34. Casey
THIRTY-FOUR
Casey
Casey
The last time I was in the sunroom, the rain drowned out my cries of passion as I took what I wanted for once in my life. It was a night of hidden desires, and letting myself surrender to a longing I couldn’t control. Being back here with him was something entirely different.
As the weeks passed, some small part of me feared this moment, the day I finally belonged to Adam.
We’d spend so much time in a rush of emotion, sneaking around and loving each other in the shadows.
What if that’s all we had? But as he held me against him, our bodies moving together in a maddening rush of desire, I knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.
All my doubts faded away as if they’d never existed.
It wasn’t the thrill that kept me by his side.
It was him. It was this. What began as pure desire, a thirst, an uncontrollable need, had blossomed into something new.
Something better. Much like a seed, when given love and attention, it grows into a flower.
It felt more like a raging fire than a blooming flower when we were tangled up together, my nails digging into Adam’s back as he absolutely wrecked my asshole.
It was no different between us than it had been before.
If anything, the inhibitions were gone, and now I could truly enjoy my time with him.
I could scratch and bite him without worrying if anyone would see.
I did just that, pulling Adam closer to me so I could lick and bite his neck, my fingers digging further into his skin as he fucked me harder.
“Careful, kitty cat,” he cooed with delight. “You’re biting and scratching me like a feral kitten.”
Groaning, I sank my teeth into him, my body already on the precipice of ecstasy. “I want to leave marks on you, so everyone can see that you’re mine.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth. It’s my turn now.
” He shoved me into the blanket, hovering over my trembling body, his eyes falling to my chest. He ran one finger between my pecs, watching how I gasped for air as I struggled to stay still.
“I’ve been dreaming about this. About these.
” He cupped my chest with both hands, sliding his fingers down to my nipples.
“I’ve imagined what your tits would look like, all swollen and sore from being sucked on.
I could never do all the things I wanted to do to you. ”
I knew exactly what he meant. Every stolen moment always held some level of caution, and neither of us truly let ourselves go even when it felt like we’d lost all our inhibitions. I dragged my nails down his back, just because I could. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Growling, he pinched my nipples with both hands, rolling them between his fingers until it stung.
“I want to make your nipples so sore, you can’t even wear a shirt without it hurting, and then I’ll suck the pain away.
” A wave of heat rushed over me at the thought of walking around the house with sore nipples, a constant reminder that it was from my Alpha sucking on them.
Fuck, that was so hot. If I wasn’t already hard and ready to burst, I would’ve been there just from that thought alone.
I moaned and writhed as pleasure built at the base of my cock, my body about to explode.
“Are you going to cum from thinking about me sucking your nipples?”
I was. And he hadn’t even done it yet. Shameless. That’s what he made me. It was all his fault. I tossed my arm over my eyes so he wouldn’t see the blush forming on my cheeks as my orgasm quickly washed over me, making me a shuddering mess.
Mid climax, he tore my arm away and held it above my head. “Do not hide your face from me, omega. I want to see everything.” He tweaked my nipples, enjoying my flushed cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you embarrassed before. You did get a little shy when you came from having your ass eaten.”
The teasing only heightened my arousal, and he knew it.
Leaning down, he sucked one nipple between his teeth, sucking and nipping it over and over.
It didn’t leave his mouth until I was groaning with both pleasure and pain.
He let it go with one final lick, and stared down at his handiwork with pride.
My nipple was swollen and sore, and I winced when he flicked it with his finger.
He did the same to the other one, and went back and forth until every touch against my chest hurt.
I’d like to pretend I didn’t enjoy it, but I fucking did.
I came over and over as he suckled me, so many times it only added to my embarrassment.
He attacked them with such fervor, I wondered which one of us was enjoying it more, the one bruising my nipples or me from cumming all over myself every time he bit down on them.
Once they were properly sore, and swollen to twice their normal size, he nipped and sucked the rest of my chest to match, leaving bite marks all over me. I’d be surprised if any patch of skin was left untouched by the time we were done.
I came again, and again, the pleasure both too much and not enough all at once.
This was worse than counting my orgasms. Now I had no idea how many I'd had, or what number I would’ve been on.
Each one felt like falling into an abyss, not knowing if this was the end or if there would be something to catch me before I fell again.
For the first time since we’d met, there was nothing holding us back. Nothing and no one to stand between us. I could fall apart in Adam’s arms with the sun beating over our heads, and he would be here to catch me.
We lay beneath the sunlight, intertwined on the blanket as we basked in each other's bodies. His scent. His touch. He still captivated me as much as he did that first day. He still drove me insane with pleasure, bringing me to the brink over and over. Even when I thought I had nothing left to give, Adam still found a way to make me cum again. But even though my body had gone limp from all the orgasms, he hadn’t climaxed once since we started.
If he was going to get one last orgasm from me, I was going to make sure I got one from him.
Pushing his shoulders, we sat up, and I settled on his lap as his cock drove deeper inside me. I took his face between my hands, holding his gaze as I rode him. “What if I want to make you cum over and over? I want to make you lose your fucking mind, Adam.”
His lips parted in a deep moan. “I’m already there, baby. Make me cum for you.” His usual commanding presence had completely faded, and he gave into my control as easily as I did his. Every thrust of my hips drove us both closer to the edge, to one final climax shared between us.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered in his ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Casey. Forever.”
The words unbound us, a promise that tied us together for life, the words we had both longed to hear for so long. Pleasure cascaded between us, and we came in the same breath, surrendering to the longing that bound us together.
Boneless and panting to catch my breath, I held him so tightly, my arms shook against his back. I wanted to tell him… more. The words I’d held in my heart for weeks. But before I could, sleep slowly overtook me, and I fell asleep in Adam’s arms.