I drop to my knees. It’s really the only response.
I run my nose outside the silky lace and Cas’s hands go to my hair. I can smell him, and the thought of Cas feeling sexy in what he wore just for me, what he kept secret from the rest of the world, almost tips me over the edge.
Slowly, and with the reverence they deserve, I start taking them off. Not all the way. I tuck them under his balls, leaving everything I want to play with exposed.
Cas is hard. His dick ready for attention and wet. I start at the slit, tonguing it. With a gasp, his hands go to my head to steady me.
“Bee.”
I take him down, deep throating him on the first go, and my eyes roll back at the sensation. I can feel lace and silk against my skin, and Cas’s scent fills my nose.
Cas grabs my head and pumps his hips, making me choke and I love it. I’m sure he’s going to come, but before he does he pulls out and pulls me up.
“Too close, and too turned on,” he mumbles as he shoves me to the bed, taking clothes off of me as I go.
I help, and in seconds I am naked and he’s slipping off the briefs. I watch them all the way to the ground.
Cas climbs on top of me, straddling me and kissing in open-mouthed need.
“I wanted tonight,” he says, finally pulling back. “I wanted that with you. I want this and I want Bear Valley.”
I search his eyes for meaning, to understand somehow in the hormone addled lust haze of my brain what he really means. But, the devil is back in his eyes and he takes my hand from his hip and puts it on his ass.
My body jackknifes as my fingers find a toy in his hole. He’s lubed and stretched and plugged.
Back in college, we had lots of sex, but most of it wasn’t anal. That takes planning and work, to be honest. It can’t be spur of the moment for most guys.
“You wore this dancing all night?”
Cas’s eyes bore into mine and I can see he’s as turned on as I am. My body hums. Delicately, I start to wiggle the plug, more of a tease than fucking him with it. It doesn’t take long, and I can slide it out on Cas’s moan.
“I did, so you and that big cock of yours need to put me out of my misery.” He scoots down, lines himself up, and before I can make words, he’s already got my own dick encased in wet, lubed-up, stretched, expertly prepared heat.
Cas moves his body against mine and I meet him, moving with the same tempo.
I want that orgasm coming at me, and the wave taking me to that peak feels amazing.
Cas unleashes that energy he has that wants to fuck shit up, only tonight I’m the one he’s going to fuck up. For life. No one is ever going to be able to compare to the image of Cas’s head thrown back, hips moving as he takes me deep in his body. His own dick angling for the sky.
Not that anyone ever could compare. Cas is unparalleled. A rock god of his own making.
My hips punch up and Cas slaps a hand on my chest.
“Fuck yes, there, Bee. More.”
The headboard slaps against the wall and I don’t give a shit. This is loud and messy and nothing has ever felt as good. I also know that he hasn’t had this for years.
I roll my hips again, and Cas moans deep, like I’m hitting his soul and not just his prostate. I’ll give him more, as much as he could ever want.
“You are fuckingmine, Baylor Mann. Going to come all over you,” he warns and then I hear my name again over the rush of my own release, followed by a series of sexy moans as I unload inside of him and clutch his hip to take us both through the orgasms.
He collapses on top of me with a series of quick kisses across my skin
“Stay in me as long as you can,” he whispers, leaning up to attempt kisses against my mouth, but our muscles are slack, so he nuzzles my neck, burying his face there.
I hold onto his ass, keeping him close and me inside of him just as asked. Even as I soften and slip out, my fingers absently start rubbing against his hole, trying to push my release back inside him, before I even register what I am doing.
No doubt his ass has to be sore after tonight, and the rubbing turns into soft circles on his skin.
