Sweet

22. Will

Chapter twenty-two

Will

“ W hat?” Cas huffs.

He does a great job of acting displeased. But he has tells. And I am finding more and more each time I’m with him. I kinda love it. Both that I can see through him and how much he enjoys himself around me.

“You look so cute right now,” I sigh.

He squints as if I’m a crazy person, and maybe I sorta am, but I can’t help it. I am so fucking in over my head with this man and I would do anything for him.

“I’m only eating pancakes, Will.”

“I know. But you’re so cute while you do it. Especially since I made those pancakes just for you.”

Cas smirks and stabs another piece. “You just like seeing me stuff my mouth with something of yours.” And then he does just that, shoving the fork past his lips.

Fuck. Me.

Perfect man. I’d make him my sugar daddy, only we’ve established he’s younger. He’s clearly better off, though. Mr. Comfortable lives in a half-a-million-dollar home, which is worth six times that when taking into account all the other buildings and property. I know, because I’ve seen his home estimate on real estate websites, and the surrounding houses.

And he has got a nice fucking kitchen but with like nothing in it. Someone is clearly a minimalist and doesn’t cook for shit, either. Likely he can, since he made the popcorn. Yet so much of the house seems barren. Where the fuck are the spices, my dude?

Thankfully, dutifully caring for my man includes impressing him with my abilities. Not that I’m a stellar chef, but when you’re broke as fuck and everything you can afford tastes like shit, you learn really fast how to make it taste as good as possible while still coming in under budget.

Unsurprisingly, Cas has a lot more of one item that I consider humanly necessary. Honey. Very obviously made by him and not only here for storage. He says he mostly uses this area as a test kitchen for the various new products he imagines, so while it’s all technically edible, it’s meant for various purposes.

And then, there’s the honey shrine. I don’t know what else to call it. It’s not a flickering candle with dripping wax and a creepy portrait at the center kind of shrine. I’m not sure what else to call a shelf with rows of perfectly spaced and individually labeled jars. All honey and nothing else.

“Honey never goes bad. Not if you take care of it.”

Cas has caught me staring and the poor guy struggles enough as it is. I don’t want him to think it’s weird. Eccentric? Sure. But I stand by what I said. Anyone who makes someone else feel bad about their interests is an asshole.

“Kinda like relationships.” I catch his eye and he smiles.

“I suppose.” His temporary amusement fades and he starts pushing his food around. “That’s also why I don’t just give honey away. Though I do make special ones, sometimes.”

“Like the ones you gave me?”

“No.” He sighs. “Not premium batches. More like intentionally crafted. Each one for a specific person.”

“Someone you care about?”

“Yeah.” And his eyes flick over to his honey shrine, then back to me.

“Where’s my custom honey?”

He chuckles at my wide smile and shakes his head. “None for you.”

“Rude. I earned it.”

“Not yet.” He breathes an even deeper sigh and I can’t tell if he’s irritated with me or what. “Will, where do you think all these hypothetical people are now?”

I shrug.

“They’re not here, are they?”

“Cas,” I say when the realization hits me.

He takes another heavy sigh and goes back to stabbing his food. “If you fuck me over, I’ll make some in your honor. Kinda hoping it doesn’t come to that.”

“It won’t.”

And he rolls his eyes.

“I’m telling you. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine now. If you want to get rid of me, you’re going to have to kill me. Until then, I own you, baby.”

Now, that makes him smile.

At the same time, I can’t help thinking about one of the first things he told me. “What happened to your last boyfriend?”

“He died.”

“I know. How?”

“Henri was murdered.”

Well, shit. Don’t I feel like the biggest asshole now, especially after the joke I just made. So even though I want to ask when and where and all sorts of details, I keep my trap shut. No wonder the poor guy is so paranoid about letting people in.

I gesture for him to come here and he does, straddling my lap with his feet on the floor. Cas reminds me of an animal that got hit one too many times, who’ll bump up against your hand for affection then flinch from the contact if you move too suddenly. He eases into my touch when I wrap my arms around him, and I have to say, gaining his trust bit by bit feels so much more rewarding. There’s still the whine and the automatic roll of his hips when I plunge my hand down the back of his shorts, but the rest of him doesn’t pull away. He buries himself deeper against me, panting against my lips while our faces almost touch until he can’t take me rubbing and grabbing his ass anymore. Cas steals a kiss, humming with pleasure against my mouth. His lips taste so sweet from breakfast. Almost as sweet as him.

I get to spend the entire day with Cas, which is amazing. Is that too much too soon? Probably. But I’m a possessive fuck who wants to dominate everything about him, including his time, and he loves the attention. Like I said, we’re made for each other.

After breakfast, we retreat to his bedroom, which is as impressive as the rest of his house. Even more impressive is how I resist pinning him to the bed and fucking him the minute we enter, because all I can think about is the nights he took my calls while in this very room. Most impressive is how he winds up being the one to climb on top of me the second he gets me on his bed.

