He laughs. “No. I don’t have to trick you into kissing me. I know you want to. I’m just waiting for you to figure it out.”
“Can’t blame a girl for wanting bragging rights,” I quip in a raspy voice.
He shakes his head, holding out the joint. My lips brush against his fingers as they part. I clench my thighs together and close my eyes. Following his directions, I kiss his fingers and suck.
Smoke fills my mouth. Choking, I pull back with a gasp, forgetting to exhale before I try to take a breath. I cough hard a few times. Cas pats me on the back with his free hand, then stands to grab a bottle of water. My eyes water as I take the coolbottle from him, open it, and chug. It feels as if I’m swallowing sandpaper.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern causing his brow to furrow.
“I’m okay,” I say, forcing a smile.
“Do you want one more before I finish it?” he offers—he’s not being pushy, he’s being polite.
This time I don’t hesitate with my response. I’m not giving myself the opportunity to say no, or to overthink anything. Besides, I don’t even feel high. He tries to hand me the joint, but I shake my head.
“I want you to do it.” I bat my eyelashes.
If he had a barrier, it just crumbled. Without a second thought, he holds the joint to my lips and I inhale again. This time I remember to exhale, and I don’t make a complete fool of myself, which makes me feel a million times more relaxed.
Cas finishes the joint as he slides closer to me. “How do you feel?”
I swallow. My mouth feels dry, but no matter how many sips of water I take, it doesn’t get any better. “My throat is really scratchy, but I feel pretty good.”
“Here, let me get you a popsicle. It usually helps.” Cas offers, which is kinda sweet of him. “I only have blue raspberry or banana. Pick your poison.”
I laugh. “So the rockstar only likes two popsicle flavors.”
“You’re lucky, I only share with pretty girls.” He shrugs me off and returns with two blue raspberries.
“Thank you,” I say as he hands it to me unwrapped and ready to be enjoyed.
“Are you still in a hurry to get as far away from me as possible?” Cas teases.
“It’s not my bedtime yet. I can stay out longer,” I reply, leaning into him.
He responds by wrapping an arm around me, as if it’s as natural as breathing. I don’t mind how impulsive he is. He’s cocky, but in a restrained, sexy way. My body betrays me. I’m suddenly aware of every place we’re touching, and I can’t stop thinking about how good he smells. His cologne is spicy with a hint of leather, and something else that makes it a manly scent.
“Cheers,” he offers, tapping our popsicles together before popping it in his mouth. We sit in silence as I relish in the relief the cold ice feels sliding down my throat.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“How good the popsicle feels,” I confess.
He smiles. A flicker of something—
“What were you thinking?” I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.
Cas chuckles. “I was thinking it’d be better if I was sucking your cum off my popsicle right now.”
I feel my cheeks heat, warmth travels between my legs and into my lower belly. I can’t believe he’s talking to me so dirty. He’s way too confident. I’m just going to be okay with whatever he says. It’s intense, but I want him to keep talking dirty to me.
Cas clears his throat. “Tell me about yourself. What else do I need to know?”
His breath teases the shell of my ear, and his fingers trail lightly over my forearm. I melt against him. Every sensation is an overload of pleasure. My body doesn’t know how to process this much attention. My nipples pebble beneath my clothes from my growing arousal.
“There’s not much else to tell. You’ve met my best friend. I travel a lot because I work in the comic book industry.”
“That’s pretty cool. What’s been your favorite place to visit?”
