“After.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet,” he whispered and sucked on my earlobe again. The heat of his mouth on my skin pooled tension in my lower abdomen, and my cockhead thumped with my pulse.
“Never been this hard in my life,” I choked out, and he chuckled darkly.
He let go of my dick, and I tried to grab his hand and put it back. He laughed and struggled, admittedly he didn’t have much of a fight, as he brought his palm to my mouth.
I glanced up and back at him.
“Lick it. Get it soaking wet,” he said thickly.
“Okay.” I stuck out my tongue, and he sighed as I did. I flicked my tongue over his lifeline and tasted myself, but it wasn’t bad. I lapped at his skin and imagined he might be using my spit for something else… something dirtier than jerking me off. My dick quivered up and bounced off my belly as my muscles twitched. I whined. I tracked my piercing against each of his fingertips and he growled.
“Good,” he said gruffly. He took his hand from me, spat into his palm, too, and then wrapped his meaty hand around me again. It was so good when he jerked me this time that I couldn’t sit still. I tossed my head from side to side and accidentally tried to clench the hand in my cast, which was a mistake. The pain jolted my eyes open, but I was quivering and so close to the edge that my toes curled and uncurled, and I froze.
“Breathe, it’ll last longer,” he murmured in my ear. He didn’t slow his quick pace on my dick and tightened his grip. He moved his hand faster. It was so good. Too much. “Breathe, sweet boy.”
I tried to listen to him, but my lungs wouldn’t work. None of my body functioned except whatever muscles and systems powered my dick. I tilted my hips and my balls felt like they were getting ready to spill. I gasped in a breath and held it.
“Breathe,” he said softly and slowed down.
“No, don’t stop,” I said on hitched pants. I tried to do as he said, and he sped up again. This time when my thighs and belly tensed, I was still taking air into my lungs, and he sped up even faster until his fist was nearly a blur. I reached back and gripped his shirt, trying to get a hold on any part of him that might steady me. The white-hot sparks in my gut twisted so intense and high that I imagined myself as a bonfire, ready to go up in smoke, and my muscles were so tense that I felt like I would break apart. Then, it happened—the pleasure slammed me.
My dick twitched and my cockhead tingled and heat raced from there deep into the root of my shaft. Part of the overwhelming sensations spurted out of me with my cum. More sparks zapped through my body, and my muscles clenched and loosened in a deep erratic way I’d never experienced. Unlike when I jerked off alone, he didn’t stop as I started coming, just kept stroking me, and it was so wonderful and terrible at the same time. The orgasm went on and on, and then I was crashing back to earth and spasming in his grasp.
“Stop, stop,” I gasped out and rested my hand on his. He did as I asked and held me in his fist as I twitched. I panted and rested back in his arms. The tang of my cum was a heavy musk on the air that had my cheeks burning again. Could he smell me?
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear, and I cried out as another throb raced through my shaft. My stomach nearly cramped with the final spasm that went through me, both good and too much. I laughed and winced and then bit the corner of my lip. I didn’t want him to let me go just yet, so I held my hand over his and he seemed to understand I needed him to keep holding me.
Some time passed. Casey eventually let my soft dick go, which I hated. He hummed soothing sounds into my ear as he pulled back the blankets on my bed one-handed. I was so tired I had trouble doing anything at all. He moved me around until he was able to get to his knees, and then he lifted me straight up and onto the waiting spot on the mattress. I gasped at the display of strength, and he just laughed as he stood. I closed my eyes. The sound of water running in my tiny bathroom confused me, but the next thing I knew a warm damp cloth was on my lower belly, cleaning away the cum. He took my jeans the rest of the way off and tucked me away in my underwear before he pulled the blankets up over me. I was comfortable and warm and so completely fucking wasted from everything that had happened today.
“My arm,” I said. “Supposed to prop it up.”
The Spider-Man pillow and another pillow in the shape of Thor’s hammer found its way under my wrist.
“Take tomorrow off,” he said and then kissed my forehead. His cologne and the slight twinge of sweat filled my nose. Was he still worked up? Fuck, he hadn’t gotten off. Worry tangled in me as I lay there and stared up at the concerned squint of his eyes.
“I can’t afford that.”
“Okay. Come to my office in the morning, then. Raven will help you figure out how to handle your father.” The way he said that, all mean and cold, chased away some of my good feelings.
“He’s not all right in the head, you know?”
“He hurt you.”
I shrugged. “He hurts everyone. I have to keep him alive.”
“Why?”
I licked my lips and some of the hardness left his expression. He brushed his thumb over my chin, and I fought to remember what I was going to say. “No one else will? I love him, too, I guess. Or wish I could. It’s complicated.”
“You love him?” Casey’s question sounded so strange that I widened my eyes to stare into his. All that glittered back was the arctic blue of his irises, not answers, but that had my belly squirming happily.
“Yeah. I know. It’s stupid.”
He moved the blankets away from my wrist. “This will not happen again,” he said, as if by his pigheadedness alone he was going to make his demand true. He pursed his lips as he dropped the blankets back in place.
“I moved out. I can’t cut him off totally.”
