Chapter 18
Atlee
Good grief…now what?
Casimir was going to be frustrated but there was no way I was washing the car if the audience wasn’t even pretending to be subtle.
Gerald and Paul were just standing by my mailbox as I pulled the car out of the garage to wash it. Thankfully I hadn’t changed clothes yet, but they were still making it weird with the way they were watching me.
Where were their wives?
And where was Casimir?
No…that was a stupid question.
He was probably standing at his window snickering, but that didn’t tell me what I was supposed to do under the circumstances.
“Gentleman.” Climbing out of the car, I closed the door and did my best to pretend nothing was odd. “Heading out to run errands?”
I was hoping they’d say yes but they just stood there watching me.
Since logical neighborly norms weren’t working, I decided to guess what Casimir would do and headed down to let them wring gossip out of me. They stayed quiet as they studied me, but we all knew they had to do something soon.
I wasn’t sure what was beyond weird but we’d find out if they kept staring at me.
Still nothing?
As I stopped in front of them, I waited to see what would happen. I hadn’t started the strange situation, so I wasn’t going to try to fix it.
Ten seconds of silence felt a lot longer than it actually was.
Finally, Gerald sighed. “We’re not trying to be rude…but the Reddit people said we might be rude.”
Okay, so they could get weirder.
What would Casimir say?
Hell, what would Brandon say?
“I’m not sure we should use Reddit as the litmus test for manners.” Or logic. “It takes a lot to offend me, so please don’t worry about that.”
Most of the time that was just because people were too confusing for me to take them seriously.
Gerald and Paul both sighed in unison which I knew would’ve delighted Casimir. I just did my best to look patient as they worked up to whatever was on their minds.
Paul took the lead that time. “We want to make sure you’re not just…getting to know Casimir because he’s not…he’s not the butch kind of gay.”
Wasn’t that how people described lesbians?
Could that phrase be used for men?
Did they think I was dating Casimir because he was on the more feminine side of the scale?
I was starting to see why they’d gotten told they were offensive, but I shook my head and didn’t mind the crazy. “No, I really didn’t know him that well until after the divorce was well underway but we’ve got a lot in common.”
Beyond BDSM, but I had to admit I was glad that was working out.
That had them exchanging confusing looks like they were having a silent conversation. It wasn’t a short one either, but after a few moments, Gerald made a frustrated huff and decided it was his turn. “Men and women aren’t the same, Atlee.”
Huh?
Did they think I didn’t know that?
“It’s okay to be lonely but you can’t mess with people’s hearts. Casimir…he’s sensitive.” Paul’s helpful additions weren’t as clarifying as he seemed to think they were. “He appreciates how logical you are but there’s more to a relationship than just being a good partner.”
Was there?
Casimir said I was a good partner?
How was I supposed to respond to any of their comments?
What were they actually worried about?
“I’m glad he appreciates how logical I am.” It seemed like we were all on the same page with that, which actually felt good. People never actually seemed to like that about me in the past. “I appreciate his vibrant personality and the fact that he’s male.”
When they both blinked, I decided to keep trying on that part. “It’s actually one of the things I like best about him.”
For a variety of reasons.
They both started nodding, though.
“Women are hard.” Gerald glanced over at Paul and mouthed something that looked like divorce, before he turned back to me. “He’s had bad luck with dating.”
That was so true it was almost funny.
“That’s one of the reasons I’m glad he seems to appreciate how steady I am.” That seemed like the best word to describe me.
They nodded.
Okay, we were on the same page with something.
“He’s also very upfront with what he needs from a relationship, so that’s making it easier as well.” It was another ridiculous understatement but it made the men nod again. “I’m taking this seriously and I promise it’s not some kind of rebound thing.”
I didn’t think it was but I wasn’t sure I’d recognize if it were since I didn’t think I’d ever done that before.
They liked the answer, though.
They stood straighter and Gerald nodded as he continued taking the strange conversation seriously. “I’m glad you’re thinking about that.”
Good?
“I am.” That was the only answer I could give him but I wasn’t sure we were done yet based on the way they’d gone back to staring at me.
