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“Absolutely not! They aredownstairs,and them knowing we had sex is already embarrassing enough. They don’t need to hear us having sex,” I say a bit desperately.
Bringing his mouth to my ear, he whispers, “What if Ipromiseto be quiet?” My body responds without my permission, arching closer to him. My head rolls back, giving Cas access to my throat.
“That’s great, but what aboutme? How are you going to keep both of us quiet? You’re good, but not tha—" His hand shoots to my neck, squeezing in quick pulses. A moan threatens to leave my lips, but his mouth comes down on mine, muffling the sound. My hand instinctively reaches for his dick, wrapping my fingers around it and tugging it towards my entrance, telling him exactly what I want.
“Avery, we can't. No condom,” he says, frustrated. My only reply is to continue stroking him slowly at first, then faster. When the pressure on my neck increases, I pause mid-stroke, a plan forming in my mind.
“You know, you tooksuchgood care of me yesterday. It’s only fair to return the favor.” Slowly, I make my way down his body, touching and teasing until I’m on my knees—one hand on his thigh, the other gripping him.
“Avery, you don—" is all he can get out before my mouth slides around his tip, sucking and licking the little bead of pre-cum. His hands are on the tile wall of the shower, holding him upright.
With my hand still wrapped around him, I take my mouth off him and look up at him under my lashes. “Let's see how quiet you can be.” A wicked smile breaks across my face before taking him all the way into my mouth. My hand tightens around his length as it moves in rhythm with my mouth. I alternate between slow and quick strokes, wanting to tease him like he did to me yesterday. The hand that rests on his thigh moves to cup and play with his balls, causing his hips to thrust deeper into my mouth involuntarily. With a soft pop, I take him out of my mouth and grin up at him underneath my eyelashes. His fingers fist in my hair and pushes his dick back inside, fucking my mouth with force. My eyeswiden with shock, but I adjust quickly. I claw at Cas’ thighs, reminding him who’s in charge. His face is all contorted with trying to remain as quiet as possible.
“Avery, I am so close. Let me take over.” He tries to take himself out of me, but my grip tightens.
Cas looks down, but I shake my head and pause to say, “Nope, you tasted me in your mouth yesterday. It’s my turn.” I return to what I was doing, quickening my pace, knowing he’s just seconds away from coming. I squeeze his dick a few times in between strokes, and that's all it takes to have him explode all hot and sticky in my mouth.
He drags me up by my neck, slamming me into the bathroom wall, sending a delicious wave of lust through my body. I lick my lips, removing the remaining traces of him around my mouth, and watch his eyes darken to almost black.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” he demands. His hands grip my waist when I nod and he hauls me up against the wall. My legs wrap around him and my head falls against the tile. He seats himself inside me as we adjust to this new sensation of having nothing between us. He pumps and thrusts as hard as possible, always hitting the right spot.
“Avery, that was the hottest fucking thing I’veeverexperienced.” His words come out in quick, short grunts that match each of his thrusts. He adds a finger into the mix to rub my clit so fast and hard that I find myself coming in seconds. My legs begin to shake and my toes curl so hard, it borders on painful. My head falls back against the cool tile and he bites my neck while still thrusting inside me. I can feel myself contracting around him and have to bite my lip hard to prevent a scream from erupting out of me. Moments later I feel his rhythm falter before he comes inside of me, his pace slowing to a stop. He’s still inside of me, bracing me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. Our breathing is rapid, our hearts pound in our chests.
“Now, that's one way to say good morning, isn't it?” I ask.
“It's my new favorite way,” he says, pulling himself out of me and lowering me down. The water is now frigidly cold, so we hurry up, washing ourselves and taking turns under the spray.
Chapter 33
Avery
Cas’ song
Theselastcoupleofweeks with Cas have been pure bliss. It’s not just mind-blowing sex. Okay, the sex is fantastic. What I cherish the most, though, is our genuine emotional connection. Cas has given me the best gift: a lover and best friend wrapped up together, and now that I have it, I don’t ever want to let it go.
My mind, however, has been occupied by two things: Cas and the song I wrote about him. Every time I think about sharing it with him, terror runs through my body. I haven’t sung in front of anyone in a long time. Each morning, I wake determined to share it with him, but everyday I find a reason not to. It doesn't help that Bri constantly asks me about his reaction to the song, and my excuses are becoming increasingly pathetic. Instead of facing her head-on and being honest, I avoid her texts and calls.
As I lie in bed, I obsess about the box in my old bedroom. Maybe it’ll give me the confidence to share my song with Cas. A frustrated grunt leaves my mouth and I aggressively push off my blankets before walking to the room to grab it. Soon enough, I’m clutching the box in my hands like it’s my only lifeline. My heart gallops inside my chest as I stare at the notebook for what feels like an eternity. This isn’t your average journal, though. It’s not something you’d use to bitch about your day or swoon about your current crush. This book was given to me for the sole purpose of composing my music.
Communicating my feelings usually comes naturally to me, but sometimes the words become lodged in my throat, making it impossible to speak. My mom gave me my first journal at the age of ten. It first started as random scribblings about my day. Then those scribblings turned into poetry, which eventually led to songs. Whenever I couldn’t make sense of my feelings, I grabbed my notebook and began to write as everything began to click together in my mind.
Music was my form of therapy. This notebook has me walking down memory lane to the day Cas gave me this notebook.
Summer before high school
It was a warm, sunny, August day and school was set to start next week. The sun’s warmth felt like the Goldilocks story, not too hot, but not too cold. I tilted my head toward the sky as my hair swirled in the wind. Cas and I were sitting out on his grandparents' dock, feet dangling, skimming across the top of the water. I was in my yellow sundress and Cas in his black jeans with holes in the knees and a gray tank top. It never mattered how hot it was. He was always in jeans. There was something soothing about sitting next tomy best friend and staring out at the calm water. We would start high school the following week and I grew increasingly nervous.
“Can't believe we’re going to be freshmen next week,” Cas said, reading my mind.
“I know. I can't believe it. I’m excited, but nervous. It’s such a change from what we’re used to. I just don’t know what will happen,” I said.
“You have nothing to be nervous about. People are going to love you. I mean, who wouldn't?” Cas asked, looking at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. Before I could process what that look meant, he continued, “I, uh, I have something for you, but I have to go and get it. I’ll be right back.”
After a few minutes, he ran back towards me, carrying a black shoebox. I looked at the box, and when my gaze landed on his face, I burst out laughing. “You got me shoes? Awww, you shouldn't have.” I chuckled.
“Don't be such a smartass, Avery. Just open the box,” he said. My hands reached for the box, but he hesitated, slightly pulling back. “I saw this in the store and thought of you, and, uh, you can tell me if you don't like it. I hope you do, but it's okay if you don't. You can tell me you like it and then never use it again. I uh—" I placed my hands on the box and looked into his eyes. His voice was shaky, and he talked so fast that it was hard to keep up.
“Cas, please just give me the box. I’m sure I’ll like whatever it is because it came from you.” After a few deep breaths, he finally let go of the box. I stared at it for a moment before opening it. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, but it wasn't this. Staring me in the face was a velvety, forest-green journal with two silky black ribbons securing it closed. I stroked the journal, feeling its softness glide across my fingertips. I removed it from the box, untying the ribbon to discover the most beautiful golden pages. So many emotions fluttered beneath my chest. At first, I was confused about why he got me this, but also touched that he went through all the trouble to get me this beautiful notebook.
