Page 51 of Sweet

Once I’m shoving fingers in him, he’s eerily quiet. Not protesting, but only barely panting the entire time. I’ve never taken so much time fingering someone, and it’s only because I want him collapsing into pleasure instead of fighting it. My finger grazes the most sensitive areas inside him, but he doesn’t give me more than a needy whine. Okay, not going to worry about that. Can’t expect everyone to be a screamer, and the times we’ve been together he’s never been loud.

“Can I fuck you, Bailey?” I am really hoping the answer is yes, considering the point we’re at.

“Yes,” he whispers. “Please.”

Normally, I’d just fuckinggo. Fuck him to the point of tears and then some. But it’s Bailey. So I’m doing everything in my power to suppress the urge to push him past his limits, because that’s almost always what I want. Instead, I try to be… gentler. Not gentle per se, but my equivalent: going slower and moving more carefully. His soft panting picks up while I tease him with the tip of my cock, but there are no complaints when I ease past the resistance of his body. Slowly, I bury my shaft all the way into him inch by inch while he’s gasping. Everything seems good until a few thrusts in when I lower myself down against him. Bailey bucks his hips and squirms against me like he wants to get away. And I’m starting to worry he’s not into it. But fuck me and my fucked-up brain, because him struggling so much under me only makes it better for me.

“Bailey, breathe—” I whisper.

But I don’t get a chance to spit the rest of my comforting words out. Bailey’s about the same size as me—so not huge but not lacking muscle either—and yet, damn me for underestimating him still. He clamps down on me and throws us sideways. Before I can even register what he’s doing, Bailey wrestles me onto my back and sits with his legs on either side of me. I’ve never really had the tables turned on me, and the unexpected outcome is a raging fear boner.

Despite the arousal, I react close to the same way as he did, thrashing to get out from under him while he sits on me like an expert bull rider refusing to be thrown. Until Bailey tires of my fighting, and swings his hand back to smack me across the face so hard my ears ring and… that really shouldn’t excite me even more, but does it ever send white-hot desire through my veins. I’m too stunned to do anything more than stare up at him. Bailey simply smirks down at me, only one half of his face illuminated by the soft glow of the television.

His hand moves back to stroke my shaft with one tortuously slow pull before lining up and shifting backward onto my cock again. My mouth is still hanging open once he’s riding me like our lives depend on it. Then both his hands slide up my chest, reuniting near my neck before his thumbs simultaneously graze my throat again. Bailey’s panting builds harder and faster than ever before while he hovers above me until he moves one hand to drop his weight. He leans his face down to mine, kissing me frantically and then…

A single soft moan slips past his lips and right into my ear like he’s planting it there. I’ve never heard him moan before. And that’s all I need for the realization I should’ve had long ago to come crashing into me.

It’s him.

“Oh, fuck. Cas,” I gasp.

He moans harder at the sound of his name, and that’s all the confirmation I need.

With renewed fervor, I kiss his shaking lips until he pulls away and sits upright again. Clearly, we need to work on a compromise. I don’t want him so far away from me and he obviously doesn’t want to be under me. We can and will make this work, so help me.

With my hands on his hips, I shift him back farther and sit up, then throw him off my lap altogether. He comes right back, but doesn’t fight when I clamp onto his arm and twist to get him to turn his back to my chest. Cas hooks an arm around the back of my neck and squats back on top of me, and I wrap my free hand under his thigh to keep him there. We’re pressed so close his entire body drags against mine when he moves, and I can kiss him the entire time. My other hand no longer needs to pin him in place, so I brush across his torso, since I’m content to let him treat me like a warm dildo. He’s so into this and for once, that’s all I need.

So much so, when I hear the telltale moans of him getting close to coming, my cock recognizes a sound it knows all too well and twitches while still in him. Our mouths break apart while we’re breathing hard but I still manage to whisper, “I’m so close. Take me with you.”

And if that isn’t the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen: him glistening slightly from beads of sweat and in sheer bliss while fucking himself with my cock—and moaning my name the entire time. When his hole clenches down on my cock, he’s got me groaning his name on repeat, too.

Right when my orgasm hits, his head throws all the way back and spurts of cum erupt from his cock to cover him. Does it ever feel amazing to have my pulsing cock in him, and to see him come so hard from a good, rough fuck and nothing more. Best of all, the man leaning back against me is most certainly Cas.

“You sneaky fucker,” I say, setting his leg down and moving to ruffle my hand through his perfect hair.

“Are you surprised?” His ragged breathing interrupts his question and I can’t believe I didn’t hear the similarity sooner.

“I don’t know,” I say. “All I know is it feels too good to be true.”

He snorts.

“Baby, you don’t evenknow. I was obsessed with a guy who didn’t even notice me, until I found the perfect guy and moved on, only to pull my crush finally and… now they’re literally the same person.”

“I noticed you.” His thick voice drips across me while he speaks right in my ear. “And I wanted you.”

“Then why didn’t you…” I can’t finish that thought when the question seems foolish when spoken. Between what he’s told me and what I’ve witnessed firsthand, I can see how dating may be an issue for him.

“Even after you admitted you likedme, I wasn’t so sure you likedBailey. I thought so, but I wasn’t completely sure and I don’t like unknowns,” he says.

“That’s another thing,” I exclaim. “How the hell does one get Cas out of Bailey? It’s almost as bad as getting Dick out of Richard.”

“Well, that… uh…” He blushes a bit. “Bailey is my middle name and what I use professionally. Casper is my legal first name.”

“Well, Bailey Beedoeshave a certain ring to it.” I sigh. “And I wouldn’t blame you for not wanting to be totally honest right away.”

“Everything I told you has been true.” He shifts to rest his head on my shoulder while still holding on to me. “But there’s still a lot you don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” I whisper, kissing his head. “Plenty of time to figure more out.”

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