Getting me horny is a dangerous thing. And while I’m sure the state he’s in isn’t unbearable, he’s got to be sore today. The last thing I should do is fuck him, least of all the way I want to. However, I very much get the sense he’ll let me if I try. The reason being, it’s not what he wants the least . The last thing he wants is me touching his cock, so guess what we’ll be doing?

With Cas still perched on top of me, I wrap my hands around his hips, which snap in my direction. Seeing a guy get turned on is always sexy, but with Cas, knowing that’s wholly dependent on me and nothing else makes my cock swell.

“What have you got for toys?” I whisper.

“Why?” Cas sounds amused, but he’s also not jumping off my lap and running.

“I’ve got an idea.” He rolls his eyes, but before he can say more, I cut him off. “Trust me.”

Cas shifts begrudgingly, but he points to the nightstand, anyway. I can reach from here. Good to know he’ll let me rifle around in his drawers. Not that I really need to because the guy is organized , which really doesn’t come as a huge surprise but it’s still funny to think of someone being that anal.

There isn’t much in here but I don’t need variety. I know what I’m looking for and I find it. First, lube. Cas raises a brow, and he’s laughing at me when I drizzle it down his shaft like I’m saucing a hotdog. And since he’s plopped back down to perch on top of me, I drip quite a bit onto myself. A small sacrifice.

“How turned on are you?” I ask him.

“Enough.” Such a brat.

“Enough to fuck something?” And before he can respond, I slide the fleshy tube over his cock and hold it there.

It appears I’ve taken him off guard, but still in a good way. Cas gasps from the immediate pleasure, bucking back to the few slow strokes I’ve given him. I figure the toy would be a good compromise, since he can’t feel my hand on him even if I’m the one holding it. He leans even more into me while he thrusts forward, simultaneously letting his head roll back.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I ask, despite knowing the obvious answer.

Cas simply nods, and he’s already begun moaning.

“Then let me stick mine in, too.”

His head snaps back forward, visually digesting what I’ve said.

“You’ll only feel my cock on yours,” I whisper. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

Cas drops down lower and smirks with his face right above mine. “I’m not moving from here.”

“You will if I want you to.” I take his chin and pull him closer for a kiss. “But I don’t.”

His only response is another moan when I slam the toy back toward his pelvis before pulling it forward again and lining up my cock. As soon as I push into the tight space with him, his hips lift completely off me for the briefest moment, but he stays put otherwise. Which means I get to enjoy his legs shaking so hard he’s practically vibrating atop me—all while he pants.

Cas swoops down again, bringing his mouth to mine and wasting no time at all. His tongue slides along my lips and I let him right in, so he’s dipping into my mouth as soon as he starts thrusting. And since he’s enjoying this way more than I could’ve hoped, I push back with the toy and glide against our cocks together. Cas shivers and whines to the point it’s almost impossible to tell if he’s enjoying himself or not. I make the next stroke tortuously slow for me, but Cas moans hard before claiming my mouth again.

All I have to do next is grab a fistful of his hair in my other hand for his muscles to begin to twitch. He’s so close already. With a few more strokes, his moans shift into a groan… then a growl. He stops moving and plunks his head down beside mine with an aggravated sigh. Someone’s not happy. I pull his face back to mine and whisper his name. He looks right at me.

“I’m supposed to be the one who gets to edge you, brat. Stop stealing my job,” I tease.

He snorts, but he smiles before he hangs his head back down.

Uh, nope. I rip his face right back up and I’ll hold him there if that’s what it takes to get him to look at me. I swear, this man has tapped into a well of patience I couldn’t have even begun to fathom going this deep. Most people get off so easily, so I don’t feel bad at all about getting my way. With Cas, I’m tormenting him the entire time and I know it. Yet without me, there’s no relief either. It’s an insane amount of control to have over a person.

I thrust up against him rather than move my hand. “That feels so good, baby,” I whisper. “Your cock against mine. Just like I wanted.”

Cas pants and his rigid shaft brushes even more against mine.

“Move with me. Now.”

Goosebumps erupt across his skin and he moans hard from my next thrust, which brings me dangerously close to the edge. Still, he rocks with me. Slowly at first, then faster while actually thrusting. Once he gets shaky again, I start slamming the toy back over our cocks and he lets out that whimper my fucked-up brain adores.

“Cas, look at me,” I say. As soon as his gaze focuses on me again, he shudders and I gasp in return. “Do you want it, baby?”

“Yes, please,” he chokes.

“Then I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

And just in case he doesn’t know what I mean, I move my hand even faster. Cas immediately whines and lifts, receding from the pleasure like one would from pain. Maybe I should keep a hand in his hair, but instead I take the chance and caress the length of his body to his hip, then circle back to trace his spine. Cas leans into my touch, but when I cup his ass, he whimpers enough to make me regret not fucking him. I dig my hand into his skin and cling tight, pulling him even more toward me with each thrust, just like when we’re fucking, which is exactly what I’m thinking about while using the toy.

I can feel myself right there, and it’s taking more out of me to hold back than let go right now, but I don’t want to give. Maybe that makes me stubborn, too. Rather than get off, I want to see Cas give me what I want and I’m prepared to keep at it all night if that’s what it takes. Thank fuck it doesn’t.

