Page 31 of Just A Little Joy
“Cute boys love cute shit. And, sweetheart, you’re in the cute boy category.”
Casey’s bright smile was all I needed. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and eased my hand inside. His cock slid warm into my palm. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked. He hissed and pushed his hips for more.
I wanted to see him. Really see him.
I shifted to the side and pulled his sweats and briefs down. He lifted his hips to help. His cock sprang free, thick and girthy,heavy balls resting in a dark nest of curls. All man. And all mine in that moment.
I traced a finger across the head and found the sensitive bundle of nerves. Casey’s low sound vibrated through me. I stroked him again. His back arched off the couch, a ragged sound tearing free.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“You’re driving me crazy,” Casey whispered.
I kissed him. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”
He let out a small laugh and thrust up into my hand.
“I want to see you too.”
“I’m not even trying to pretend to be shy,” I said, grinning.
I pushed off him long enough to strip down. Casey’s eyes dragged over every inch of me. I’d never been more grateful for all the wasted hours I spent in the gym.
I stepped toward him and straddled his thighs. His cock stood flushed and leaking. He reached down to stroke himself once, slow.
“No, sweetheart. Let me.” I brushed his hand aside and wrapped mine around him. Hot and velvety, perfect. Casey watched me through heavy eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly. The low light made him look dreamlike.
My cock twitched, begging. Casey’s hand slid to my thigh, tracing slow shapes, sending sparks straight to my balls. When he cupped me, I leaked helplessly into his palm. My whole body tightened in anticipation. But not yet.
I wanted more of this moment.
My hand guided his cock until we were lined up, touching, skin to skin. As if pulled by the same invisible thread, we groaned in unison. Casey’s hand gripped over mine, and together we fisted ourselves, using our precum as lube. Our stickiness mixed and mingled until we couldn’t tell where one ofus began and the other ended. It was impossible not to feel the connection, or the heat, and I wasn’t ready for it to end.
Casey was everything I’d wanted in a man but had pushed to the back burner while I waited for life after hockey to begin. But now that he was naked and writhing between my thighs, I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let him slip away without doing my damnedest to show why he should stay.
We jacked ourselves until the movements turned jerky and erratic. We stopped caring about rhythm and let the need take over. Our panting breaths marked the race to the finish. I wanted to be the one who pushed him past. I wanted to give him the release and the relief he deserved. I wanted to give him everything I had.
“Oh fuck!” Casey’s shout and bowed back were followed by ropes of cum spilling across our fists.
One more stroke, and I followed him. My guttural groan drowned out his shaky pants. Our cum mixed the same as before, no way to tell where one ended and the other began. I was sure there was some kind of metaphor in that, but I was too damn sated to figure it out. Tomorrow. I’d think about it tomorrow because right now was for savoring the sweet boy between my thighs.
EIGHT
CASEY
Everything I knew about making foolish decisions came crashing down on me when I woke up in my boss’s bed. The weight of his arm across my chest settled me, which didn’t make sense, but I was going with it. I knew what we’d done last night was probably not the greatest idea. I mean, the sex was fantastic—but the decision to have it? Not as great.
“You’re thinking too much,” a gravelly voice whispered in my ear.
“You can’t hear me thinking.”
“I can, and you are,” came the answer. Still whispered, still gravelly, and still sexy as hell.
“I had a really good time,” I said, trying to move the conversation in a different direction. “Oh dear Lord, I sound like I’m about to give you a review on Yelp or something.”
“Eight out of ten, but lost points for being slow on the uptake?”
“No deduction for that.”