Page 61 of Sweet

Cas and I end up seeing each other nightly, which may be too much too soon, but we’re not the type of people to hold back. He gets adorably impatient in between my visits, and apparently, the only remedy is my cock every evening. This also means I’ve spent more time at his place than mine this entire week. I’ve got to close with Jess tonight, so I spent the night with Cas just so we could have all morning together. I gotta say, waking up next to him is nothing short of spectacular. He’s one of those clingy sleepers who threads his whole body with mine, so we always wake up still tangled together.

Cas sighs into my ear the moment he stirs, then he’s already on me, lapping at my mouth with his tongue. As if waking up rock hard weren’t enough, he starts playing with my cock, too. We’ve been working up to the whole me touching him thing, but even if it never were to happen, I wouldn’t mind. Everyone has their limits. Cas doesn’t seem abnormal to me, despite his claims otherwise. This is another one of those things about him that keeps me interested, fucked up as that may seem.

I dip my hand down between us, brushing against his hand when I grip the base of my hard shaft. Cas’s lips part against my mouth with a soft pant while his fingers recede across my skin to hold his cock instead. Pulling my foreskin over the head of his cock has been a good touching-without-touching compromise. It’s a shame so many guys are clipped because does docking ever feel fucking good. Cas becomes a shaky mess of pleasure until I decide I’ve tormented him enough for now.

“I can’t wait until Sunday,” I sigh against his lips. “We’ll have all night and then all day Monday.”

“And you can fuck me as much as you want?” Cas snickers.

“I already can. You’re mine,” I remind him with a nip of his lip.

Cas lets out an extremely pleased sigh and melts even more against me. He’ll never admit it, I’m sure, but the only thing he loves more than me being so possessive is me constantly reminding him of it.

“I’ll do whatever I want to you.” I comb my fingers through his hair, gripping a handful on the way. “Becauseyou’realready everything I want. And everything I need.”

His breaths come even more rapidly while he coils his limbs around me tighter.

“You’re the only thing that matters to me.”

Cas whines and I have to say, there is an unmatched pleasure to ramping him up. His hard cock digs into my thigh, and feeling him grind his lower half into me while he seeks some kind of release does all kinds of things to me.

“I want to feel you in me,” Cas whispers.

“How much of me?” I tease.

“More than you’ve ever given me.”

And with that one ragged sentence, my brain about explodes. Oh, we are so doing this. I know exactly what to give him and he’s going toloveit. I grab the lube from the nightstand and toss it on the bed. I’m notoriously stingy with it, because my fucked-up brain loves nothing more than my cock destroying someone’s insides. But this is one of those instances where even I know we absolutely have to use lube, otherwise this will all be a waste of time and effort on my part.

Cas sinks further into the mattress while I kiss down his body, pausing right at the base of his cock. I lick at the air as a sort of warning before flicking my tongue at his swollen head. With Cas, there is a very fine line between not enough and too much, and that line seems to move by the minute. What makes him buckle with pleasure one minute can make him squirm the next and I have to say—I fucking love the nonstop challenge.

His whole body shivers when I lick down his shaft, but he’s leaning hard into the pleasure by the time I get to his balls. This is much closer to the safe zone, in the sense of what’s reliably enjoyable. Unlike the first time I rimmed him, he crumbles with pleasure when I drag my tongue across his hole. His cock twitches for a release, but we’re just getting started. I grab behind his knees and fold him all the way backward, so his legs rest on either side of his head while his ass is in the air. My hands grip his firm ass while I trace my tongue across his hole only once before stopping and looking down at his shiny cock right near his face.

“Lick your cock for me, baby,” I prompt.

With his eyes lidded from lust, he laps at the tip with minimal squirming.

“Again.”

When he does, I drag my tongue across his hole in time with him. I stop and smirk down at him, but I don’t need to ask this time. He licks at his own cock and sighs from the relief of me teasing his hole, too.

Grabbing the lube, I slather his ass and go right back with my tongue while stuffing a finger into him. And then another. Andanother. And one more. His whole body shivers when I pull my hand away, watching him lick the precum seeping from his slit.

“Do you still want it, baby?” I say.

“Yes,” Cas chokes. “Please, yes.”

With a nip to his ass, I smile, then jerk him back down onto the mattress. I continue to smirk while I bend my fingers like a duckbill and push my way into him. There is some resistance, of course, but not a struggle. Cas embraces it fully with more shaky breaths until I’ve made a fist all the way in him and he shifts right into a hard moan.

“That’s it, baby. Good boy,” I whisper. His abdomen swells where I knock inside him and the sight alone is enough for my swollen cock to leak.

As predicted, Cas loses his fucking mind within minutes. His back arches and his cock pulses while he comes. The literal second he starts, I’m extracting my hand from inside him, so by the time he’s finishing I’ve yanked him the rest of the way toward me by his thighs. After taking something so much bigger, there’s no resistance when I slam inside him with one stroke. I don’t need much, anyway. Hell, I’m so turned on I probably could’ve gotten off from the visual alone. A couple of thrusts are all I need to blow my load inside him.

After I sink back down beside Cas, he traps me there against him once more. His lips immediately find mine and he kisses me the entire time he quivers from the residual pleasure.

“I love you so much,” I whisper down to him.

His breaths quicken at the words but he says nothing. I’ve told him quite a few times by now, but he still hasn’t said it back to me. Not going to push that, nor will I rush him, but if the way he wraps tighter around me is any indication, he doesn’t have to say the words.

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