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I helped him off me as he collapsed in a heap on the bed beside me. “That was… wow,” he panted.

Pride rushed through me. I did that, I made him feel that way. It was hard for me to roll into him like I wanted to, so I urged him closer with a hand on his back. “We will definitely be doing that again,” I promised him.

He leaned in and kissed me, moaning when he tasted himself on my tongue. Then he turned to look down my body at my leaking cock. “I think this dessert comes with a second helping…”

I really hated to regret anything about this moment, but I wished I could manhandle him a little, flip him over and mount him from behind, ravage him roughly until he cried out my name, begging for me to knot him. But when he lowered himself onto my dick, his face morphing into an expression of absolute bliss, any doubts I might’ve had were blown away.

Casey’s channel enveloped me, welcoming me with his slick heat. It was a perfect fit, snug as a fist. He was hard again, and as he began to grind on me, his erection bobbed on each pass. And this time, he wasn’t nearly as careful with me. “Shit, I’m already close. I won’t last long,” he warned me, but it wasn’t a problem.

“I’m right there with you,” I assured him. Watching his muscles flex, sweat beading on his skin, flushed pink, I couldn’t have held back if I tried.

I tried to stay still, really I did, but it was impossible to just lie there and let him do all the work. With my fingers digging into his hips, I began to push and pull, fucking up into him from below. I could feel the tell-tale twinge in my lower back, but it was easy to ignore when pleasure was detonating through me.

“Casey… hurry…” I gritted out, wrapping a hand around his throbbing cock, stroking in time.

His rhythm stuttered, and he threw back his head, crying out as he unleashed his spend across my chest in thick spurts.

I groaned in relief as I followed him over the cliff, pulsing deep inside him. When my knot expanded, stretching him further and locking my seed inside him, he shivered, one last dribble of cum making its way down his shaft.

Panting to catch his breath, he leaned carefully over me to kiss me tenderly. “And to think, it’ll only get better from here,” he teased. “You’re getting better every day. I can’t wait to see what you can do.”

Since we couldn’t move for a few minutes, we took the time to just make out. I could kiss him like this forever, without a care in the world. When my knot finally slipped from his hole, he went to get up off the bed.

“Hey, where are you going?” I asked.

“I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up,” he said, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down on the bed beside me.

“Can’t it wait a few minutes?” I asked, shrugging as I dragged a finger through his cum. “Let me just enjoy being marked by you for a bit, then we’ll take a shower.”

His grin made him look equally proud of his contribution. “Fine, but first I’m going to grab that pie.”

So we lay together in bed like that, enjoying our third helping of dessert.

16

Casey

WhenIfinishedworkand made my way back to my locker to shower and change, I found a text waiting for me.

Peter:Come by after work? I have a surprise waiting for you… *winky face emoji*

Smirking, I’d assumed he meant he’d be waiting for me naked in bed or something equally playful. Wasn’t that what that emoji implied? When I arrived at his house, though, I found him lying in his yard swearing loudly. I was fairly certain that wasn’t what he’d had in mind as his surprise.

I threw my car into park in the driveway behind his truck and hopped out quickly. “Peter! Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Scanning the scene of whatever accident had happened, I saw his cane tossed to one side in the grass, next to… “Is that an axe?” I asked, half panicked, half insanely curious about what the hell was going on. As soon as I double-checked there was no blood to be seen, I calmed down a little.

Peter had stopped swearing as I knelt down beside him. “I’m sorry, I had this whole thing planned,” he griped, his face still flushed from his anger.

I shook my head, beyond confused. “I have no idea why you’re apologizing. Did you fall?” He didn’t seem overly hurt at least, but why wouldn’t he just tell me what the hell happened?

He blew out a long sigh, then grumbled sulkily, before admitting, “I was trying to chop down the ramp, but then a muscle in my back seized, and now… here I am.” He at least had the good sense to look a little chagrined. Now that he’d mentioned it, I could see where he’d managed to chop off one railing before being forced to give up.

“You just decided you’d do it by yourself?” I asked, eyeing the axe, then his fingers to make sure they were all still present and accounted for.

He scoffed. “Of course by myself. I saw Doctor Kwan for my final appointment today, and he gave me the all-clear.”

“For demolition?” I asked sarcastically, raising one brow.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You know what I mean. No more surgeries needed, which means no more wheelchair, hence bye-bye ramp! He’s super happy with my progress—which I told him was entirely thanks to you, by the way.” His smile dimmed a little. “I was just really excited for you to get here to see the ramp was gone. It was going to be all symbolic and shit. The end of an era, ready for a whole new future full of stairs.”

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