“Shit,” he wheezed, and I laughed and stuck the glob on the tip of my tongue out at him before I swallowed it down, the same way he had me. He was bitter and slightly sweet, and his flavor was just right for a Big Brother. This all felt so fun and good, so much better than I’d ever imagined sex could be.
When I was sure he was done, I went to wipe away the cum on my cheek, but he caught my wrist, and the next thing I knew he was tugging me to my feet. He twirled me like we were dancing, and I was the one he was leading around, and then sat down with me on his lap again. His pants were still at his knees, and I was hanging out, too. His thick warm cock was hot against my ass, and I trembled.
“Just sit with me,” he murmured.
I couldn’t hold in my snickering after a few minutes. “Okay, it’s officially cold.” I twisted around and stuck out my tongue at him. “You got me good.”
“Would you like to get a warm bath before bed? You covered yourself in schmutz somehow, cutie.” He stuck his tongue out.
“Yes, thank you, Big Brother.”
He kissed my cum-covered cheek, and I groaned at how gross the sticky mess must be on his mouth, but my cockhead also gave a throb at the thought. I sucked in a breath as I felt myself plumping back up, hard as I’d been to start with.
“Will you sleep here?”
His question tossed a wet blanket on my excitement. “Do you want that?”
Casey gave me a look like I was absolutely coo-coo bananas. “Yes, I want you to stay.”
I nodded, but neither one of us moved yet. Him cuddling me was nicer than the cold mess was annoying, and the fact that I knew there was an actual tub full of hot water with my name on it made waiting not so bad. It had been forever since anyone ran me a bath and took care of me. My insides were doing that weird floaty-sad emotional crap again, so I just let Casey hold me. The things I’d read on the bus about this kink he liked had seemed so clinical compared to everything we’d done together. This was beyond amazing.
“Will we work out?” I asked as the sad stuff swirling in me hit my heart with a big wave ofugh.
“Oh, yeah. I’m sure we will.” He kissed the top of my head and some of that badness seeped out of me. “I won’t let us do anything else.”
“Okay.”
Eventually he stripped my pants off me, fixed his, and then got us moving upstairs. I watched my feet as we went, anxiety—like the kind that usually hit me in the office—sneaking around in my chest. I pretended no one would be able to see me if I walked close enough to Casey. Once we were upstairs I felt more comfortable with my nudity because the bathroom had to be nearby, but I jumped when a black Roomba streaked past us on the floor. Casey let me duck down to mess with it. I blocked its path a couple of times, making it turn around, but then felt mean and let the little robot go back to work.
“Cutie, let’s go.”
“Okay.”
I wasn’t totally surprised to be led through his bedroom into a nice bathroom with clean gray tiles on the floor. They were what I saw first. I made myself stop staring at my feet. We passed a sink and shower, and he stopped me beside a huge silver tub. Windows were on the wall beside it, which I’d never seen in a bathroom, high enough that I wasn’t flashing anyone outside. There were snow-covered tree branches on the other side of the panes of glass, but without the leaves someone still might be able to look in. At the moment, I didn’t care. The bathroom definitely had a manly vibe, I decided, as I studied the walls that reminded me of cloudy skies. He leaned over to turn on the taps, and I stared at how the thick muscles of his ass rounded out his sweats. He was so hot. I rubbed my dick, and it was ready to party even though I’d just gotten off. Steaming water began to thunder into the tub. He glanced at me and then dropped his attention to my hand. I let myself go.
“Are you too grown-up for bubbles?”
“That depends,” I answered, feeling happy the same way I had earlier.
“On?”
“Whether or not you have Spider-Man bubbles.”
“Is that a thing?”
I nodded happily. “Yeah. Or Captain America. Or anything blue. I like blue. I don’t have any bubbles, though, because I only have a shower at the apartment.”
He chuckled. “No, I don’t have any of those.”
He went over to his sink and from the cabinet underneath he pulled out a big, boring bottle that was white and had a name on the front that sounded like a bad resort spa.
“Pass.”
He put the bottle away and shook his head. “Get your butt in the tub.”
I held up my cast.
“Sit so that it can hang out.” He huffed at me, and my face went supernova. I really hadn’t thought of that.
