23. Cas
Chapter twenty-three
Cas
D o I need to come in right now, today? Of course not. But when I spot Jesse’s truck in the parking lot, I decide I must go shopping precisely at this moment. I’m well aware I look like I’ve been worked over and I want to rub Jesse’s nose in it. Again, the old me wouldn’t care, but this is the new me. I’m trying to diverge from my usual path. I can officially say I have never been this invested in someone or for this long, and the fact that Will’s still breathing speaks to just how much I am.
Will looks especially pleased to see me when I waltz through the door. Jesse does not. Perfect.
“Hey, Jesse,” I say with my most dazzling smile. I’m petty, I know. “Will.”
Jesse’s still got a hand on Will and that makes me a bit twitchy, but for some reason that continues to elude me, I am not mad at Will for this. Instead, I want nothing more than to prune Jesse’s fingers off him with a pair of shears, then stuff each one down his throat. Not going to do that in public, though.
“What brings you all the way out to my neck of the woods, baby?” Will smiles back at me like the cat who ate the canary.
Now, Will telling Jesse about us isn’t part of the plan, but a lovely surprise for me, nonetheless. Mostly because Will does it himself. Maybe that shouldn’t be so surprising given how he goes out of his way to stake his claim at every given opportunity, but his eyes stay locked on me like nothing and no one else exists.
Jesse snaps his head over to Will, questioning whether he hears that right. Yes, you do.
“Just had to grab something real quick,” I say to Will.
“Shoot, here I was hoping you wanted to run into me at work.” Will smiles wider while he teases me.
“I don’t need to when you’re due back at my place in…” I look at my wristwatch. “Less than four hours.”
Will looks even more pleased by this, Jesse still does not, and I head to the back of the store for a believable impromptu purchase. Jesse remains in the bagging area when I return, and the fact that Will either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that his best friend looks seconds away from a rampage brings me intense joy. As soon as my card’s back in my wallet, but before I’ve grabbed my bag, Will walks around the counter with a dreamy smile and smooches me.
“Have a good day. I’ll see you tonight, baby,” he says right before kissing me yet again.
And what the fuck, because that was nice . So much so that my face warms and I can feel myself smiling without thinking about it yet again. Jesse about throws my bag of groceries at me on my way out, but I don’t give a damn.
Will gets out in the afternoon and will be here right after work, but that’s still not soon enough for my liking. Any amount of time away seems too long. He’s become something of an addiction and one I don’t think I’ll break easily. That’s because I often tire of people, but not my obsessions. People have always let me down, so people continually lose my attention, eventually. Bees? Never. Any other special interests of mine? Not a chance. Hobbies offer the comfort of structure and familiarity. People? Rarely.
Yet, I almost feel that way when it comes to Will. He’s not as predictable as I’d like, but I do find myself easing into comfort more and more around him. He’s been ingrained in my daily routine since long before we even met and now that we have, I feel more out of sorts by his absence than I ever have been by his presence.
That being said, we have a lot in common. Maybe even too much, considering our overlapping traits. And maybe that should scare me, since it probably would any normal person, but it doesn’t. He doesn’t. Will excites me in more ways than one, and I suspect I do the same for him. He reminds me of a caged animal systematically testing the walls of their enclosure for any weak spots. Only, I’m what’s keeping him contained and those weaknesses he finds are what he’ll use to bury his way under my skin. And this man, he’s got me fighting the urge to be pressed against the window the minute I hear the tires of his car in my gravel driveway.
Will knocks on my screen door, and I try to act as if I haven’t been waiting by the door for the last ten minutes or like I’ve known he was here since before he parked. He smiles when I open the door for him.
“Honey, I’m home.”
I roll my eyes, mostly disgusted that yet again he’s successfully made me respond not only positively but involuntarily. I’m beaming from ear to ear and I can feel it.
Before anything can be said by me, Will scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. Then I’m too stunned to address anything but the subject at hand. “What are you doing?” I ask while the front door recedes from view.
“Abducting you,” Will cackles.
“I live here,” I laugh with him.
“The term can also apply to holding someone against their will.” And even though I can’t see, I can hear him kicking the door to my bedroom open. “Like I keep telling you, baby. You’re mine.” And he literally throws me back onto my bed. “I’m starting to think you enjoy making me jealous.”
“Oh, I do?”
“Yeah, you do .” Will grabs my hips and yanks me closer, hurriedly undoing the buckle. “You always look so damn cute wearing my clothes, then you had to go and ruin it by talking to Jess before me.” And he moves on to undoing my jeans next. “Luckily for you, I very much enjoy reminding you that I own you, baby.”
My breath hitches when his fingers graze my thighs and he looks especially wicked when he rips my jeans down my legs. He’s got me stripped in seconds and he only needs a few more to undress himself, too.
“I’d love nothing more than to fuck you right now,” Will whispers as he drags me across the bed toward him, his fingers gripping my hips while he pulls me right into his lap so we’re facing each other.
“You can.” My chest rises and falls even more rapidly at the very thought.
“I know I can,” he says with another smile. “But I’m not letting you off that easily.”
Will’s hands move toward my ass, kneading the flesh and only gripping harder when I jolt away in response. My body shudders from the mixture of discomfort and arousal in my response, which only makes his cock swell. He presses me closer against him and that’s when the alarm in my head always seems to go off. I don’t even know why, only that I don’t like feeling as if I’m not in control. As soon as I lose that sense of the situation, I revert to immediate panic.
