Page 85 of Proof

The well-lubed finger stretched my inner muscles, but the faster he pumped the digit in and out of me, the more intense the friction began to get. I’d been on the edge of release from the moment Cass had slid his finger into me, so the finger fucking was winding that mysterious coil inside of me so that my entire body got tighter and tighter, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

“Cass,” I gasped. “I need to come!”

He bent over me but continued to thrust his finger in and out of me, sending me higher and higher with each pass. Our hard dicks slid over each other, creating their own unique kind of friction. Cass’s free hand released my dick so he could grip my shoulder in order to use my own body as leverage as he fucked me. His sweat dripped onto me and my pre-cum smeared his dick and abdomen. We were so close to being one.

I was so lost in how good it felt to have even a part of Cass inside of me that it took me a moment to feel his hot breath mingling with mine. I opened my eyes to find his locked on mine. “Please, JJ.”

Since Cass was the one in control of our physical pleasure, I wasn’t sure what he was asking me for, so I followed my gut and cupped the back of his neck to draw him down for a searing kiss. His cock mashed against mine, causing unbearable friction each time his finger thrust deep inside of me. His hips slammedagainst mine with each forward push, so just like me, Cass was responding like he was really fucking me.

I dropped one hand from his face and reached between our bodies. I managed to fist his slick cock, applying just the right amount of pressure that I hoped would mimic his cock sliding in and out of me instead of just his finger.

“Yes,” Cass groaned as his grunts matched his hard thrusts forward. Despite the hard fuck he was giving both my hand and my ass, his kiss was gentle and light. He whispered my name every time he stopped kissing me long enough to take a breath. His entire body was shaking, and his shirt was sticking to his body from the sweat. I would have given nearly anything to feel his hot skin against mine, but I wasn’t about to remove either of my hands—the one gripping his dick, the other cupping his cheek—to make that happen.

His state of dress or undress wasn’t what he wanted, anyway. What he wanted, what he needed was the reminder that what we had was real, that he wasn’t caught up in a dream that would leave him waking up alone in the darkness of his prison cell. Cass could have jerked himself off to any fantasy of fucking me, but he wouldn’t have been able to feel my love with every kiss I pressed against his lips. He wouldn’t have heard my words telling him how good he felt inside of me and how much I loved him. He wouldn’t have felt our bodies moving as one. He wouldn’t have been safe like he was at this very moment, just him and me in our own little slice of reality where nothing and no one could ever touch us.

“I love you so much, Cass,” I managed to say between the grunts and groans we were both making as we got closer and closer to reaching that unique level of pleasure that would be ours and ours alone. I began jerking him off at a pace that matched his finger ramming into me. My own cock was sliding along my hand as well as Cass’s dick. I could feel the pressuremounting in my balls and judging by the way his cock throbbed as it fucked my slick hand, we were rightthere.

“Love you,” Cass said just before he shifted his finger inside of me.

My body lit up like a firecracker had been set off inside of it. “Oh God,” I cried as I arched my back. I could feel the orgasm racing up my spine. The pressure in my nuts gave way to breath-stealing relief. I was forced to let go of Cass’s dick so I could grab his still denim-clad ass by one of the belt loops as I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles together.

His finger hit the same spot inside of me one more time and then I was flying as streams of cum began spewing all over my chest and abdomen. Cass shouted against my neck as he came. His hot semen added to my own but as he continued to ride out his release, his jizz hit my chin and covered his upper body as well. His finger continued to slide in and out of me, hitting what I now realized was my prostate with every pass. Aftershocks kept jerking through my body as we both took in every sensation our bodies continued to bombard us with… the sensations we’d given each other. I had no idea how long the orgasm continued to roll over me, but the moment his finger eased out of my body, I felt the loss immediately.

Even though I was too breathless to speak, I gently pulled on Cass’s sweaty hair. He got the message and lifted his head enough to look at me. He looked relaxed and at peace—two things I’d never seen in his expression from the moment I’d met him as a kid. He’d always seemed to carry some kind of invisible weight on his shoulders, even when he was sitting at our kitchen table and laughing along with the rest of us as my father tried to tell American jokes but always got the punchlines wrong.

“Mmmmm,” Cass managed to get out before he placed a soft kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth to speak when he somehow found the strength to lift my head off the table enough that Icould reach his neck. “Taste me,” he whispered. “Taste, see, feel what you do to me.”

There was a long, thick line of white cum slowly sliding down Cass’s neck. There was no teasing or innuendos. No hesitation. I eagerly closed my lips over the white fluid and licked up as much as I could. I continued to feast on him until there were no more spots left to slake my hunger. I dropped my head back on the table only to be met with a deep, seeking kiss. I knew Cass had to be able to taste his own cum on my tongue and lips.

Although I’d never kissed any of the guys I’d been with at the clubs, I’d heard plenty of them calling me a hungry cum slut as they’d fed me their release, either up the ass or down my throat. A few of them had sucked their jizz out of my ass afterwards, yet most had made it clear that they liked giving their spunk away to anyone who wanted a taste, but they didn’t partake themselves… although their language hadn’t been quite that classy.

Either way, Cass wasn’t most guys. He wasn’t like any other guy. God had broken the mold after He’d created Cass.

A fact Cass continued to prove to me with every passing minute.

When he ended the sizzling kiss, I cupped the back of his neck and ran my fingers over the soft skin there. I waited until his eyes were on mine before I said, “I trust you, my love. I know I haven’t said or shown it?—”

Cass kissed me again gently. “You’ve shown me everything, JJ. You can say the words if you need to, but you’ve proven it to me more times than you realize.” He reached up to stroke his fingers over the scar left behind by the bullet wound. “I can’t lose you,” he said with a shake of his head as he tenderly caressed the scar. His voice cracked and I knew the dampness that coated his cheeks was no longer sweat. “I just can’t,” he repeated and then he lowered his head to my chest, right over my heart.

I stroked the back of Cass’s neck as we lay there. “You do realize something, right?” I asked as I pressed a kiss to his earlobe.

His response was completely unintelligible.

“First off, I see a lot of fights in our future,” I began.

“Me too,” Cass responded, his lips caressing the spot between my neck and collarbone.

“Secondly, I won this one,” I reminded him.

Cass shifted enough that he could look at me. “Is that so?” he asked.

I was about to tell him even if I ever did lose a fight, I’d always come out a winner if today’s encounter was the end result, but I never got the chance to speak the words because Cass pressed the top of his finger against my very sensitive and well-used hole. The jolt that went through me took away my ability to speak. He left his finger where it was and rubbed me every few seconds.

“We may need to revisit that thought a little later, right, sweetheart?” Cass asked with a languid grin before sealing his mouth over mine to stifle the little whimpers I couldn’t contain every time his rough fingertip brushed my sensitive skin.

“Asshole,” I somehow managed to quip just so I could have the last word, but even that was stolen from me because I lost the ability to speak as Cass teased my body with his sinful tongue and talented fingers. By the time he managed to pull another earth-shattering orgasm from my body, I lost the ability to do anything at all.

Something I was very much okay with.

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