Page 57 of Be Your Somebody
“Hmmm?” she asks.
I glide down her body to whisper in her ear, “You taste like mine.” My whisper comes out as more of a growl before I place myself between my personal altar. My finger begins to rub her clit in a slow, circular motion. My pace alternates between quick and slow strokes—just enough todrive her to the edge, then bring her back down again, keeping her orgasm at bay.
“Fuck, aaah faster, please. I can’t take it anymore. Yes, right there, don’t—ohGod,” she screams. So I give her what she wants, but this time I push a second finger inside of her, and she goes wild beneath me. She screams my name repeatedly and I feel her on the verge of an orgasm. I pull my fingers out before striping the rest of my clothes off.
“I need you now, and don't give me any more of this slow bullshit. I need it fast and hard because I feel like I am about to—" That's all she manages to say before I slam my dick into her, giving her exactly what she's asking. I change the angle by bringing one of her legs over my shoulder so I can go deeper, causing her screams to intensify.
“This is what you get for writing that damn song. For always seeing me. For being mine. Is this what you want? Me to fuck you this hard? You like it dirty, don’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes. Please, just keep going.” She shifts just slightly, allowing me to hit that sweet spot.
“That's it, Avery. Take this dick like a good girl.” She begins to scratch and claw at my back, which makes me pound into her even harder. “That’s right, claw at me. Make me yours. Brand me with your marks. Just like I’m branding this pretty pussy of yours. Be a good girl and come for me. Come on this dick, freckles,” I grunt.
Her hips move to match my thrusts. I know she’s close, so I bring one of my fingers back to her clit to help her get there quicker. It doesn't take long before she starts contracting around me and she finally lets herself come. I keep up the quick, rapid pumps, knowing that I am close to coming, too. I spread her other leg wider so I have more room. I feel myself on the brink of an orgasm when another one pulses through her more intensely than the last. “Fuck, Cas!” she yells, and then I come on that final scream of my name.
“That’s right, baby. Scream my name. I want everyone to know who owns this pussy. Who owns this pussy?”
“Ca—oh my God!” she screams. I slap her pussy which causes her to scream out and arch her back.
“Wrong answer. Who owns this pussy? Say it,” I growl.
“You do, Cas. You own my pussy. You own all of me. Now shut up and fuck me,” she snarls.
“Your wish is my command,” I whisper. I continue to pound into her, giving her exactly what she asked for. She swirls her hips and her pussy keeps contracting around me. And when my orgasm hits, I come so hard I see stars. I slow my pace down significantly as both of us start to come down. I collapse on top of her, still fully seated inside of her as we steady our rapid breathing. I grudgingly pull myself out before going to grab a towel to clean her up. After tossing the freshly used towel in the laundry basket, I crawl under the covers and pull her into my arms. Her head rests on my chest as my fingers run up and down her back. I feel content lying in silence with her next to me. My eyes start to close when her words break through the silence.
“You know, Cas, you neverdidtell me your thoughts on my song. You had tears in your eyes. I hope I didn't upset you,” she says, looking at me with concern clouding her eyes.
How could she think this would upset me? Her words moved something in me, making me feel a different kind of nakedness. I gently kiss her forehead and look down at her beautiful face. “Avery, honey, I'm not sad. Your song made me feel seen, loved. You made me feel like I wasn’t the drug addict, the burnout, or the loser. Your words made me feel like you saw Cas, the man.”
She reaches up to cup my cheek and I see tears start to form in her eyes. “Cas, I havealwaysseen you. Even when you were struggling, Ialwaysknew that the Cas I grew up with was in there. You’re not your addiction, your trauma, or your mental health. You are a man who struggles with those things. You have so much kindness, passion, and drive. But most importantly, you’re healing and that’s beautiful. I see you putting in that work, and I am so fucking proud of you for doing it. Healing is not for the faint of heart, and you have one of the strongest, purest hearts I know.” She pulls me down for a slow, lingering kiss before letting me go.
“Remember that summer before our freshman year when I walked in on you singing one of your songs?” I ask. Recognition takes over her face as she nods, but looks away.
“Avery,” I say, pulling her face back to mine.
“Hmmm?” she asks.
“After I left your house that day, I turned back to look at your bedroom window and something shifted. That was the moment I knew I was in love withyou.” I hear the sharp intake of her breath and see her eyes widen.I preemptively open my mouth to fix what needs fixing, but she touches my lips and shakes her head.
“Y-you did?” she asks. When I nod my head, she continues. “You remember when you gave me that journal?”
“Of course, I remember,” I say.
“That was the moment that I fell in love with you.” No matter how many times she says that it still surprises me.Shelovesme.
“High school must have been rough, seeing me become so self-destructive. If it makes it any better, I was just as miserable back then. I was so in love with you, but I knew you probably didn’t return my feelings because of who I came from and what I was doing to myself.”
“Yeah, it wasn't easy. I remember going to bed every night, hoping you would snap out of it. I know now that it's more difficult than that, and you had demons you didn't realize you were fighting. I’m not angry or upset with you anymore about any of that, and youaredeserving of me,” she says while pushing some of my hair out of my face. “Of course,we spent all this time secretly in love with the other…jackass,” she says while laughing.
“Oh, I’m a jackass, huh? Let's see how much of a jackass I am when I do this,” I say and bring my hands to her hips, swinging her legs over my shoulders. I give her one of my wicked grins before I wink and slip my tongue inside her.
Chapter 35
Avery
You have your murder face on
Mid Fall, 2023
