“How? We’ve barely met.” Casey helped me shift around until we were able to stare at each other, which we did for several minutes. My chest squeezed tighter and tighter and the air suffocated me rather than going into my lungs the way it should.
“I’m sorry I scared you today. Twice as much now.” His stern mouth softened. “I didn’t realize about your father, not that it would have been okay anyway.”
I shivered. “Say that again?”
“What?”
“The part where you’re sorry.” I smiled up at him.
He leaned toward me. “I’m sorry.” His lips were strong as he brushed them to mine. My stomach jolted; electricity blasted through it. “I’m sorry.” He moved me and used a hand to tilt my chin back, and then his mouth was on mine again. I had no real clue what to do, but he didn’t push, only sucked on my bottom lip in a way that had my cock chubbing up. I used my good hand to hold on to his shoulder. He licked into my mouth, and I flicked my piercing along the tip of his tongue. I loved the way his breath hitched, so I played the metal bar along his tongue again.
He moved back enough to dart his gaze around my face and then down my front. “Was that okay?”
“Yes,” I whispered. Before I could say anything else, his lips were back on mine. I was worried I was doing the wrong things, but when he swiped his tongue along my bottom lip I opened for him again. He groaned and pushed into my mouth. The feel of him taking me over had my cock surging hard and aching. Casey shifted under me and groaned deep in his chest. His hard-on plumped against my asscheek, and I trembled with the thought that I’d done that—I made him excited.
Casey ran his hand along my leg and hesitated when he got close to where my dick was doing its best to rip through my jeans.
“Do you want me to touch you? If you tell me no, I won’t be mad,” he said and then dropped a kiss behind my ear.
“Now, now.” I panted and squirmed on his lap, and he laughed as he walked his fingers along my leg, still hesitating. I lifted my hips, and he finally dropped his hand between my legs. It was a tantalizing surprise to have the warm weight of his palm on me. His fingers curled down far enough that he cupped my balls, too. I nodded as he pressed my cock and ran his thumb along me where I was still trapped in my pants. The gentle caress made me want more.
“You’re tender and hard at the same time,” he said into my ear, and I whimpered as he rested his hand fully on me and put a firm gentle pressure on my cock. He sucked at my earlobe. “Lush. I love it.”
Laughing, I rested my head back against his chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you?”
I shook my head.
“Can I get you out to play?”
I groaned at that. “Yeah? Am I your toy, or are you mine?” I asked, feeling particularly bold with the way he was holding me and acting like I was amazing. “Since you’re fine with my toys, maybe you’re mine.”
He turned enough to smirk at me and opened my pants. I held my breath while he moved my jeans down my legs with a little help from me. After a long moment, where he ran his fingers over the pushed out front of my black briefs and my brain felt like it might melt and run out of my ear at the sight, he slipped his hand into the slit at the front and tugged my dick out. We both gasped at the sight.
I’d never be huge, but I was thick, and he huffed out what I thought was a happy sound as he gave me a squeeze that had my eyelids fluttering closed. I ran my hand down the strong muscles of his forearm and held on as he stroked me once. The sensation of someone else touching me, gripping me, the differences in our hands—his skin was rougher than mine—and the fact that I wasn’t in control…. I was beyond fucking hard. I couldn’t say a word as he cupped his hand around me so that I couldn’t see my dick, except for the reddened tip, something I couldn’t do to myself. I whimpered.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.” I could have cried when he tightened his grip and stroked. I leaked a decent amount of precum normally, but everything got super sticky fast, and I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or not because it also made it easier for him to tug me. The bliss that barreled through me had me whimpering and holding his arm tighter. I shoved at him, but I didn’t want him to stop, the sensations were just so good I couldn’t keep still.
The dirty laugh that he breezed into my ear had my balls drawing closer to my body, and I swore they were full of ten gallons of cum. “My boy is so excited. Do you play with this toy much?”
My cheeks blazed and I nodded fast. He chuckled.
“Did you do this already today?”
I bit my lip and didn’t say anything. He slowed until he was only holding me, and I moaned, lifting my hips, but he didn’t start again. “Don’t stop.”
“Answer me.”
Every part of me was too hot as I trembled and bucked my hips and stared at where he had a grip on me. His handhid my dick. It was so strange and mesmerizing to know I was lost in his fist. Like it was nothing at all, he swirled the tip of his thumb over my cockhead and my thighs shook at the intense sensation. I’d never done that to myself with so much pressure, and I pushed up toward him only to fall back huffing in deep breaths when he stopped.
“You still didn’t answer,” he said with amusement.
“Yes. Yes. This afternoon.”
He let out a surprised grunt. “Before or after you saw me?”
