Page 89 of By the Pint

We watch wingball. You sew. Sometimes we fuck. Sometimes we play mini golf. Those are more like nightmares actually. You still always beat me.

I laughed out loud. The sound was like a whip crack through the near silent room.

He brought his kisses back to my lips.Do you dream of me?

Oh, Moonflower, you are my dream.

I immediately regretted saying it, but Casey whined into my open mouth as though it was the confirmation to a personal question he’d been waiting for, and laid onto his side next to me on the bed. He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand down to his hard cock.

Make me come. Bring us to the edge together. I want to hear you fall apart. No, fuck, I need to hear you fall apart. I think I might be addicted to the noises you make.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I closed my fist around both of us and stroked in soft, lazy movements. Casey brought his mouth back to mine. One hand cradled my face, and the other traced firm urgent lines over my backside, pulling me to him, as he rocked himself against me.

He was wet, already leaking pre-cum. We both were. I slid my thumb over both our heads and dragged the moisture down our lengths. Casey paused kissing me to cry out. The sound echoed around the suite. He always spoke about the noises I made, but his were intoxicating. I couldn’t stop the indecent need for friction, the frantic bucking of my hips, the desperate drinking down of every hot panted breath that escaped Casey’s lips.

I summoned the little bottle of travel lube from Casey’s jacket pocket and floated it over to us. It emptied itself into my palm and I wasted no time spreading it over both of us.

Neither of us spoke. Not out loud. Not in our minds. The only sounds were the rustle of the sheets, Casey’s heavy beautiful breaths, the sloppy wet sounds of our kisses, and our combined moans.

Casey placed his hand over mine, closing the ring of my fingers, but still letting me guide him. Letting me set the pace and pressure, as I pumped us both. He wrapped his leg around mine, and thrust his hips into my grip, slowly, but erratically.

And we stayed like that for what seemed like only moments. In reality the clock clicked over to three PM. Rocking into each other’s grip. Memorising the planes of each other’s bodies. Teasing the wound on his lip with my tongue. With Casey, time moved far too quickly.

Release was moments away. For both of us. Casey started sucking in quick breaths and holding them. This was hisI’m right on the edge of orgasm, but I’ll wait for youcue. He was an expert at edging himself. I was greedy, but I was also hopeless. No self-control. I wanted everything. All at once. All the time.

I pulled my arm around his neck. Brought him closer still. Drank in his heat. His other hand snaked around my waist, through the gap between our bodies and the sheets. We were floating. Four feet above the bed.

Wait. Dima, how am I doing this—Oh, gods, we’re flying! Dima? Fuck. If I let go, will I fall?

No, baby, you’re safe, but I can’t go much longer. You’re—I began, but whatever I was about to say was torn from me as I erupted. I pressed my forehead to Casey’s and cried out my ecstasy as my release coated our fists and disappeared into the gap.

“Oh, Dima,” Casey said aloud. Whispered sweetly against my cheek. He followed me over the peak seconds later. His release fired across my hip and added to the mess on our hands. His beautiful face twisted in agonised bliss.

When he opened his eyes again, and his chest had stopped heaving with his heavy breaths, I floated us down to the bed. Then, I summoned a towel from the bathroom and wiped my hand clean, Casey’s hand, our dicks, my hip, and soaked up as much as I could from the sheets. After tossing the towel aside, I laid back onto the wet patch so that Casey wouldn’t have to.

He leant up onto his elbow. His eyes, now fully adjusted to the lack of light, flicked over my face. He smiled, a relaxed, happy, safe smile, and then snuggled down into the gap between my chest and my arm.

I will never tire of hearing you come, he said, and four minutes later he was fast asleep again.

The next time we both woke was to the sound of my alarm at eight PM. Telekinesis shut the thing off within seconds. I was determined to spend as much time as possible with Casey.

Casey stirred. I shushed him. He pushed his head up. “Morning, uh, evening,” he said, his voice all sexy and sleep-gravelled.

“Go back to sleep, Moonflower.” I ran my fingers through his hair. My chest felt heavier than if it was made of stone.

“Can’t, gotta pee.” He jumped out of bed and nipped into the bathroom, fumbling only a little in the dark. My eyes greedily drank in everything they could. His naked form; sheer perfection. His thigh muscles bunched and flexed as he walked. His dick gave a cute bounce with each movement.

I threw myself back to the pillow and ran my hands through my hair.

I was in trouble. The most trouble I’d ever been in. Including that one time I was arrested for killing two humans.

The toilet flushed and the basin tap turned on. Distantly, a phone rang. A guest landline. I sat up, instantly recognising the sound from all the times I’d called him on it. Casey’s phone. It stopped ringing, and I shot a look at the bathroom. Had he heard?

It was only a phone ringing. Could have been anyone, for any reason. Why did it set off a little fireball of despair within me?

It rang again, and I knew, just knew, it was bad news. News designed to tear him from me sooner than I could bear. The phone stopped for the second time, as the water in the bathroom switched off and Casey emerged looking his gorgeousself. His cheeks were pinker than usual, wet hairs glued to his temple.

Myguest phone began ringing. I shot Casey a look before leaping out of bed to answer it. With my hands and not my telekinesis.

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