Chapter Nine
Casey
W e’re moving fast.
Way too fast.
This afternoon, I was determined to come back and put on the brakes. I didn’t lie when I said I was embarrassed by how he’d acted when bringing the coffee.
But then he was waiting for me, heartbroken and remorseful. How could I keep him at bay when he looked like a sad little puppy?
“What?” Brayden asks, arching a brow at me as he washes the skillet he used for dinner earlier. “You okay?”
“Perfect.”
He flashes me an adorable grin before going back to the dishes. This man is incredibly sweet and thoughtful. A girl could get spoiled to this treatment.
Mo rubs against my bare leg so I pick him up. His purrs vibrate against my chest as I hug him to me. I’m starting to realize I’ve legitimately stolen Maggie’s cat. Not just a little joke in my head, but for real. I love him already and don’t want him to go back over there.
“You sure you don’t want to come to bed with me,” I ask, knowing my question will fluster him.
As predicted, his face burns bright red. He whips his head my way and gapes. “W-What? I thought we were going slow.”
I giggle because he’s so cute. “I know. I’m just teasing you. There are other ways I’d like to thank you though.”
His eyebrows furl together. “I don’t need anything in return, babe.”
I set Mo down and then saunter over to Brayden. “You may not need anything, but you’re going to want this.”
He makes a choked sound when I grab at his belt, tugging. I’m not surprised when he puts up zero fight, allowing me to push his jeans down his thighs. His dark red boxer briefs hug his legs and cock, accentuating his thick arousal. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.
“You’re going to kill me,” he rasps out. “Help.”
I laugh. “Who are you calling to for help? No one can help you now. Just me.”
A ragged groan escapes him when I get down to my knees. I stare up at him as I grab the waistband of his underwear and slowly draw them down, hoping to tease him a little while longer. His cock flops out, long and hard, pre-cum leaking at the crown.
“You have a nice dick,” I tell him, smirking. “Very veiny like your arms. So sexy.”
He has one hand on the edge of the sink, gripping tightly, and the other one is fisted at his side.
“You can touch me,” I say, batting my lashes at him. “Guide me on what feels good and what doesn’t.”
“Everything feels good with you.”
I reward him by taking his cock in my hand. It pulses with need and is warm in my grip. He shudders at my touch.
“Has anyone ever sucked your sexy cock before, Brayden?”
His eyes flutter closed and a droplet of cum runs down the side of his shaft. “N-No. Fuck. This is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I’m emboldened by his exuberance and unchecked desire. Once, I might’ve felt self-conscious about doing this with a much younger man, but right now I feel like I’m a seductress—a goddess in his world.
With eyes locked on his, I run my tongue up the side of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. His hand finds my hair and he grips the damp strands gently. I can tell he can barely hold onto his control. It makes me want him to lose it all the more.
“You taste good,” I murmur against his tip. “I want to make you come and swallow it all for dessert.”
The grip on my hair tightens to the point my eyes water.
For some reason, this thrills me. I suck on his crown, lightly teasing the slit, and then take him fully.
Strangled sounds escape him as I swallow his cock into my throat.
It’s natural to gag when something is forced into your throat, but I’ve had years of practicing this sort of thing and know how to turn off that reflex.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His chanting inspires me to bob up and down with the cadence of his words.
In turn, he starts saying the word faster and louder.
He fists his hand in my hair, tugging so hard I nearly cry out.
When I glance up at him, his head is tilted back, his prominent Adam’s apple on display, and he’s lost to the bliss I’m providing. I love that he’s totally lost control.
I pull completely off his cock long enough to say, “Fuck my mouth,” and then swallow him back down. He doesn’t hesitate and roughly bucks his hips. It only takes a few thrusts and then he forcefully holds my head still as his cock throbs.
Salty cum spurts out of him, shooting down the back of my throat. He must’ve been storing this up for some time because it’s like a never-ending flood of cum. I manage to keep swallowing, though I wonder if I’ll choke on it eventually. But then his cock stops twitching and he pulls back.
With his hand still grabbing my hair, he guides me up to my feet.
I’m pushed against the side of the sink, his wet cock pressed into me and soaking through my T-shirt.
His lips crash to mine and he devours my mouth like it’s the only chance he’ll ever get to kiss me again.
I get lost in his desperation, clawing at his hair and my own core throbbing needily.
He pulls back, hot gaze boring into me. “Do you want—?”
“Yes,” I interrupt. “Take me upstairs and fuck me.”
His lips curl into a deviant grin, but then a knock on the back door startles us both. He stumbles back, yanking at his boxers, as he exits the kitchen. I groan and make my way over to see who’s at the door.
Maggie has her face pressed to the glass. It’s a good thing her view doesn’t include the sink where I just gave the neighbor’s son a blowjob.
Mo takes off under my feet, darting out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
“Oh, hi, Maggie,” I say, voice breathless. “What’s up?”
