Page 57 of Sweet

“You will if I want you to.” I take his chin and pull him closer for a kiss. “But I don’t.”

His only response is another moan when I slam the toy back toward his pelvis before pulling it forward again and lining up my cock. As soon as I push into the tight space with him, his hips lift completely off me for the briefest moment, but he stays put otherwise. Which means I get to enjoy his legs shaking so hard he’s practically vibrating atop me—all while he pants.

Cas swoops down again, bringing his mouth to mine and wasting no time at all. His tongue slides along my lips and I let him right in, so he’s dipping into my mouth as soon as he starts thrusting. And since he’s enjoying this way more than I could’ve hoped, I push back with the toy and glide against our cocks together. Cas shivers and whines to the point it’s almost impossible to tell if he’s enjoying himself or not. I make the next stroke tortuously slow for me, but Cas moans hard before claiming my mouth again.

All I have to do next is grab a fistful of his hair in my other hand for his muscles to begin to twitch. He’s so close already. With a few more strokes, his moans shift into a groan… then a growl. He stops moving and plunks his head down beside mine with an aggravated sigh. Someone’s not happy. I pull his face back to mine and whisper his name. He looks right at me.

“I’m supposed to be the one who gets to edge you, brat. Stop stealing my job,” I tease.

He snorts, but he smiles before he hangs his head back down.

Uh, nope. I rip his face right back up and I’ll hold him there if that’s what it takes to get him to look at me. I swear, this man has tapped into a well of patience I couldn’t have even begun to fathom going this deep. Most people get off so easily, so I don’t feel bad at all about getting my way. With Cas, I’m tormenting him theentiretime and I know it. Yet without me, there’s no relief either. It’s an insane amount of control to have over a person.

I thrust up against him rather than move my hand. “That feels so good, baby,” I whisper. “Your cock against mine. Just like I wanted.”

Cas pants and his rigid shaft brushes even more against mine.

“Move with me. Now.”

Goosebumps erupt across his skin and he moans hard from my next thrust, which brings me dangerously close to the edge. Still, he rocks with me. Slowly at first, then faster while actually thrusting. Once he gets shaky again, I start slamming the toy back over our cocks and he lets out that whimper my fucked-up brain adores.

“Cas, look at me,” I say. As soon as his gaze focuses on me again, he shudders and I gasp in return. “Do you want it, baby?”

“Yes, please,” he chokes.

“Then I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

And just in case he doesn’t know what I mean, I move my hand even faster. Cas immediately whines and lifts, receding from the pleasure like one would from pain. Maybe I should keep a hand in his hair, but instead I take the chance and caress the length of his body to his hip, then circle back to trace his spine. Cas leans into my touch, but when I cup his ass, he whimpers enough to make me regret not fucking him. I dig my hand into his skin andcling tight, pulling him even more toward me with each thrust, just like when we’re fucking, which is exactly what I’m thinking about while using the toy.

I can feel myself right there, and it’s taking more out of me to hold back than let go right now, but I don’t want to give. Maybe that makes me stubborn, too. Rather than get off, I want to see Cas give me what I want and I’m prepared to keep at it all night if that’s what it takes. Thank fuck it doesn’t.

Cas shifts to a moan so suddenly, I think even he’s taken by surprise. Mere seconds later, his cock pulses against mine and I am done for. He’s groaning so hard, anyone might think I’m killing him—almost like how laughing and sobbing can sound indistinguishable if there’s no context. He drops his head down by my shoulder right after, and he stays put, yet he also can’t seem tostopmoving while his body shivers. Definitely an intense experience for the both of us.

I wrap my arm around him while I hug him close to me, and I’m rewarded with that feeling of him tunneling himself even closer while my fingers play with the hair at the back of his head.

“You did so good, baby,” I whisper.

Then I plant a kiss on his temple. Normally, I pet him too, but I’m not so sure he can handle that right now, so I’m not risking it. Instead, I slide the toy toward myself as gently as possible and off us entirely, then set it down. With my other hand free, I can hug him properly, and his lower half steadily drops down until he’s resting completely against me.

“I love you so much.” I sigh against his skin before my next kiss. “You know that?”

Cas nods.

“Good.”

Lots of people are into shit like spanking, or choking, or even much heavier stuff, but… I figured out long ago there’s more than one way to skin a cat. And if you happen to enjoy hurtingsomeone—and I meanreallyhurting them—giving them a good smack feels unimaginative at best. After all, bruises heal and go away.

If you want toreallydo some damage to someone, you’re going to kick around in the darkest corners of their mind. And I may have indulged this desire… on occasion… but I don’t think I’ve ever come as close to mentally snapping someone as I did Cas. Holy hell, I hope I haven’t left him permanently traumatized. Maybe I go about this irresponsibly, but I never claimed to be otherwise. Actually, I’m usually saying the exact opposite.

Cas stays perched on me for so long, I assume he fell asleep until his face moves away from where he’s buried himself in my neck. His lips graze my ear while he says, “I really liked that.”

“Me too,” I say.

“Even how you did whateveryouwanted with me.”

Well, then. I curl my fingers into his hair and kiss him. Not much I can say to that.

“I don’t normally like anything out of my grasp.”

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