Chapter 18
Bryce
“Get upstairs.”
Casey’s sex-roughened command sent a shiver of longing through me.
I made my way up the rest of the steps, knowing Casey Joe had the perfect view of my ass in the jock strap.
I hadn’t worn it to entice him. Honestly, I’d just slipped it on because my clothes were in the dryer. But I wasn’t going to complain about what had come of him finding me in nothing but a jock.
In all honesty, I didn’t suck him off with the thought he’d return the favor. I hadn’t thought he’d want to. I’d experienced enough guys throughout life who weren’t picky when it came to who was blowing them but got real offended if they were expected to reciprocate.
But Casey’s hands on my hips, his lips against my neck, and his chest pressed to my back as we reached the apartment door told me all I needed to know.
Casey was on board, and this was fucking happening.
A small part of me said we should probably slow things down, talk things through. He was a recovering addict diving headfirst into his first sexual experience with a man. It would make sense to talk and make sure we were on the same page.
My dick disagreed. It was on the same page as my libido which said we were consenting adults, and any fall out could be discussed later.
Shit.
I wanted this.
Casey’s reawakening cock against my ass was proof enough he wanted this.
Would there be fall out?
Maybe.
Could we work through it if there was?
I guessed we’d find out.
“Never done this,” Casey said, standing awkwardly in the doorway to his bedroom.
“You don’t have to,” I started.
“Shut the fuck up. Didn’t say I’d never wanted to do this. Just that I never had.” He gave his cock a quick stroke. “Fuckin’ hell, I’ve wanted to. For so fuckin’ long.”
There was so much in those words.
A heavy longing.
Pain, regret, and wishes for what could have been.
But also a hint at something more. Pride, anticipation, and pure bliss. Casey was taking control and allowing himself to embrace his truth.
It didn’t matter if it was a truth he’d known for decades or one he’d only recently discovered, he was living it, and I was damn proud of him.
Taking mercy on him, I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Then get on your knees and suck me.”
Desire flamed to life in those cornflower blue eyes as Casey dropped to his knees in front of me. My cock ached, and the material of my jock was damp with pre-cum. And fuck if I’d ever wanted a blow job as badly as I did right then.
Being Casey’s first meant something.
Knowing he’d kept this part of himself hidden for so long sent a pang straight to my heart. Sadness overwhelmed me that he’d felt he had no choice but to bury his true self, while at the same time, something like honor washed over me knowing I was the man he chose to break his silence with.
How do you know he’ll break his silence? Maybe he’ll get off and then pretend like nothing ever happened. What if he’s just using you as an experiment?
Valid questions for sure.
I’d been through that in the past, and I wasn’t looking to be someone’s experiment at this point in my life.
But at that moment, Casey hooked his thumbs in the elastic of my jock and tugged. The underwear came down until my ass was in the way. With a huff of what appeared to be anticipation and impatience, Casey put a hand to my chest and shoved.
I let myself be pushed to my back on the mattress if only to see what he was going to do.
And fuck me.
Casey stood between my spread legs, shimmied the jock down my thighs, lifted my knees, and yanked the underwear the rest of the way off. Then he dropped to his elbows, pressing his chest to mine, and kissed me.
Heat and longing exploded on my tongue, and I begged the universe to let this be the beginning of something amazing and not a one and done.
When he broke the kiss, panting, with his forehead pressed to mine, Casey closed his eyes and took a long deep breath.
This was the moment.
Would he say he couldn’t go through with it?
Say he—
“I wanna suck you so damn bad, but I also wanna jack you off and fuck you.” His desperate words washed over me. “Like a kid with a damn bag of Halloween candy and I can’t decide which one to eat first.” He dragged his lips over mine in a hard, wet kiss. “Fuckin’ want it all.”
“Suck me,” I begged. “We’ve got time for all the rest.”
A harsh sound escaped him. “Fuck if we do. Wasted so much of my life.”
Hooking my legs over the backs of his thighs, I gripped his ass and rocked our hips together.
Then I trailed my hands up his back before cupping the sides of his face.
“Case, look at me,” I demanded softly. His eyes, brimming with unspoken emotion, locked with mine.
“I’m here. We’re going to live our lives and take advantage of the time we’ve been given. ”
Maybe I was speaking bullshit.
Maybe Casey didn’t even want that.
But the words came from my heart.
He nodded. “Yeah, that’s good. Fuckin’ good,” he murmured against my lips. “But I’m not fuckin’ waitin’ long. We’re usin’ the whole damn day.”
