11. Cas
CHAPTER 11
Cas
I slide into James’s mouth with a relieved groan. He’s been teasing me and I’ve let him, but now I need release.
I don’t have to take it easy on him. James and I have fucked each other every which way and know each other’s turn-ons and limits, as well as our own.
I thrust, hitting the back of his throat and only feel his fingers dig into my ass, urging me on.
“That’s right. Take me,” I grit out, thrusting again. I’m not going to come like this. I need to fuck him. But I do love his mouth. He looks so beautiful on his knees for me, sucking and licking and wanting me this way.
James could have anyone. Male or female. He’s not only gorgeous, with his always slightly mussed hair, his sweet warm green eyes, his easy smile, and all of those chiseled gymnast muscles, but he’s charming as hell and such a genuinely nice guy, no one can resist him.
I’m a good guy too. I know that. I’m not bad to look at either, or so I’ve been told. But I remember being amazed that our first date actually ended in the bedroom, and that he called me first the day after.
I also remember thinking, don’t let him get away .
I didn’t.
I don’t intend to.
I’d do anything for this man.
I thrust three more times, then drop to my knees in front of him and kiss him deeply. My tongue fucks his as I grip his head in both of my hands.
I lean back, resting my forehead on his. “I love you so damned much.”
“Easy to say when you’re about ten seconds from coming,” he says breathlessly.
I laugh. “Always easy to say. But yes, I’m feeling very fond of you at the moment. Get up.”
We stand and I turn him, bending him over so he has to brace his hands on the bed. I run my hands up and down his back, then around his sides and over his abs.
“What do you want?” I ask. “I’m going to take your ass. Do you want to come first, during, or after?”
He takes my hand and pulls it around to his cock. I grip him, stroking up and down. He groans. “Yes. That. Fuck me and jerk me off.”
“Jesus. Gladly.” I reach into our bedside table and grab the lube, flipping the top open with my thumb and squeezing a generous portion out.
I knead his ass—getting him ready—he presses back against me.
“Cas, stop playing.”
“Greedy,” I chide lightly. “I love when you get impatient for my cock.”
“I’m always impatient for your cock.”
I give his a squeeze and a long, firm stroke. “That’s the right thing to say.” I take my cock in hand, stroking with the same pace I’m giving him.
His head drops forward, hanging as he takes a deep breath. “Fuck, yes.”
I stroke him faster and press against his backside, gripping his hip.
I love the way his shoulder muscles bunch as he braces himself, pushing back against me. His back muscles are like carved marble. I love just looking at him, running my hands over him, watching them flex as we fuck, but even as he works out, or fixes something around the house, or plays with our son.
I press forward, easing into him, relishing his ragged, “ Fuck. ”
The feel of him gripping my cock is, as always, heaven. “James,” I grit out.
“Fuck me, Cas.”
“Gladly.” I pull back and press back in, continuing to stroke his cock. “Just don’t wake the baby when I make you come so good.”
“Yes, sir.” His voice is tight, and I know he’s getting close.
I thrust into him harder this time and he grunts. I squeeze him, pumping firmly.
I continue fucking him, stroking him, talking to him.
“You feel so fucking good. God, you look good bent over our bed, giving me your ass.”
I love his groans, his ‘ fucks ’, and finally, “Cas, God, yes !” as he comes, spilling all over my hand and our sheets.
I fuck into him harder, faster, then grip his hips tightly as my climax slams into me and I pump deep.
I slump forward, curving over his back, breathing hard, kissing his shoulder.
He continues to brace himself, keeping us both supported as we drag in oxygen and float back to earth.
After several long moments, I straighten, running my hands down his back, before I pull out.
He straightens and turns and we kiss, this time lazily, spent and happy.
James runs his hands through my hair and I run mine up and down his back.
When we pull apart, we share a smile.
“Shower?” he asks.
I nod. “Definitely.”
I kick our discarded clothes toward the hamper. We’ll get them later. In the bathroom, James turns the walk-in shower on and I grab the towels. We step in together and take turns dragging soapy hands over each other. We kiss and stroke, but it doesn’t turn sexual.
We’ve had plenty of sex in the shower, of course, but tonight we just clean up, step out and dry off, then get in bed together.