Cas shifts to a moan so suddenly, I think even he’s taken by surprise. Mere seconds later, his cock pulses against mine and I am done for. He’s groaning so hard, anyone might think I’m killing him—almost like how laughing and sobbing can sound indistinguishable if there’s no context. He drops his head down by my shoulder right after, and he stays put, yet he also can’t seem to stop moving while his body shivers. Definitely an intense experience for the both of us.

I wrap my arm around him while I hug him close to me, and I’m rewarded with that feeling of him tunneling himself even closer while my fingers play with the hair at the back of his head.

“You did so good, baby,” I whisper.

Then I plant a kiss on his temple. Normally, I pet him too, but I’m not so sure he can handle that right now, so I’m not risking it. Instead, I slide the toy toward myself as gently as possible and off us entirely, then set it down. With my other hand free, I can hug him properly, and his lower half steadily drops down until he’s resting completely against me.

“I love you so much.” I sigh against his skin before my next kiss. “You know that?”

Cas nods.

“Good.”

Lots of people are into shit like spanking, or choking, or even much heavier stuff, but… I figured out long ago there’s more than one way to skin a cat. And if you happen to enjoy hurting someone—and I mean really hurting them—giving them a good smack feels unimaginative at best. After all, bruises heal and go away.

If you want to really do some damage to someone, you’re going to kick around in the darkest corners of their mind. And I may have indulged this desire… on occasion… but I don’t think I’ve ever come as close to mentally snapping someone as I did Cas. Holy hell, I hope I haven’t left him permanently traumatized. Maybe I go about this irresponsibly, but I never claimed to be otherwise. Actually, I’m usually saying the exact opposite.

Cas stays perched on me for so long, I assume he fell asleep until his face moves away from where he’s buried himself in my neck. His lips graze my ear while he says, “I really liked that.”

“Me too,” I say.

“Even how you did whatever you wanted with me.”

Well, then. I curl my fingers into his hair and kiss him. Not much I can say to that.

“I don’t normally like anything out of my grasp.”

“Baby,” I say with a deep sigh. “I meant what I said before. I don’t care if you don’t like something, but you’ve gotta want it.”

Cas slides his hand over to my neck, almost holding my jaw, but mostly stroking my throat affectionately with his fingertips. “I want it,” he whispers. He sounds so relaxed and pleased. “I want you, too. But I’m used to wanting what I can’t have.”

“You don’t have to worry about that much being out of your grasp.” I sigh and hold him tighter. “You’ve got a grip on me.”

“Yeah?” His lips brush my neck when he smiles before kissing me there. “You’re never going to be out of reach?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Needless to say, I have an amazing day with Cas at Bailey’s house—er, Cas’s house. Still working on mentally fusing those two. Anyway, a great time is had by all, but since a full workweek is ahead of me and I’m still opening quite a bit while Lucy’s on leave, I need to be somewhat responsible. I head home Monday night and get to the farm bright and early Tuesday morning. Since my evening will be free, Cas and I will meet up for dinner after I punch out.

Cas is much, much needier than he’d like me to believe and I fucking love it. Still, whenever I’m with him, I get this sense that he doesn’t fully trust me. Almost as if he’s waiting for me to pull the rug out from under him. He’s done a great job of convincing me he trusts me, and he keeps doing and saying all the right things, but I still get the sense he’s holding back. That’s okay. I’ve pushed him quite a bit over the last twenty-four hours I spent with him. I want the man bending, not breaking. Well, not beyond repair, at least.

A few hours after opening, who should appear but Jess. Fuck. I haven’t spoken to him since Sunday evening and, as far as he knows, I’m still lovesick from my date being canceled. He comes right up to my register and smiles.

“Aren’t you closing?” I ask.

“Yeah, well, today is the only day Cheryl isn’t opening with you and she knows you won’t do animals.”

I roll my eyes.

“So, I agreed to do a split shift. All the goats are fed and happy now.” Jess pauses and looks around, but the store is empty. Has been since the breakfast rush ended and will be until a few people trickle in around lunch. “How… are you?”

“Fine.”

Jess smiles and circles around the counter to step closer and whisper, “We’re both closing again Friday.”

“Yeah, Jess, I—”

“Except I don’t know if I can wait until Friday.” Jess leans forward, but I turn and put my hands on his shoulders.

“Jess, we should probably… not.”

He scrunches his face. “Why?”

“I told you why.”

“Yeah, and he ditched you,” Jess scoffs. “So much for wanting more .”

“It’s—I’ll explain more to you Friday.”

“Or… we can hang out tonight.”

“I’m kinda busy tonight.”

“Fucking Bailey.”

Well, yes, I am. Or rather, I will be. But I’m not sure exactly how to say that right now. If we weren’t at work, maybe I wouldn’t feel the need to choose my words so carefully. Just when I think I’m saved by the bell, I look over and see exactly why Jess said what he did.

Cas is coming into the store. And those hickeys I left all over him have not faded in the slightest. Not that anyone can see each and every one while he’s wearing my hoodie, but I notice enough from here. And if the look Jess gives me is any indication, he can, too.