I chuckled. “I’m good with that.”
And then, like I was in a damn dream, Casey Joe Riggs reached between us, grabbed my dick, and kissed a trail from my jaw to my pecs to my stomach.
“Not even gonna say sorry if this sucks because it’s gonna fuckin’ suck,” he said with a crooked grin, “but I’m damn sure willin’ to practice until I’m better. ”
His mouth was hot, wet, and curious on my cock. He took his time, tasting me, swirling his tongue, stroking with his fist.
I kept my hands fisted in the sheets. Anyone sucking dick for the first time didn’t need me gripping his hair and thrusting until he gagged.
Later.
Fucking hell, I hoped there’d be time for that later.
Casey cupped my balls while bobbing his head up and down.
I’d been near to blowing my load on the stairs earlier, so it was no surprise I was so close the moment his lips closed around my cock. “Fuck, Case, I’m close.”
He hummed.
“No, like—” I gritted my teeth to keep from exploding as I watched Casey pop off my dick and swirl his tongue around my cock head, his eyes never leaving mine as he continued to fondle my balls. “Fucking hell.”
Casey grinned. “Ain’t as fuckin’ hard as I thought,” he said. “Just do what you like yourself and you’re gold.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You get one dick in your mouth, and now you’re a damn expert, huh?”
He shrugged, stroked me with one hand and teased a finger over my taint with the other. “Got you fuckin’ close to comin’ don’t I?”
Before I could argue with the arrogant bastard, he took me back between his lips and as far back as his gag reflex would allow. With his fist stroking me and a thumb massaging just under my balls, I gave up any pretense of controlling my orgasm.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, pull off,” I warned.
Casey hummed and sucked harder, his fist gripping tighter.
“Fuck, Case, I’m serious. I’m gonna—” The finger he teased between my ass cheeks and pressed against my hole sent me over the edge before I could get the warning out. My load exploded, my cock pulsing between his lips.
He swallowed once, twice, and then pulled off to stroke me and watch two more long ropes spurt across my stomach. Casey proudly swiped a finger through my cum, smeared it on my lips, and then brought his hot mouth to mine in a searing kiss.
When he finally pulled away, he grinned. “That wasn’t half bad for my first time, right?”
I gently slapped his ass. “Not half bad at all.”
Just when I thought he’d stand up, Casey shifted to the mattress and rolled us to our sides, playing big spoon to my little spoon. “Probably oughta shower, but this feels too good right now. Nap first, then shower. Then I’m fuckin’ your brains out.”
An orgasm-induced exhaustion took over before I could even finish laughing.
I woke later—we hadn’t slept the entire day away, but it was definitely late afternoon—and took a long moment to savor the heavy warmth of Casey’s arm slung over me.
My heart fluttered at the thought of there being something real between Casey and me, not just fake dating to pacify Dizzy. Would Casey want to actually date? Was he planning on coming out? I wasn’t the type to take to the closet at nearly fifty, but I could give him time if that’s what he needed.
What if he wakes up and panics?
Maybe you’re making this into something it’s not.
He’s probably freaking out right now.
How much time are you willing to give being his dirty little secret?
Casey shifted behind me with a low groan. “What’s it called when you jerk two dicks off at once?”
After I almost choked on a snort of laughter, I said, “Frotting?”
“Yeah,” Casey said, his lips tickling against my neck. “Frotting. That’s what I want to do.”
Jesus.
He was maybe gonna kill me.
But damn, what a fucking fine way to go.
Casey rolled me to face him and pressed his hips into mine.
“Get off like this, take a shower, then I’m fuckin’ this ass.
” He gripped my ass cheeks but pulled back slightly.
“If you’re okay with that. Ain’t some jerk who doesn’t know consent is important.
Been teachin’ my boys about it since they were knee-high. ”
The rough and soft, harsh and sweet of this man turned my heart into a squishy pile of goo. “Consent is sexy,” I murmured against his lips, “and I’m totally okay with you fucking me.”
Casey gave my nose the sweetest little nuzzle with his own. “You think one day maybe I could try lettin’ you fuck me?”
Holy.
Shit.
“I mean,” he went on, “I know some guys don’t like to bottom, and some guys don’t like to top. The boys have told me everyone is different, and some guys don’t want any type of penetrative sex.”
The fact Casey was rocking his hard cock against mine while babbling about preferences when it came to sex was possibly the most surreal experience I’d ever had.
“So, if you only like it one way, I’m cool with that,” he continued.