“But he’s a man.” Paul’s careful tone had me trying to keep a straight face. “He’s a man.”
Duh?
No.
Not helpful.
How straight did I look?
“I knew a lot of artists in college.” I wasn’t sure how much I had to say about my sexuality and how much was just them being nosy. “That isn’t an issue.”
“He knew artists.” Gerald’s tone was confusing but it made Paul nod. “Artists.”
Was that a code for something else?
I’d been aiming for sexually flexible but I was starting to worry about how they’d taken it.
“College.” Paul was returning the head nod, but neither of them made any sense. “Artists.”
Were we speaking the same language?
“I’ll let you both get back to your day.” Was I supposed to thank them for being nosy? “Thanks for checking in on me.”
Was that a reasonable response?
I still wasn’t sure as they both gave quick waves and headed back down the street, and I didn’t even know how I’d explain the conversation to Casimir. He was going to have a thousand questions but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to answer any of them.
Heading back inside, I tried to go over it in my head, but that wasn’t helping. “Well, at the very least, they wanted to make sure I knew Casimir was a man…because they didn’t want me surprised at finding a penis under his clothes?”
No…this wasn’t going to make any sense, so I was just going to do my best to distract Casimir and hope washing the car was as distracting as he’d said it would be.
****
“Try again, baby.” Straddling my lap, Casimir pinned me to the couch but I wasn’t sure my distraction had worked like I’d hoped. “What did they say?”
How was I supposed to answer that?
“I can’t think.” The way he was grinding on me made it impossible to get enough blood in my head for my brain to work. “You’re…”
Distracting.
I needed to learn how to do that better so I could distract him, but Casimir was clearly the expert.
“Running out of patience, baby.” The way he started grinding on me sent very mixed messages. “God, I love these shorts.”
Was I supposed to thank him?
“You even did it shirtless, baby.” Squeezing his thighs around me as he rocked faster, it finally occurred to me that he was actually trying to orgasm.
On me.
Against me?
Using me?
I really didn’t have enough working brains to figure it out, but he didn’t need brains at the moment. “Just for you, Sir.”
Ignoring what he was doing to me, I ran my hands up his back and down to his ass, encouraging him to rock faster. “I knew you were watching me.”
I hadn’t exactly been looking like a bikini girl in an old music video, but I’d made sure to give him a few good poses. It’d been the best I could do, but it seemed like he’d appreciated the effort and hadn’t thought it was as awkward as I’d worried it’d be.
Casimir’s moan made me think he was reliving those moments. “Your ass is edible in those shorts. I just want to bend you over and either fuck you blind or eat you out.”
Really?
Whatever he was imagining had him squeezing me again as a shiver raced through him. “Both…definitely both.”
No one had ever done that to me but he probably knew that.
Hmm.
He liked being the first to do that kind of activity.
Giving myself a mental push, I kissed along his neck and tried not to sound stupid. “No one’s ever done that to me, Sir. You’d be the first.”
As far as dirty talk went it was pathetic but Casimir had a low bar for that kind of thing when it came to me. He moaned and his full-body shiver said he was pleased with the effort, though.
“Baby…” His body jolted out of the sexy rhythm he’d found and his arms tightened around my neck. “I’m going to bend you over and spread you wide…you’re going to love my kisses.”
I’d loved everything he’d introduced me to, so I wasn’t going to second-guess him.
“Would…would you kiss me then use me?” Fuck me hadn’t come out but even with tripping over my words at the beginning, it felt like I’d done fairly well. “You…you keep promising to bend me over.”
It felt like we were getting close to it, so far he’d been going slowly with his fingers and the plug, but the internet said stretching me carefully was the best option since I’d never done any exploring there.
So it seemed like he was being gentle and enjoying fucking with me, but the side effect was that I was a walking hard-on that could barely think.
Casimir’s wicked chuckle sent a shiver through me that seemed to push his desire even higher. “You’re going to feel so good around me…clenching and shaking.”
He was the one clenching and shaking as he wrapped himself tighter around me, but all I could do was hold him and push him higher. “Will you bend me over when I walk in the door one day?”
