I ought to bring Wes to the gym too.”
I followed him to the door. “We don’t have to decide tonight. Let’s see how the week goes.” This weekend with him had already been a whirlwind.
Holding his finger up to me, he said, “Okay, but keep Friday and Saturday night open for me.”
With a smile, I said, “Yeah, okay. I guess I’ll tell my other boyfriend he’ll have to wait.” Fuck, would Casey think I called him my boyfriend?
Casey stared at me for a beat. “Damn right. He’ll have to wait until the world ends and then some, because you’re mine now.” Grabbing my nape, he planted a hard kiss on my mouth. With a smirk, he said, “Understand?”
“Loud and clear.” I opened the door for him. Good, he said nothing about the boyfriend reference. I should choose my words more carefully.
“Goodnight Ryker. I’ll be in touch.” With another kiss, he strolled across the walkway toward the parking lot.
“Holy fuck.” Blowing a breath, I twisted and held my bangs off my forehead, scanning the apartment. As my gaze stopped on the couch, I strode to it. We’d left no stains, right? Running my hand across it, I inspected the floral pattern. If we had, I couldn’t tell. The pattern might hide it.
As I grabbed my warm beer from the coffee table, my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. Guzzling the beer, I strolled to the phone and picked it up.
Wes
Did Casey leave yet?
A smirk tugged my lips. That little fucker. He went to a friend’s house to leave us alone in the apartment. I should have known.
Ryker
Yes, he just left.
Wes
Good, I’m coming home then. I hope you got some, but I don’t want to hear about it.
With a chuckle, I tapped my screen.
Ryker
Don’t worry. It’s none of your business anyway.