25. Cas
Chapter twenty-five
Cas
I have never had this much sex in my life. Hell, I’ve never spent this much time with anyone in my life. And the best part is, I don’t have to be all needy and awkward and ask Will if maybe he’d like to come over on a daily basis. No. This motherfucker tells me he’ll be here as soon as he’s out of work and I better be ready, then proceeds to spend the rest of his waking hours devoted to me.
Usually we have lunch or dinner or whatever, and he spends the entire time lavishing me with contact. Kissing me, and holding me, and touching me constantly so he’s always on me. And always, always at some point, he winds up dragging me to the bedroom where he fucks me senseless. Until I don’t think I can move anymore and I don’t even want to try. And I kind of fucking love it. I really fucking love it. I love how he treats me like he owns me and I love waking up every day covered in bite marks and bruises from him spending the night claiming me and I even love how the soreness lingers like a memory, so even when he’s not there, I’m instantly brought back to the night before and him panting right in my ear how much he adores me. Maybe to some it’s like being chewed up and spit out, but Will consumes my body entirely and I’ve never had anyone who did that before. Never had anyone I wanted to give it over to, either.
This also means, as much as I belong to Will, he belongs to me. Now, I’m not the possessive type like him. More the petty type. I want to grab every man around him and shove their nose into our relationship until they recoil and maintain their distance. Those that don’t will be dealt with in other ways. Part of my daily routine over the last month has become driving past the farm and popping in just to say hello and be adorable and remind Will exactly what’s waiting for him when he’s done working.
Only this morning, there’s another car parked at the back of the lot where Cheryl and the other employees always leave their vehicles. Huh. Maybe Jesse got a new car. No way Lucy is done with maternity leave yet. Cheryl, being the sweetheart she is, gave Lucy double the amount of time most women get. Still probably not long enough and maybe even why we have a whole generation of fucked-up kids that are now milling around as fucked-up adults, but that’s beside the point. It’s still better than Lucy would get working anywhere else in town.
The bell jingles when I open the door, iced coffee for Will in hand. And who should I see standing at the register right beside my boyfriend, but some fresh-faced platinum-blond teenybopper in skinny jeans.
“Hi, welcome to Moonlight Meadow Farm. Shit. Moonlit Meadow Farm. Fuck, I just said shit, didn’t I?”
Will snorts. “You picked the right person to fuck that up on.” Then he turns right to me with a warm smile. “Afternoon, baby.”
I wordlessly offer the iced coffee to Will, which he accepts with an even wider smile before taking a sip, then gesturing to me.
“Riley, this is my boyfriend. Boyfriend, this is the new hire to fill in while Lucy’s on leave.”
Lovely.
Will snickers at my prickly attitude and pulls me across the counter to plant a kiss on my lips. “Couldn’t stay away?”
“Never can,” I say with a sigh.
“Good. Because I can’t wait to see you later.”
Sigh. Well, that quells my insides. For now.
“You guys are a really cute couple,” Riley chimes in. “You’re going to have to introduce me to some people. I don’t really know anyone yet except Will.”
And there goes my good mood. I’m all twitchy again.
“Yes, young Riley is new to the area and already well aware of how small the pool of available options is out here,” Will says.
“What about Jesse?” I ask with a wide smile.
“Ah… yeah… that could work. Maybe. I guess.” Will forces a laugh. “You’ll meet him eventually, anyway. He works here, too.”
Riley does that happy little clap, and it’s enough to make me want to vomit. I suppose the one comforting thing is Will showing no interest in who’s right beside him. He really does have eyes only for me and he hasn’t taken them off me yet.
Will pulls me back for one more kiss, one that can make me weak in my knees, then smiles at me. “Until tonight, baby.”
Well, that puts me in a good enough mood that I may just make it out of here without losing my shit publicly. Instead, I imagine what would’ve happened had Riley been brash enough to hit on me, and that makes me smile to myself before I leave.
