My Casey

Taking the entire tip into her mouth, she sucked on him, swallowing him down until he hit the back of her throat.

Once he was there, she pulled off but bobbed her head, enjoying the feel of his swollen dick in her mouth. He felt so good, and glancing up his body, she saw he was fighting to stay in control.

“Fuck! Baby, yeah, that’s it. I’m so close. I want to lick your pussy.”

She pulled off him, taking a breath. “No, this is about you, not about me.” She took his cock back into her mouth, and she saw it was a struggle for him, but she wasn’t going to stop.

His cock swelled, thickened, and as he came, he let out a roar. She swallowed his cum down, milking his dick for every single drop.

Just as she finished, he grabbed her, pulling her to the bed. She didn’t get time to tell him no, but he was there, his face between her thighs, licking and sucking at her pussy. He spread her open, and she watched him. His tongue worked her clit until she couldn’t think straight, not that she ever wanted to.

All it took was a few short strokes and touches for her to come, and as she did, he moved between her thighs, and surprised her with just how hard he was.

“This is how I am for always thinking of you.” He slid in deep, and she cried his name.

Staring into her eyes, she knew, deep in her heart, there was no one else she could ever be this way with. She had no desire to share her life with anyone else. All this time, she truly thought there was something wrong with her, but it wasn’t.

The guys she knew they just couldn’t compare to the one man she let get away, and she had no intention of ever letting that happen again. Not to her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed up against his cock, taking him as deeply as she could, not wanting him to stop as he fucked her hard. Kissing his lips, she tasted her pussy on his mouth, but she didn’t care.

In that moment, Casey knew that even as she was fearful of the future, the only person she wanted to spend it with was Rusty. No, not Rusty, Daniel Locke. The guy she remembered from high school.

The guy she would find herself watching even when she didn’t want to because he captured her attention.

He was the one she was in love with. No one else.

In love.

She gasped, and Rusty pulled away just a little. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

No. he wasn’t hurting her. It didn’t sting.

She finally knew what she felt, and understood it.

She was completely, totally, scarily, in love with Rusty, and knowing it, she knew she couldn’t lose it, because if she did, she would lose part of herself.

****

There was no time to tell Rusty exactly what she was feeling or her revelations with herself over the next couple of days, because … he was busy.

It was like everyone in town knew she had something important to tell him, and so their cars decided to pack up, and give them trouble, right when she really didn’t need it. When they got home, he was always so tired because of all the driving around he’d been doing. He’d also had to go for some parts as they didn’t offer a delivery service from some of the scrap metal places.

Some of the cars were vintage, so they had to go searching old truck heaps just to find certain parts.

She cooked for him.

Held him.

Waiting.

Always waiting for the perfect moment to tell him.

She felt this was her punishment for waiting. This was why she couldn’t complain. She had made him wait, and now, she was the one having to wait.

Karma had an odd way of working, not that she minded.

Her love for Rusty, it wasn’t going to get old to her. She wanted to be with him always. She hadn’t told anyone else how she felt either.

No.

The first and only person she wanted to tell was Rusty.

He should be the first one to know.

“Rusty! You in here?” Buster said, shouting across the garage, making her jump. Besides writing, she often helped Rusty out with paperwork, and talking to clients as he worked. Answering the phone was something she did now as well.

Running fingers through her hair, she got to her feet, finding Buster in the main garage.

“He’s not here. He’s gone to check on some parts. The guy he spoke to didn’t sound very confident about what he was offering, and before he agreed a price, he wanted to make sure it was what he wanted.”

“Oh,” Buster said. “I haven’t seen him all week.”

“It has been a busy week.” She didn’t know what to say to Buster. They both looked at each other and then away.