Oh, he liked that image.
Fucking my stomach faster, he held me against him and shook as his orgasm ripped through him. All he seemed to need me to do was keep him steady, so I let him moan and writhe against me as he relished every drop of pleasure he could.
When he finally came down from the high, he curled into me and let out a long sigh. “I love Saturdays.”
I managed not to laugh but the whole scene was so perfectly Casimir it was funny.
“I’m glad I could help make the weekend enjoyable.” My cheeky response got a snicker from him but he was still boneless and cuddly. “But I thought I’d have to show you what I had on under these before you’d enjoy it this much.”
Ha.
That had him going still and I could almost hear the wheels in his head spinning faster. “If you’re fucking with me, you won’t like what I’ll do to you.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but luckily for both of us, I could shake my head. “Not fucking with you.”
I couldn’t say I’d done it deliberately, but I didn’t think I had to confess that part.
Clenching around me again, Casimir moaned. “What did you do, baby?”
Chuckling, I shrugged. “Oh, not much…I just thought you might enjoy my clothing choices.”
His frustrated groan had me doing my best to shift back to a straight face but it was hard because he was sexy as he straightened and grumbled. “Making me curious is a dangerous thing, baby.”
Oh, there was no arguing with that but I usually ended up thoroughly enjoying it.
“I just thought you’d want to know.” I wasn’t doing too bad teasing him based on his grumbling and the way he slithered down my body to crouch between my legs. “You told me how much you liked these shorts, so I thought this might make it better.”
Okay, eventually I realized it would make it better.
Casimir’s gaze heated as his focus dropped to the front of the ugly shorts he loved so much. “Your erection should be more prominent.”
Yep.
I tried to look neutral and slightly confused, but I wasn’t sure it worked. “I didn’t want to get arrested.”
So logical me had fixed that potential issue without putting much thought into it.
His moan said he’d finally realized what I’d done. “Oh…you’re pushing my limits, baby.”
Before I could decide how to respond to that curious threat, he pulled down the front of my shorts and moaned as a shot of pleasure seemed to fire through him. “Fuck. Baby.”
He liked my jock.
The way his fingers slowly stroked around the waistband sent a shiver through me and had my dick trying to break out of its confines, but I had a feeling that just made it even better for him. There was just something wicked about his appreciation and it sent butterflies through me.
Admittedly there was a voice in the back of my head that pointed out I didn’t know what to do next and I was going to fuck things up, but a louder voice that sounded suspiciously like Casimir snorted and said it wasn’t up to me.
Casimir was in charge and the only thing I had to do to make him happy was to follow instructions and submit.
“Stand up, baby.” Sitting back on his heels, he nodded as I rose slowly in the tiny space he’d left for me. “Good boy.”
I’d never thought of myself as a boy even when I probably was a boy, but the way he said it changed the word.
I was Casimir’s boy and that was completely different.
The moan he let out as he tugged my shorts down went right to my head and made the room spin. But Casimir was there to steady me with his hands right on my cheeks. Yep. He was just steadying me. “Oh, baby.”
Squeezing my ass, he moaned again and leaned in to nibble right over my erection as I tried to remember to breathe. “Step out of the shorts and turn around, wicked boy.”
Wicked.
Only for him.
Head still swimming, I managed to stay upright as I obeyed him, but as soon as I turned, it only took a nudge to have me bending over for him with my hands braced on the back of the couch. Before I could decide how I felt, his teeth chased every thought out of my head.
Good.
I felt good.
And I felt his lips…
His tongue…
His fingers…
“Such a pretty ass and it’s just mine.” Casimir made a greedy sound as he nuzzled against me and his tongue flicked over my hole. “We’re going to need more of these, baby.”
Eyelids dropping, I moaned as his tongue teased me with faint flicks of his tongue and gentle kisses. Everything in me wanted to push back and fuck myself on his tongue, and it took every ounce of control I had to keep myself still.
And judging by Casimir’s giggle, he knew just how much I wanted him to do dirty things to me. “I’m so glad I already came…otherwise I’d never have the willpower to take you out to dinner before I take this sexy ass.”
Fuck.