“Cas.” He’s said my name a few times already but only now does it register. “Look at me.”
My eyes flick up to meet his.
“Breathe, baby,” he purrs.
Instead of rapid, shallow panting, I take a few purposeful breaths while his grip on me tightens. And even if it really shouldn’t be enjoyable for me when he starts grinding me against him, suddenly it is. Maybe even because I’ve heard his low, commanding voice so often over the phone that even in person, he affects me. My shoulders drop with a final sigh that quickly transforms into a pleasured pant.
“That’s it,” he says, stroking up my spine at the same speed he drags his sentence. “Remember how I’d always ask you to touch your cock for me?”
My hips roll forward with his touch, and when I let my head tilt while releasing another pleased sigh, he’s right there. Lips on my neck, to my jaw, then pausing right by my ear.
“Do you think you can do that for me now?”
Normally, that’s an instant no, but… I almost want to try with Will. Almost. His hand moves up my spine again, this time traveling up my neck and landing in my hair. I raise my hand, but I still can’t get myself to commit. And then I get pissed at myself because this shouldn’t be so difficult. I really rather him fucking me however hard he wants.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to make you do everything you don’t.” Then he kisses my neck before wrenching my face back toward his. “We’ll work up to it, baby.”
I nod, but every part of me is shaking. Oddly enough, not scared or nervous. Not exactly looking forward to this either, but when I dip my eyes down for a moment, I can see the sticky trail of precum I’ve left on my stomach.
Will sighs and slides his hands back down to clench my ass. “We are both so fucking hard we could cut steel, but I’m not moving my hands from right here.” Then he kneads into my flesh to drive home his point.
Now, touching him? Not at all a problem. If anything, I’ve always preferred someone who could sit down and shut up, because I had little to no interest in what they offered me, anyway. Sex has always been a means to an end, to what actually brought me fulfillment.
I fist Will’s cock, stroking down to the tip while he lets out a pleasured hiss. Will’s fingers dig into my skin, but he doesn’t move otherwise—save for his lips parting to pant. As soon as I lean forward for another delicious taste of his mouth, he meets me the rest of the way. With every sweep of my tongue and stroke of his cock, his grip hardens until I’m certain he’s bruising me. And I kind of love the idea that he’s not afraid to hurt me, even if he’s fighting his other urges for me. Fuck, does that make my cock ache.
As if he can read my mind, Will whispers, “I want to feel you against me so badly.”
My eyes flick back up to him while I shift around atop his thighs. He immediately presses me closer, and the feeling of friction on my cock is about as good as the sensation of his rubbing against my skin. As soon as I move my hand back into the space between us, his breathing picks up from the anticipation alone. Fuck, I can understand why, too. With both our cocks in my hand, the feeling is more of him on me than me doing anything to myself. After giving myself a second, I stroke the lengths of our shafts. Our tips brush together in my palm and that almost feels like too much, but still better than anything I’ve managed with anyone else. My whole body squirms in response and I can’t hold back the whine that feeling always pulls from me.
Will’s next breath turns into a groan, and I just know he’s close. Weeks of sex over the phone mean I’ve heard it numerous times now. Something about that response helps everything else click into place. Suddenly, it’s more like when we would talk, and I would be able to let go only at his insistence. All those nights spent alone in this room while imagining him. And now he’s really here. I move my hand faster without thinking about what it’s doing. Instead, I’m remembering how much he fucked me last night and how I loved every second of it. That gets my moaning to start.
“That’s it, baby,” Will says. “Go ahead and come.”
And I want to, but that isn’t something I can do on demand. Things would be so much simpler if I could.
“Cas.” He’s got that gravelly voice I love so much, but it’s different now. His tone reminds me of the night at the drive-in when he tried giving me an ultimatum and I called his bluff. His nose brushes against mine, then across my cheek as he makes his way to my ear. “Come for me, or else I’ll grab your cock and make you come myself.”
And that’s probably the last thing I want, which means it’s at the top of his list. Yet his soft threat has an unexpected effect. Well, unexpected to me. My body jerks forward with the sudden rush of unanticipated and overwhelming pleasure of an orgasm. Once I’m moaning Will’s name, he thrusts against my fist a few more times before his cock pulses, too.
Only then does his hand slide up my spine and neck before settling in my hair, where he cradles my scalp and gently rubs his fingers. “That felt so fucking good,” he whispers before kissing my temple.
Agreed. Actually felt good, but I’m not telling him. Even if he somehow manages to have any doubts, I’m not setting the bar high for myself.
“I find it interesting how all the times I’ve gotten you off, a lot of those happened after I threatened you,” Will says with a smirk, followed by another kiss.
“Did not.”
“Yeah, I did.” He sighs right in my ear. “Not with bodily harm, of course, but somehow I doubt that would rattle you.”
I huff to myself. He’s right about that much. Not to mention, if I so desired, I could kill Will. Easily. He’s only slightly bigger but not at all stronger and he has no reason to suspect me, so he leaves himself wide open, frequently. Maybe I shouldn’t find comfort in those thoughts, but relaxing happens more naturally when I have the upper hand.
With a wide grin aimed right at him, I say, “I don’t think you could rattle me.”
“Is that a challenge?” He laughs.
“No.” I sigh and relax more into him. “Regardless of what you do, I’m always going to feel a certain level of comfort around you.”
“I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”