She eyes me with suspicion. “Have you seen Mo? I know he’s been lurking around your house some, but he’s too quick for me to grab.”
“Uh,” I mutter, wondering how and if I should lie to this woman.
But then, to my utter shock, I see Brayden walking up behind her, Mo in his arms. He must have grabbed him, slipped out the front, and made his way around.
I could kiss him right now for being my hero and saving me an awkward conversation.
“This little guy?” Brayden asks, climbing the steps on my patio. “He’s a spunky dude, isn’t he?”
Mo meows loudly, claws digging into Brayden’s shirt. The zipper on his jeans is down. I want to warn him, but he’s focused on the cat that’s trying to make its escape.
“There you are,” Maggie grumbles, shuffling over to Brayden. “He’s a naughty kitty. All his brothers and sisters love their home. This one keeps trying to get away like he gets mistreated.”
“Want me to make sure he gets inside?” Brayden offers.
Maggie nods, looping her arm with Brayden. “May as well. I’m too old to chase that damn cat everywhere.”
Brayden looks over his shoulder and mouths, “Sorry.”
I grin at him and mouth back, “Thank you.”
His wink is somehow filthy and suggestive. We share a weighted look that indicates our secret fun we just had. I can’t wait for more.
The last thing I want to do is walk, but I need the exercise. Plus, Clara showed up after Maggie and Brayden left with Mo. My best friend then forced me to put on some workout clothes and leave the house.
“I have to tell you about my lunch date,” she says as we start on the walking path. “Total fail.”
“With Wyatt?”
She nods, curling her lip up. “I thought both he and Conrad were cuties. They seemed to have a lot going for them.”
Conrad was a misogynistic pig in my opinion.
“I guess it was the alcohol on our double date that made Wyatt so attractive. Today, completely sober, I got a dose of the real him. Thank God you didn’t let me go home with him that night.”
“Gotta protect my girl from Grade-A douchebags.”
She smirks at me. “Soooo, what’s up with you? You’ve been acting strange lately. Not to be a creep, but I saw you walking with Brayden.” She waggles her eyebrows at me. “Tell me what’s going on with you and him.”
Because she’s my best friend, I unload on her. All of it. My explosive feelings for him, the most romantic date ever and getting some finger action, the awkward surprise visit at my work, the apology, and yes, even the blowjob.
I have no filter and need to confide in someone.
“No fucking way,” she hisses. “Holy crap. You’re having an illicit affair with a high school student. That’s so taboo, girl.”
I roll my eyes at her. “He’s eighteen.”
“Like just yesterday.”
It’s been a few days, but I get her point. “Are you judging me? I’m pretty sure you encouraged this.”
“No judgment at all. I swear. Honestly, you’re glowing with happiness. You deserve that.”
She pauses for a long beat. I know she wants to say more, but for once is holding back, clearly not wanting to hurt my feelings.
“But,” I encourage with a soft sigh.
“But I worry about you getting hurt.” She cuts her eyes over to me. “If it was just getting laid by some young hottie, I’d be one-hundred percent cool with it. You’re falling for him, though. Kind of fast, don’t you think?”
Her words do hurt. No wonder she didn’t want to say them.
“You think I’m filling the hole Derek left in my heart with Brayden?”
“Are you?”
No. Yes. Maybe. Ugh, I don’t know.
“When we’re together, it doesn’t feel that way,” I say softly.
“It feels fresh and exciting. My insecurities about weight, the pain of the miscarriage, and the failure of my relationship all fade away when I’m with him.
I feel young again. Wanted. Spoiled. Adored.
” I laugh bitterly. “Guess it was too good to be true.”
She stops walking and stands in front of me, putting her hands on my shoulders. “Look at me.”
I meet her firm stare.
“You deserve to unload those heavy feelings and to be spoiled by a hottie like Brayden. I just don’t want you to get your heart broken again. You were drowning in despair, and I’ve only just gotten you back.”
I know she’s right, but how do you stop a freight train of fiery feelings?
“It can be ‘too good’ and ‘true’,” she assures me. “But you can also be careful and don’t fall in love blindly with the first man you connect with after Derek.”
I’m not falling in love with Brayden Foss.
He chooses this time to walk across our path, heading toward Gordon’s unit, and bores his heated stare into me as he passes.
My heart does a ridiculous leap inside my chest.
“I’ll be careful,” I say absently to Clara, unable to stop looking at Brayden until he disappears into the townhouse.
Clara sighs heavily. “I fear I may be too late on my bestie advice.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, finally looking back at her.
She cups my cheek and gives me a sad smile. “I think you’ve already fallen, and I have no idea how to undo that for you.”
Undo it?
If the feelings bursting inside of me are a view into a future with Brayden, I don’t want to undo a thing.
In fact, I want to toss gasoline on the small fire.
This thing between us burns hot.
All I want to do is keep stoking the flames.