“Make love to me,” I whispered. “All night.”
Chapter 11: Dex
She tasted amazing and I couldn’t get enough of her. The sound of her voice enticing me to enter her was too much to ignore and tonight was not about games. I licked her wet pussy one last time before sliding up to her face and pressing my lips against hers. Without batting an eye, I dipped my hips low and pushed deep inside of her, wanting to feel every part of her for just a moment. I groaned loudly as her juices enveloped my cock before I reached over to the bedside table and pulled a condom from the top drawer. As much as I wanted her, I had to be careful. I pulled the condom out as fast as I could and slid it over my dick. I le
aned back down and sensually kissed her neck as she spread her legs wide and welcomed me back inside her.
Slowly, I writhed on top of her, pushing in deep and slowly making my way back out. Our lips stayed locked together and I grabbed her hand in mine as I thrust deep and hard. She moaned loudly and arched her back, feeling the girth of my cock inside of her. As she released her muscles and fell back down, we rolled over the bed and she straddled me, immediately grinding her hips against me. I ran my hand up her chest as she flipped her hips, gasping as my fingers ran across her clit. She leaned back, her tits bouncing with her hips, and grasped my thighs, pulling her body up and down my long shaft. I could see the heat building in her as her muscles tensed. She pulled forward and put her hands on my chest. She began to grind hard and fast, her moans getting louder and louder with each moment.
“Yes, baby, come for me,” I whispered, watching her bite her bottom lip. She pushed down harder.
I grabbed her hips and moved them fast while she reached up to grab her tits, flinging her head back and screaming loudly. I could feel her body constricting and her pussy pulsating around my erection. The juices were warm and wet as they flowed over my cock and pooled at the base of my shaft. Before she was completely done, I flipped her over on her back and pounded her hard, feeling her get wetter and wetter. We were breathing hard and fast as our bodies tumbled back and forth across the sheets, our emotions spilling out through our touch. She reached up and pulled my face toward hers, kissing me deep and long as I moved in and out of her. As she moaned softly into my mouth, I could feel the heat of the orgasm rising higher. I wasn’t ready to be done but by that point, I didn’t have a choice.
I grabbed onto both of her hands and thrust hard and deep, holding it in and pressing my mouth against hers as I erupted in orgasm. The waves of passion pushed through my body and I groaned loudly. My hips twitched forward slightly as I released the last of my seed and collapsed into Casey’s arms. I slid my dick out of her and moved down, laying my head on her chest while I tried to catch my breath. I could feel her hands rubbing my back gently as I laid there, listening to the sound of her heart beat inside her chest.
As our bodies relaxed, I wrapped my arms around Casey and pulled her close. We drifted to sleep still intertwined around each other’s body. I could feel her heavy breathing and I felt as if everything was just as it should be. Even when we shifted or moved in the bed, we ended up close, like we were drawn to each other. As the sun peaked over the buildings and shone through the bedroom window, I yawned, rubbing my hand down Casey’s back, glad she hadn’t run away like before. She turned over and smiled up at me, closing her eyes as I kissed her soft lips. We pulled ourselves from the bed, knowing we needed to get Casey home since Seth would be waking up soon, if he hadn’t already.
We pulled our clothes on in blissful silence, straightening our hair and trying to look somewhat presentable. I called down for a car and we took our time walking out to the street. We climbed inside, sitting close to one another. I watched Casey as the morning light blanketed her in a glow and her eyes sparkled. The weather outside was cold but the feeling between us was warm and familiar. I watched as the shop owners hung different seasonal decorations in their store windows and people walked along bundled in warm jackets and knit gloves. Instantly, I could feel that happy feeling I felt when I was a child during the holidays, something I truly had missed. When we arrived at her house, Casey invited me up for coffee and I gladly accepted, not ready to part ways with yet. For some reason, I just couldn’t seem to pull myself away from her.
We walked hand in hand to the door, up the stairs, and into the apartment. The smell of coffee and bacon filled my nose and I could hear Seth talking to his grandmother in the kitchen. We rounded the corner and were greeted by sweet hellos from both Andrea and Seth. Andrea was flipping bacon on the stove and Seth was sitting at the table drawing.
“Hi Dex,” he said, still looking down at his picture. Casey winked at me as she pulled coffee mugs from the cupboard and started preparing our coffee.
“Hey, buddy,” I said, ruffling his brown hair with my hands. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah,” he said without thought.
