Page 30 of Just A Little Joy

“I’ll make up for lost time,” I murmured, finding the sweet spot behind his earlobe. When he shuddered, I knew I was right. My nose nuzzled the sensitive skin before I kissed down the column of his throat. His pulse beat a rapid rhythm under my mouth.

While my mouth worked, Casey slipped his hands under my T-shirt. His calloused fingers explored my back until I was tight with need. When he kneaded the muscles in my shoulders, I thought my soul might leave my body.

“Baby, you’re killing me,” I growled.

Casey’s soft laugh was my only answer. He repeated the motion.

“You’re a brat.”

He unraveled me without even trying, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hold anything back anymore.

“Maybe a little bit.”

My smile against his throat earned another chuckle. My lips brushed his once, then again. The taste of cocoa, peppermint, and Casey himself was a heady mix. I slid my tongue into his mouth and dove into the wet heat. Our tongues twisted together, each movement pulling me closer to a break I didn’t have a name for.

My hips rutted against him. His hands slid down my sides to grip my ass and grind up against me. His assertiveness lit me on fire.

I might be a Daddy, but I sure as hell didn’t mind a guy who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to say so. I didn’t need someone bowing and simpering. I needed someone who let me be useful, who let me fix things. And right now, the sweet, delicious problem under me was the only one I cared about.

When my lungs burned, I pulled back, gasping. We were chest to chest, hearts racing. Thank god I wasn’t the only one undone on this couch.

I teased the hem of his shirt, and he immediately tried to yank it over his head. I lifted on my forearms so he could pull it off and toss it aside. He slid his hands under mine next, pushing it upward. I did the awkward wiggle out of it, then dropped again, skin to skin.

Our mouths found each other with hungry need. I wanted him as close as possible. I wanted all of him.

Casey arching into the cradle of my hips somehow hardened my cock even more than it had been. I propped myself on an elbow and let my other hand explore his chest and tease his nipples. Twisting the tight peaks earned a low groan that went straight to my dick.

My hand slid lower, over warm skin and firm muscle. I reached the waistband of his sweats and glanced up to make sure he was good with this. Casey’s head was thrown back, the tendons in his neck pulled tight. I shifted down to lick a slow stripe along them. His gasp made me grin. His eyes flew open and locked on mine.

“May I continue? May I touch you the way I’ve been dreaming about since I saw you in the gym?”

“If you don’t, Daddy, I’m not sure I’ll make it through the night.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” I murmured.

I slid my hand under the waistband of his sweats. I cupped him through his briefs and felt him swell in my palm. I spread my fingers, exploring, and found the exaggerated ribbing in the fabric.

“What is this, bub?” I rasped.

Casey squirmed but didn’t answer.

“Why can’t you answer?” My fingernail dragged lightly across his bulge, earning the faintest damp patch at the front.

“It’s just my underwear,” he muttered.

“If it’s just underwear, then why is it a problem?” I kissed along his throat, up to his ear, and gave the lobe a quick nip.

He shuddered, so I did it again.

I wanted him so much that the edges of it scared me. I wanted to protect him and ruin him all at once.

With a slow hand, I pushed his sweats down. What I saw made me grin. Pink kittens drinking root beer covered the briefs. The edging was deep pink too.

“I told you in the sauna I like cute shit.” He sounded defensive, but it wasn’t about the underwear. It was about wanting the right reaction from me.

“You did. And this is cute shit. Makes sense.”

“Why?”