Will gets out of work only a few hours later, and by now I’m used to the routine. He comes into the house, we plan our evening, then we conclude with him ravaging me senseless. It’s a good routine, not only because it’s predictable, but because it requires very little effort on my part. When Will arrives that evening, instead of our cute and domestic song-and-dance, he scoops me right up with a grin.
“I’ve been thinking of you all day,” he whispers against my mouth, pulling my lower lip in between his teeth.
“Yeah?” I hum.
“After you left, that twink went out of his way to tell me how cute he thought you were. All I could think about the rest of my shift was bending you over the counter and fucking you right in front of him.”
That gets me to smile.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Will’s nose grazes near my ear while he nips at my neck. “Good, because I have a surprise for you.”
“Am I going to like it?” I snicker.
“Probably not at first,” he says. “But you will.”
Oh, that makes my cock twitch. Will pulls at my thighs and I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist while gazing down at him.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” he purrs in my ear. “We need to put that to the test for my amusement.”
My whole body shakes from excitement while Will hikes to the bedroom, so by the time he throws me down, my cock is thick and swollen. I’ve concluded Will really is the magic element of this formula. Even after sitting down and watching porn, nada. With Will, I’m always rock hard in seconds and the guy goes at me until I’m coming—whether I like it or not.
We peel our clothes off and Will’s got me flipped on my back in seconds. My body jumps with anticipation as he works his way down my chest, licking and sucking, kissing and biting. My skin breaks out with goosebumps by the time he reaches my navel. He’s been consistently pushing me. Not impatiently, but more in a manner that says he’s determined to break down my hesitancy and I really will be all his, forever tethered to his whims.
Will gazes back at me while his tongue traces down to my cock. His hands move up to the insides of my thighs, gripping me hard despite being delicate with his mouth. His tongue licks softly at the head, lapping at a small bead of precum at the slit. When his mouth wraps around the tip, my pelvis lifts automatically but he slams me back down into the mattress with his hands.
It’s not like it doesn’t feel good. If anything, it feels too good. By the time the overstimulation stops, it doesn’t feel like much of anything. Will’s hot breath hits my wet skin, and he wraps his lips around the head of my cock again. He holds it there, suckling just the tip, slowly and gently. Not a proper blowjob by any means, but it’s what works for me, and the last time he got me to come within minutes.
When Will pulls himself up more and pops off, I let out an involuntary whimper that makes him chuckle. He’s got the lube, which is promising, but after stroking a finger outside my hole repeatedly, he cracks a smile and I know he’s merely teasing me yet again. He ends up dumping a bunch on the tip of my cock, and now I’m just confused.
“Hold your cock for me,” he says with a throaty whisper.
I do as he asks, and he settles back into the space between my legs. Then he’s got a… I don’t know. I honestly have no idea what he’s going for here and not knowing makes my heart race in my chest.
“What is that?” I squawk.
“What does it look like?” Will smiles.
Well, it looks like a thin metal rod. Maybe titanium or surgical steel. Smooth in some areas, bumpy and twisty in others.
“Where is it going?” I ask, not even bothering to mask the alarm in my voice. No point. It’s not like that will dissuade him in the slightest. If anything, I’m egging him on by responding this way.
“Where do you think?” Will asks right back.
“You’re going to shove that in my cock, aren’t you?”
I don’t think it’s possible for him to smile any wider, and yet he manages it. “When have I ever not been gentle?”
The very notion gets me to snort. Will has a very contrary sort of gentleness about him. On one hand, he’ll fuck someone raw and not even bat an eye, but he also knows that won’t bother me nearly as much as plenty of other things he could do. He’s been consistently testing my limits, but he has also been accommodating since the beginning, so much so we’ve done things I never even thought would be physically possible for me to enjoy. Maybe because, despite it all, he has kept his promise to me. He’s never done anything without telling me first.
Will swirls the rod against the tip of my cock, only barely grazing the skin of the head before coming in contact with the slit. Ever so slightly he pushes, so the rod goes inside and… it’s immediately pleasurable in a way I’ve never experienced. When I moan, Will pulls back slightly only to push deeper.
