1. Casey
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Casey
Casey
It’s the simple things in life that matter most.
The aroma of coffee in the morning. When the air is that perfect cozy warmth, no matter how hot it is outside.
Having just enough pillows that you feel hugged from all sides.
Soft sheets beneath your fingers, and the smell of fresh cookies in the air.
Normal people would dismiss those things, maybe not even notice them, but not me.
The best thing of all was the scent of my Alpha boyfriend all over my pillow. Mmm, forest. Trees. Like camping in the woods. It wasn’t very potent, even without an inhibitor in my system, but I loved the way he smelled. I pressed my nose to the fabric, trying to catch a deeper whiff of him.
Footsteps approached from the hallway, accompanied by a metallic ping from a spoon hitting the side of a bowl. I rolled over to see Marshall in the doorway of our bedroom, holding a bowl of batter in one hand. He was wearing a gingham apron, and nothing else.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted with a grin. His short red hair was unruly and tousled, as if he’d woken up and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. “You finally have a half-day off from work and you decide to spend it sleeping.”
I knew he wasn’t actually upset about it, if that teasing grin on his freckled cheeks was anything to go by. I rolled into his pillow, burying my face in the trees. “Sorry I’m being such a downer. I’m still exhausted from last week.”
The bowl clicked again, closer this time, and the bed dipped from his weight as he sat beside my feet. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Casey. It happens to everyone. I know it wasn’t my fault either, so please don’t think I’m angry with you.”
“I don’t think that,” I confessed, and it was the truth.
“Maybe…” Marshall’s hand found my foot, and he gently stroked my ankle through the blankets. “Maybe we need to be more adventurous. There could be an unknown side of you, with hidden desires and unfulfilled fantasies.”
“Ahh, so I have secret kinks I don’t know about, huh?
You think that’s why my heat lasted for four days, because I wasn’t being choked or tied up?
” I peeked out from the pillow to see him shrug, his eyes focused on the bowl of batter on his knees.
“I doubt adding handcuffs to our sex life will matter much when I’m in heat.
You could do anything to me in that state and I’d enjoy it. ”
“I know. But I hated seeing you so frustrated. You could barely move, but you kept begging me to keep going. If there’s anything I can do to avoid seeing you that way again, I’ll do it.”
Marshall was so kind. And sweet. He was the perfect partner. I wanted to crawl out of bed and climb into his lap, and I would’ve if he wasn’t still holding that bowl.
“Marsh, we’ve been together for two years.
You know my heats are always… difficult.
But…” Throwing my blankets off, I crawled naked on my hands and knees across the bed, my semi-erect cock swinging between my thighs.
I stopped in front of him, leaning in until our lips almost brushed together.
“...I’m glad I get to spend them with you. ”
The front of his apron slowly raised from the sight of my naked body. “Don’t change the subject, Casey.”
“I’m not.”
His spare hand slid between my arms and found my dick, slowly stroking me up and down. His touch made my body shudder, and I shut my eyes to focus on the pleasure. He flicked his wrist with every stroke and squeezed his hand around the tip, making my hips rise with a gasp.
“Fuck my hand,” he whispered.
His fingers formed a soft tunnel around me.
I thrust in and out of his hand, my moans rising as my cock dripped pre-cum, only adding to the wet feeling around me.
Is this what he felt every time he was inside me?
Tight warmth, squeezing until you felt lightheaded.
Heat pooled in my ass, and slick dripped down the back of my thighs as I went harder into his hand.
“Now that I have you here,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm for what we were doing.
I moaned and fucked his hand faster and faster as pleasure built inside me.
“I want you to meet my family.” My hips almost stopped, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was keep thrusting, keep fucking.
He knew how I felt about that. It’s why we’d been together for this long without meeting each other's families.
“Ungh,” I grunted. “Marshall.”
His fingers tightened around my cock, focusing right on my wet, swollen tip. “Say yes and I’ll fuck you after you cum. Just say yes, Casey.”
I was too far gone to refuse an offer of being fucked, and he knew it. “You’re so mean,” I gasped.
He licked a path up my earlobe and stroked me in time with my thrusts, sending a surge of pleasure through my body. “I want them to meet you. I’ll fuck you every day until you say yes. Just one visit. And then you don’t have to see them again.”
I was moaning and gasping instead of giving him an answer, thrusting my hips until that tight sensation formed at the base of my cock, signaling my impending climax.
His hand quickly stopped and he tightly grasped me as my orgasm almost slid away.
“Marshall, for fuck’s sake,” I whined. “I’ll meet them, fine, yes! ”
His hand was a blur on my cock, stroking and slipping across my tip, and a white hot sensation burst from my neck and ass mere seconds before I exploded into his hand.
My climax was a white hot burst of need, so powerful I almost collapsed.
He caught my trembling body, the bowl of batter somehow forgotten in the moment. “Glad you saw my side of things.”
“Fuck you,” I groaned, trying to catch my breath.
He gently lifted my head, his green eyes staring down at me. “They’re going to love you, Casey.”
They wouldn’t. Not after they knew the truth about me.