My Casey

“No complaints?”

“None.” She traced her fingers down her back. “I think you need to stop putting yourself down. You seem to do it as a hobby. It’s not a healthy thing to do.”

He kissed her lips. “We need to shower.” He didn’t want to pull out of her pussy.

“I’m curious,” she said.

“About?”

“Which one is real?”

“I don’t get it?”

“The good mechanic, or the bad one?”

He smirked. “Did I surprise you?”

“You don’t want me to wear clothes while I’m here? You’re in charge? The ink? I can’t help but wonder what is real and what is not. I’ve watched you help kids across the street.”

“You don’t think you can like sex and help people?”

“Huh, I never thought of it like that.”

“Casey, I’m both people. My private life is exactly that, private. I don’t share. I don’t kiss and tell. Buster wouldn’t even be able to tell you what I’m like in the bedroom. This is who I am. I want to share it with you.”

“I like who you are, Rusty.”

He pulled out of her and moved off the bed. Without waiting for her to follow, he picked her up in his arms. Each time he surprised her by his actions, she let out a little gasp, and would hold onto him.

He liked her holding onto him, relying on him, needing him.

There were two of him, no doubt about that. It didn’t mean one was better than the other. It simply meant he shared a part of himself no one was going to see but Casey. He wasn’t going to tell her that little part though. She was already so skittish that he was worried he’d chase her away with what he truly wanted.

Where Casey wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted, he was. He knew the end game for him, and it was having Casey with him, all the time. To be his wife, the mother of his children, and to spend the rest of her life loving him, because he fucking doted on her. She was everything to him.

“I can walk.”

“Where is the fun in that?” He flicked the shower on, and even while it was cold, he slid into the stall, finally putting her on her feet as she let out a little gasp from the cold.

“You’re crazy,” she said.

He laughed, picking up the soap and rubbing it between his hands. “I’m not crazy. I just want you.”

With his hands coated in soap, he started to wash her body. Working at her tits first, he massaged them, and she didn’t fight him. She pushed her chest out, and he played with her, watching her as she did the same with him.

She picked up the soap, lathering her hands, and then she was touching him.

He got a high just from feeling her hands on his body.

She worked his chest, tracing over the ink. “When did you get these done?”

“My eighteenth. I drove into the next town, and the guy there has a great reputation. I’ve not been back since. I got them all done at once.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Stung a little, but I don’t mind a bit of pain.”

She slapped his bottom and giggled. “Oh, my, I can’t believe I just did that. I’m so sorry.”

He pressed her up against the shower stall and caressed her ass. “Are you wanting me to play with this ass, is that what you’d like?”

He gripped the flesh, and she moaned.

“I don’t know what it is you do to me,” she said.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said.

She spun around, and he took her hands, pressing them above her head. “I didn’t intend to go home.”

“Good. I don’t want you to go home. Not tonight.” He wanted her to stay with him so he could fall asleep with her in his arms.

Running his hand down her body, he cupped her pussy, plunging two fingers inside her. “Are you sore?”

“No. I wasn’t a virgin, Rusty.”

“Good.” He picked her up, and his cock was already hard for a second time.

He pulled her onto his dick and plunged inside her, fucking her hard, bracing her against the shower as he took her.

This was going to be the first of many nights to come. He’d wasted too much time waiting around for Casey to come home. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

He would take her, again and again, and during this time, he also had a plan. He was going to make Casey fall in love with him, and with the town, in the hope of keeping her home.

“Tell me you want me,” he said.

“I want you.”

Sinking his fingers into her wet hair, he knew this was just the start, but he was going to win this one way or another. He couldn’t give her up, never again.

Watching her drive away all those years ago had crushed him. For many nights he’d lived with regret, bargaining and reasoning as to why he should let her go.