“Whatcha drawing?” I looked over his shoulder and moved to the side, sitting down next to him.
“Buildings,” he replied. “This one was from when we went to the pumpkin patch. It’s the farmhouse.”
“I can see that,” I said. “When I was little, I used to draw buildings too.”
“You did?” His eyes got big like he had never met another artist in his life.
“Yep,” I said. “My mom would take me all over the city and let me draw while she ran errands.”
“My mom won’t let me be alone in the city like that.” He scoffed.
“Well, you are only four and your mom loves you more than the world,” I said, laughing. “Maybe when you’re older.”
Casey brought my cup of coffee over and set it on the table in front of me. I smiled as she patted me on the head and leaned down to kiss my cheek. This felt so perfect that it was terrifying. I sat back in the chair and drank some of my hot brew, staring down at the paper as Seth scribbled and scratched. I could hear Andrea and Casey talking but I zoned out, thinking about when I was Seth’s age. I used to sit at my kitchen table doing the same exact thing. I had a weird way of holding the pencils since my fingers were fat when I was a kid. I looked down at Seth and watched as he pushed his thumb between his middle and ring finger while he held the crayon, exactly as I did. I shook my head with a frown. Surely, it was just a strange coincidence.
As I took another drink of my coffee, I thought about the amount of time I was away versus how old Seth was. I shook my head again, feeling silly for even thinking about it. It couldn’t be, could it? I watched as Seth studied his picture hard, looking for any imperfections, scrubbing out one side and fixing the other. I stared at him for several moments, trying to find any kind of connection between us. I must have looked absolutely nuts just staring at the kid. I looked over at Casey who was watching me with a strange look on her face. Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. This kid could actually be mine. But why would she hide it from me? No, I had to be wrong, I had to be making this up in my head.
Immediately, panic rushed through my chest and I set my coffee down, standing up quickly and accidentally knocking over the chair in the process. Everyone looked over at me in confusion and Casey took a step forward, panic on her face. I picked up the chair and laughed nervously. I looked around at Casey’s mom and then back down at the handsome little boy sitting in front of me. I didn’t want to freak anyone out so I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.
“So, I just realized I have a big project tomorrow that I am in no way prepared for,” I said, knowing it was a terrible lie. “Thank you so much for the coffee.”
I handed Casey the cup and moved quickly through the kitchen and out to the door. I put my coat and gloves on and looked up as Casey stood stunned and confused in the hallway. I flashed her a fake smile and grabbed the doorknob, pulling hard until I realized it was still locked. Casey walked over and unlocked it, pulling it open and staring at me. I looked at her for a moment, wanting to say something, anything, but I couldn’t. I walked out of the door and down the steps, bursting out into the cold morning air. I closed the door behind me and took in a deep breath, not sure where to go from there. I looked down at my driver who was holding the door open, so I pulled my coat closed and jumped in the car.
A thousand thoughts flew through my mind on the drive home. Seth was four years old, I had slept with Casey five years ago, meaning there was a very good chance that Seth could be mine. I shook my head and chuckled darkly. Casey would have told me if I had a child floating around out there somewhere. If not Casey, surely my sister Natalie would have let me know immediately. Part of me wanted to call Natalie but I knew she was still on her honeymoon and I didn’t want to ruin that with drama, especially if I just overthinking
things. The drawings had to be a coincidence, lots of kids like buildings and drawing.
When we pulled up in front of my complex, I got out and went straight upstairs, tossed my coat on the rack, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I was definitely more than a little spooked at the thought of Seth being my child. I wasn’t ready to be a father, even if it meant raising an amazing little boy with such a wonderful woman like Casey. I had a huge career and a lot of responsibilities and I purposely didn’t settle down because I needed my space and my time to take care of those things. As I sat in the living room, sipping my beer and staring out at the city, I could feel myself distancing from Casey and the whole situation.
I set the bottle down on the coffee table and walked into my bedroom, pulling out several suits and my suitcase. Without thinking, as if I was being controlled like a robot, I unpacked my dresser and repacked my bags. This was all too much for me and I pushed it deep down, determined to clear my mind. I got too caught up in everything with Casey and that needed to stop right now. It was time. It didn’t matter that I still had time left before my next trip. It didn’t matter that I’d grown to truly care for Casey and Seth. Nothing mattered more than my desire to bolt. I had to get out of town as fast as possible.