Page 47 of Pills and Potions: Kase
I grinned, guiding his mouth to my chest. His lips were warm, careful, reverent. He kissed like he didn’t deserve it but was trying to prove he did. By the time my leggings were gone, I was soaked. He was still muttering between kisses, chest heaving.
“Blyss, I swear I don’t usually fumble like this. You got me glitchin’.”
I kissed him again, deeper this time, tugging his joggers down and feeling the hard proof of just how turned on he was. When he finally pressed against me, I paused, just for a breath. Just to feel the stretch. Once he took out his dick, my mouth watered. I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Damn right. You won’t forget it. Eat me. Please.”
The potion had me so confident. Even though it was my first time, I was ready for some action. I laid back on the bed and looked at my pussy. He wiped the sweat off his head before getting to his knees. He licked me so good my back was arching. Once he ate my pussy, I dropped to my knees to please him. I took that big-ass dick in my mouth, taking all of him. Every time I sucked, his eyes rolled back. I might’ve been a virgin, but I watched porn, so I knew what men wanted. So, I kept sucking.
“Ughhh, shit,” he whispered. “I don’t know what I did in a past life to earn this, but if I have to code for the rest of my life to keep this going, I will.”
After taking him out of my mouth, we both got on the bed. We were kissing, and I had him play between my legs. Once he got on top, he realized he didn’t have any protection.
“Shit… wait, wait,” he breathed out, blinking. “Remember I ain’t got a condom. And if you get pregnant, we gon’ end up with a kid who knows Pi to the 8th digit.”
I kissed his neck. “I don’t care. I want you. Like this.”
Kase climbed on top and stretched my pussy to the max. He was so big that tears rolled down my face cheeks. He softly kissed them away before rolling his hips. He didn’t move too fast. Didn’t try to flip me around or take control. He followed my lead, adjusting to my breath, my pace, like he was tuned in to my soul. I clenched around him and he groaned, deep and low, like I’d just shut down his entire system.
“You feel like science and magic at the same time,” he choked out. “Like… like a supernova in human form.”
I moaned, grounding myself in the rhythm, the friction, the way our skin slid and caught and burned in the best ways.
Pleasure was building sharp and slow, like pressure behind glass. When it cracked, it wasn’t a scream, it was a gasp.My whole body shuddered, orgasm blooming like it had been waiting for this moment my entire life. We stayed like that, tangled and breathless, skin hot and sticky, his arms still wrapped tight around me like I’d float away.
“I don’t want you to move,” I mumbled.
“I won’t.”
The next morning, I woke up with my back aching, and my heart caught somewhere betweenwhat the hell just happened,andI could maybe get used to this.The sheets smelled like him, cologne, cocoa butter, and a little danger. Honestly, I was nervous. Not because of what we did, but because I knew the potion had worn off. This was Kase, unfiltered. No magic. No Mirror Me. Just him. And if he blew me off, it would hurt. That thought alone had my stomach in knots.
I took a deep breath and stretched lazily , flashes from last night hitting me like soft punches, his hands on my waist, the way he kissed my neck, the way he said my name like he actually meant it. I reached over to the nightstand for my glasses, heart pounding but before I could even slip them on, I smelled pancakes. I got up, padded to the doorway, and there he was, standing shirtless in the kitchen, looking entirely too comfortable flipping something that looked slightly burnt. Kase glanced back, saw me, and grinned like he was proud of his tragic little breakfast setup.
“Look who finally woke up,” he said, stacking a few pancakes on a plate like he hadn’t just set the fire alarm off last month trying to boil eggs.
I tried to keep a straight face, but the sight of him, fine, relaxed, cooking for me, messed with my system. “You made pancakes?”
“Don’t sound so shocked,” he said, walking over with the plate like he ain’t burn the edges. “They just pancakes.”
I sat down on the couch and took the tray from him, noticing the way his eyes didn’t leave mine. He sat beside me, close enough for his thigh to press into mine. That same charged silence settled again, like we both felt it. Something shifting between us. Something we couldn’t joke our way out of this time.
“Kase,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “You know I was a virgin…”
He nodded, quietly.
“I just don’t want you feeling like you owe me anything because of that.”
He looked at me hard, then spoke. “I don’t. But I do owe you the truth. I ain’t been myself lately. I’ve been wildin’, and you ain’t deserve none of that. Everybody been treatin’ me different, but you? You stayed solid from day one. So what I’m sayin’ is… I want you to be my lady.”
My heart did that dumb little stutter thing. He wasn’t being slick. Wasn’t hiding behind jokes or lines. He was just, honest. And for a man like Kase, that was rare as hell.
It took me a minute to appreciate everything he was. At first, I thought he was just this cocky, fast-talking club owner who loved his reflection more than anything else. But then I saw the good person who he was but just misunderstood. The way he held back when he could’ve said something cruel. The way he looked at me was like I was worth more than just a good time. And now, here he was, burning pancakes and offering me a title to be his lady.
Epilogue
KASE MADOXX