We lie on our sides, looking at each other. He cups my face. I cover his hand.
“What?” I ask.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I intend to love you for the rest of my life. In other houses, with more kids, no matter what’s ahead and what happens.”
I nod. “Ditto.”
“And if Caroline says no, maybe…we don’t…” He trails off.
“No other women?” I ask.
“Maybe.”
“We don’t even have to ask Caroline,” I say. She feels different. And I think that’s a good thing. But if we don’t go there, then we can’t miss what we never have. “It’s up to you.”
He blows out a breath. “The thing is, I really want to ask Caroline.”
That makes my heart do a weird thump. A good, weird thump. That’s what I wanted him to say, but I didn’t want to admit it until he did.
“Me too,” I say. “So, let’s ask. The worst that happens, she says no.”
“Right. And it’s awkward as fuck around her in the gym and just hanging out.”
I laugh. “It won’t be awkward. She’s very cool. I think she’ll just roll with it, honestly. She’ll say no and we’ll shrug and go ‘okay, worth a shot’ and we’ll all move on.”
I’m right. Caroline seems open-minded. And James will regret it if we don’t ask her.
“And,” I say, my grin getting a little sly. “She might say yes.”
I can see hope in James’s eyes. I also notice how his dick stirs.
“She might,” he agrees.
“In fact, I think we should prepare for the chance that she does,” I say.
He lifts a brow. “How do we do that?”
“Have Noah stay overnight with your mom. Get some condoms. Maybe some flavored lube.”
“You think we’re going to need it to be flavored?” he asks with a laugh.
“I just want all the incentives for everyone going down on everyone else.”
He moves in, putting his mouth against mine. “Trust me, Caroline is going to want you between her legs. And to have your cock in her mouth. She won’t need anything flavored.” He kisses me deeply as I groan. God, I want that woman. More than I’ve wanted any of the others. Some of my relationships before James were with women. And we’ve shared some sweet, very sexy ones. But I’ve never felt the way I do about Caroline and I’m not even sure why.
She just has an ‘it’ factor that has my blood—and cock—stirring.
“Fuck,” I say into his mouth. “I can’t wait to see her gagging on your cock while I eat her pussy.”
My graphic talk about Caroline makes his cock harden almost instantly.
We’ve never known the woman we’ve taken to bed ahead of time, so we’ve never planned like this. Sure, we’ve stocked up on supplies and made a general game plan, but we haven’t been able to picture the specific woman lying between us, writhing in pleasure on our sheets, her legs spread, her mouth filled…
“Fuck,” James curses, as I grip his now hard again cock.
“I love how much you want her,” I tell him. “It’s going to be so fucking good.”
“Cas ,” he groans as I stroke him.
“Tell me what you’re imagining,” I demand, my voice and strokes firm. I intend to make every one of his fantasies come true.
He decides to be totally honest. “Me in her pussy, you in my ass.”
“Goddamn,” I groan. “Yes. Fuck.” I pick up my pace on his cock.
“But you need to take her pussy too,” he says, pumping his hips in rhythm. “I want to see you fucking her.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I say enthusiastically. “I’m going to spread those pretty thighs and make her scream, I promise.”
And that is what makes my husband erupt into my hand for the second time.
And I love it.
James kisses me hard, then gets up to clean up.
When he gets back in bed and pulls the duvet over us, he says, “Now shut up and go to sleep or we’re going to be up all night discussing our dirty Caroline fantasies.”
“I can think of worse ways to spend our time,” I tease as he curls into my side.
“I think we should discuss them with Caroline,” he says. Then he yawns. “If she says yes.”
I feel his body relaxing, but I say, “Or we could discuss them with her to help get her to say yes.”
He tenses briefly. Yeah, the idea of telling Caroline all of our dirty thoughts is pretty tempting to me, too. I’m really hoping she’s going to say yes anyway, but I also think we could give her a very good sales pitch. I smile and kiss the top of his head.
“Sweet dreams,” I tell him.
“I’m going to wake up with a hard-on,” he mutters.
Yeah, I assume I’ll be having hot sex dreams all night, too.
“Well, maybe we should set the alarm a little early,” I say. “We can definitely take care of early morning hard-ons.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he does roll toward the alarm clock on his side of the bed and bump the wake time back by thirty minutes.