“Good job, baby.” He sounds nothing short of pleased, but I can’t say how he looks when I’ve got my head thrown back and my eyes closed.
Likely grinning ear to ear as he repeats the process of gliding the rod in and out gently, so the bumps and twists in the metal graze the inside of my cock with every pass. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and maybe the newness lends to the absolute pleasure. There’s no negative association, no discomfort, nothing but sheer pleasure that’s matched only by the fullness I’ve come to crave—only this time it’s my cock being stuffed.
My legs shiver so hard they vibrate, and my balls tingle with the promise that I am going to get off from this. The pleasure keeps smacking me hard, so much so I can’t even stop to think about what I’m doing or how I must sound. My cock pulses and Will must sense it somehow because he swerves right back into praise.
“That’s it, baby. Good boy. Very good boy.”
And his voice shoves me right past the edge, as usual. Only this is not the sexy gasping orgasms he usually pulls out of me. I come hard and I moan harder, with a climax that lasts so long I almost believe it won’t stop. Then it’s over, and Will does his damndest to move slowly and gently while everything’s still so sensitive. Only after the last of the rod comes out do I register his other hand holding on to my cock, too. Oh my god, I think he actually jerked me off while he had the rod in and I didn’t even realize it.
Before I can even begin to process that, and while still in my post-orgasm haze, he rolls me over and swipes some lube across my hole with his fingers.
“Go ahead,” I pant. I know exactly what he wants and he can have it. It’s not even that I don’t care. I want him to have what he wants. To take it.
“Are you sure?” Will murmurs down at me.
I nod. “I want it,” I croak.
“Oh, baby,” he coos in my ear.
Will lines up his cock, slamming into me all at once, then dropping his weight down to pin me in place. I normally do not like the trapped feeling, but I know I can get him off me. I don’t want to this time. I want him groaning in my ear, and one of his hands fisting my hair so he can rip my head back right where he wants it.
“I love you so much. You’re so perfect, baby.” He gasps right in my ear.
Before I can even adjust to the sensation of being filled so quickly, he’s going deeper with each thrust. His pelvis pushing me down against the mattress almost becomes too much, especially with my spent cock rubbing against the sheets beneath me. Lifting my hips only does so much and his pleasured breaths drown out my whines of protest.
“You’re doing so good. It feels so fucking good using your hole however I want.” Will briefly shivers atop me and he starts moving even faster while my body screams at me.
He’s been right about one thing. It doesn’t matter if I don’t like it. Even when he knows, he doesn’t care. He wants it. All that matters to him is me wanting it, too. Except, he’s what I want, and I’m starting to see that now.
Will pushes harder against me, making every thrust rougher while his desire builds. Even after I force myself to relax, I can’t stop the intermittent whimpers coming out of me.
“That’s my good boy,” he rasps in my ear. “You’re such a good boy, Cas. Almost done, baby.”
Will continues to pant his encouragement and after a certain period the white-hot pain dulls, and pleasure starts to creep back in at an uncomfortable rate. Will notices, and shifts over to shallow and steady thrusting while kissing bruises into my neck.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he sighs into my skin. “Let me hear it, again.”
“Fuck—” I croak.
Will pounds harder against me again, not only forcing his cock deeper into me but also the air from my lungs.
“That’s my boy. Say it for me.”
The rest happens strangely on its own, as if someone else does it for me. I can feel my body breaking down into minuscule pieces, yet I have never felt more loved in my life. Cared for. With a trembling voice that matches my quivering body, I say, “Fuck me, Daddy.”
Will halts so aggressively, I almost think he intends to stop. He doesn’t. He picks back up and fucks me so mercilessly I can’t believe I’m not making more noise. Maybe I am. I really can’t do more than gasp when I can hardly breathe. The lack of air makes my head swim and hyperventilating beneath him only makes it worse. His fingers press into my flesh with an iron grip and relief comes in the form of a pulsing cock while his warm cum fills me. Will kisses down from my neck to my shoulder while he holds on to me securely.
“I love you. I mean it. I love you and you’re going to be mine forever, baby. Like it or not.”
I like it.