23. Casey #2
My head lolled against his shoulder, and I grunted with pleasure as his hand kept stroking me. For a mind-numbing few seconds, his touch was too much for my sensitive flesh, but then I was already climbing to another orgasm, one I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
Lifting me with his legs, he brought us just above the water so he could watch as his hand stroked another orgasm out of my cock. I twitched and moaned, surrendering to that mind-numbing pleasure only he could bring. My cum shot everywhere, plopping onto the milky water and all over his hand.
“That’s a good boy,” he cooed in my ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth.
“Your cock looks so pretty when it cums for me.” God, I’d missed his voice in my ear, teasing me relentlessly for the way I reacted to him.
It humiliated me and made me burn inside all at once.
Kissing down my neck, he stroked my chest with his free hand, tantalizing my sensitive skin.
“Are you okay now? Do you need more?” Hearing him check on me in such a heated moment was almost sexier than the taunts in my ear.
I gently took his hand from my cock and wrapped his arms around me again as our legs lowered into the water, the post-orgasmic bliss floating over me like a blanket.
“I’m good right here.” I was good here. Being in his arms, I was the best I had ever been.
If I stayed here forever, it still wouldn’t be enough.
“So you think this is just hormones?” I asked, his earlier comment lingering in my mind.
“Do you want it to be?”
I didn’t know what I wanted. And the longer I spent with Adam, the more true that became.
I stroked his arm, my eyes drifting to the pile of clothes on the floor.
Marshall was probably wondering where I was.
I ran out the door when I was clearly unwell.
I knew I should get up and check my phone, just to be sure he was okay.
But… I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want this to end. Not for a single moment.
“I hate hurting Marshall this way.” Those were the unspoken words between us, knowing we were hurting the one person we both cared about. “I’m being so selfish.”
“No.” He touched my chin, gently turning my head to meet his eyes. “You’re not being selfish. I’m the selfish one. I saw what could never be mine, and I took it anyway, knowing my son would be hurt if I did.” He stroked my cheek, tenderly petting my worries away. “You can blame me for this.”
“But I wanted you too.”
“You have me.”
Maybe it was the bath, or maybe it was how safe I felt in his arms. I found myself wanting to ask him questions, ones that had lingered in my mind since we met. I was relaxed enough to ask without stopping myself.
“What happened between you and Marshall?”
Adam leaned back into the tub, taking me with him, his hand gently stroking my head.
“I started my landscaping business when the boys were small. It was always my thing, and I never expected them to be part of it. They both had other things they were interested in. Marshall mentioned a few jobs over the years, but he never settled on anything specific that I knew of. Then one day he asked if he could be part of my team. He said landscaping was what he’d always wanted.
I was excited to teach him, but only because he seemed happy.
We worked together for weeks, teaching and learning about planting, and planning.
I was so proud of him. And then I came home one day, and his room was empty.
His car was gone. He’d gone to Hanford to be a surgeon.
I never even knew he applied for medical school.
I tried calling him, but he wouldn’t answer.
I had to finish our project on my own, but it wasn’t even about that.
I just couldn’t understand why he pretended to want a job with me, only to leave for medical school like it was always the plan.
I keep wondering if I pressured him at all, or made him feel like Oakridge was the only place for him.
That wasn’t my intention. I thought he knew I love him no matter what he wants to be, but… this convinced me I’d failed him.”
The story put Marshall in a different light, one I had never seen on him before. He was always kind and considerate, but this… this wasn’t kind.
“He never mentioned it?” Adam asked.
“No,” I said. “I didn’t even know your name until we met. I thought… Well, I thought you would judge me because I can’t have children.”
He paused, his green eyes studying my face before he gently kissed my forehead. “That detracts nothing from your value, little one. Anyone who believes that is not worth your affection or time.”
A long, luxurious stroke of my head made my toes curl.
This was nice. Sitting here with him in the bath, not focused on anything but each other.
We usually spent our time having wild sex.
That’s not to say we didn’t do things like this afterwards, but when our time together was limited, I rarely had the luxury of lingering in his arms. The talking was nice, too.
Conversation was easy with him, even when we talked about things that were difficult to speak about.
He had to be curious about my past, just as I was of his, but he still didn’t press me to tell him anything. There were still things he didn’t know. But there were still things I didn’t know about him either, things I really wanted to discover.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, his fingers dancing across my temple. “You get tense when you’re in thought.”
“Did you…” I hesitated just briefly, wondering if I was about to cross the line with him. “Was your wife into the play that we do? Counting orgasms and spankings?” I almost held my breath as I waited for him to answer, and he surprised me with an amused chuckle before kissing my head again.
“No. Laura was different. She knew I enjoyed rougher play, but it wasn’t her thing, and I respected that.
Sometimes we did light play during a rut or a heat, and that was enough for me.
When she got sick, she kept telling me to find an omega that shared my needs.
But when she died, I couldn’t bring myself to be with someone else.
I thought my love and desires died with her.
But then I saw you.” He caressed my chest, and my stomach, stimulating my heated body until my cock was hard again, the head peeking out from the milky water.
“All the desires I’d suppressed, ones that were buried when I met her, they all came back to me.
” He gripped my cock in his big, rough hand, his thumb swirling around the tip.
“Do you like what we do together, Casey?”
“I…” Swallowing hard, I moaned as he stroked me, his slow, tantalizing movements meant to drive me insane. “I love it.”