A thrill jabbed through me and raised goose bumps on my arms. I wanted everyone to know he was mine and I was his.
He ground his hips against me and then went back to a brutal smashing together of our bodies that had picked up pace while I was zoned out, and all at once heat rushed me and whited out my vision. I yelled as my dick twitched and my balls tightened and amazing goodness blasted through my stomach and cramped my ab muscles to the point where they ached. I unloaded cum onto the carpet and whimpered as he kept going and then rutted deep inside me. Casey flopped forward and hugged my middle as he shoved hard against my ass. I whimpered as he managed to go the tiniest bit deeper.
“I love you,” he said through pants of air.
“I love you, too, Casey bear.”
He patted my belly, and I started to snicker. Soon, he joined me, and we ended up curled together on the floor, my head on his arm, his massive cock spreading my ass wide. He didn’t go soft, and I wanted more.
We stayed on the floor most of the night.
* * *
The next day was a Saturday,and I woke to the late morning sun in my eyes and Casey singing off-key somewhere downstairs. Spidey was on the floor and hadn’t made it next to me when Casey had carried me to bed last night. I rubbed a hand over my eyes and then smiled as I flexed my ass. I was sore, there was no way around it, but I didn’t care. I rolled out of the blankets and hit the bathroom. Next stop was the dresser. I dragged on a new pair of red plaid pajama bottoms and one of Casey’s red T-shirts before I went downstairs to find him.
I stumbled into the kitchen to the delightful smell of waffles, and found one on a plate waiting for me on the table at my spot. I whooped and sat down. Casey chuckled and came over with a can of whipped cream and a bowl of cherry topping.
“Yes!” I tilted my plate toward him.
He dumped two spoonfuls of the cherries onto my waffle, and when I batted my eyelashes at him, he plopped two more helpings on. I wiggled all around as he sprayed a massive mound of whipped cream on top of the mess, and then he sat down beside me. I snagged my fork and began to cut into the sugary goodness. “Thank you, Casey bear!”
“Anytime, cutie.”
I paused. “You didn’t hide anything gross in my waffles, like almonds or something, did you?”
The hint of a blush crept up his collar, so I thought maybe he had put something suspect in them, but there was so much whipped cream I just kept going. I stuffed a huge bite into my mouth and happily chewed through a burst of cream and tart perfection.
“I-admit-I-might-be-buttering-you-up,” he said in one breath.
“It’s working,” I mumbled around my food. “What?”
His dark eyebrows rose, one at a time, from where they’d been stuck close together. “Uh, my mom has been asking for a little bit if I’d come over for dinner, and I kept telling her no. She asked if I had a girlfriend, and that’s why I haven’t been around much, and I flat out told her, no. I have a boyfriend.”
My fork felt slippery and I had to set it down. I swallowed and chugged half the glass of orange juice that had been waiting for me. “What’d she do?” I asked and sank back against my chair.
He smiled, so I tried to relax. “Told me to bring you over because she wants me at dinner. She didn’t care at all. I mean, she yelled at me for not saying something sooner, but she said she loves me just like she loves Nev, and she wants to meet anyone who can stand me.”
“She didn’t say it that way, did she?” I asked, unhappy at the thought of anyone implying something bad about Casey, even if he did have a temper sometimes.
He brushed my hair off my forehead, and I closed my eyes to enjoy his touch. When I looked at him again, he was grinning. “No, she just said she wanted to meet you.”
“When?”
“Four?”
“Okay.” I stared at my waffle and my stomach churned unhappily. “I can make it through that.”
“We don’t have to go,” he said in a rush and slid closer to hug me. I patted his back. The sincerity in his blue eyes decided me, even though my first impulse was to say “hell no” and run the other way.
“I’ll go. It’ll be fine.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded, and he shot to his feet. “Great! I’ll let her know.” He had his phone out of his pocket in half a second flat and was dialing. I frowned. Had he been ignoring his family because of me? Shrugging, I went back to my food and worked my way through my plate.
Whatever was going on between him and his mom was going to get fixed now, and if therapy had taught me anything so far, it was that I couldn’t make other people’s choices for them. Casey had decided on his own not to go visit his family on the weekends. I still felt guilty, though.
That afternoon I showered and shaved, even though I didn’t need to do it often, and Casey kept his mouth shut while I styled my hair within an inch of its life. It was getting long, so I shoved the front up and back in a pretentious little fwoop that I didn’t normally go for. He didn’t say a word as I dug through his closet for the borrowed shirt from Creed, the green one I’d worn to court. I put it on, but he shook his head when I went to his dresser to find a tie.
