HAYDEN
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It was almost midnight. You see, compared to when I first got back home with Casey, we actually put on a TV show this time to watch—at least, that was the original plan. Somewhere in between was making out, arguing over who got rights to my blankets, and eventually getting changed and grabbing some food. In the end, Casey got rights to the blankets but shared with me.
The only difference between then and now was that there was a big jump from making out in clothes to making out in very little clothes.
Casey didn't seem to have a problem with it. I found it quite cute how she practically melted wherever I touched her but I would never tell her that otherwise she would try to stop herself. I, on the other hand, was in agony, and was hard as a fucking rock but couldn't do anything about it until she went to bed.
"Did.... did you just pinch me?" I breathed out, shifting when I felt her fingers against my side. I pulled back from our kiss to find her cheeks red, raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't mean to," she said, laughing. "I don't know why I did that. Forget that happened, let's continue."
I burst out laughing when she leaned in for another kiss, moving my head to her shoulder to quiet myself down. Casey was chuckling with me, one of her hands playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, making me chuckle again. "I was hoping we could watch some movies."
"You mean like how we've been watching movies for the last two hours?"
She smiled shyly, then bit her lip slightly. "Exactly. Well, if you can contain this, that is."
I opened my mouth to ask her what she was talking about but my question was cut off with a large intake of breath when her hand moved down my chest and abdomen, stopping right on top of the tent growing in my boxers.
"Unless you'd want me to help with it," she whispered against my lips, causing my cheeks to flush red. That's when the stuttering began.
"I've actually never... uh, I've never been given one," I admitted, my face warming up even more when she pulled back to get a better look of my face.
"You mean a hand—"
I nodded to stop whatever she was about to say, biting my lip gently. Casey smiled, leaning down and pecking my lips gently. I returned the short kiss, feeling her kiss my jaw next.
"If you don't want me to then—"
"No," I cut off again, making her smile widen before leaning down. I pulled her up closer to me and pressed our lips together, moving a hand up to grip her hair.
"Jesus..." I breathed out, pulling away from her tempting lips when I felt her hand wrap around my hard member. My head tilted back and I released a low groan when she squeezed me.
Using her other hand, Casey pulled my boxers down and quietly swore to herself once my painful election was released. I glanced down with a raised eyebrow, snapping my fingers in front of her face to stop her from ogling it.
"Focus," I said with a teasing smirk, making her blush. "You're staring quite hard, Casey."
"Sorry," she murmured, looking away and clearing her throat. "I-It's... it's an impressive size."
I couldn't help but chuckle, though it came out breathless and husky. Casey bit her lip, glancing down at her slow-moving hand before meeting my heated stare. I tried to keep my eyes on hers but they couldn't help but close slowly when her hand began to move faster, my hips jerking at the movement. I could feel her lips press to my jaw, then the corner of my lips.
"How am I doing?" She whispered, shifting so she was sitting on my right side, her hand moving in circular motions.
My head tipped back against the headboard and I let out another groan. One of my hands held the headboard while my other one gripped her jaw, pulling her closer to me.
"So fucking good," I muttered to her. I hissed when she squeezed me a bit firmer. "Shit..."
I leaned down and kissed Casey roughly, hearing her moan and return the kiss. Her hand began to quicken its pace and my mouth fell open as I groaned, my hand tightening around the headboard.
"Fuck, Casey," I breathed out, cracking my eyes open and glancing down at her hand's movement. I could feel my heart pick up and my body felt warm, my groans growing louder.
"Shh..." she hushed, covering my mouth and smirked just before my eyes closed. "Don't wanna get caught, hm?"
I was barely able to shake my head before another loud moan tore from my throat, my hips jerking up unexpectedly. This woman was driving me fucking insane.
My head fell back again and I groaned, feeling my body tense up just as I felt my euphoric high finally rush in as I released. My breathing was erratic as my hips circled upwards, both hands moving to the headboard at this point.
"Holy shit," I let out when Casey moved her attention down, wrapping her lips around the tip of my cock and sucking on it. "God, you're fucking evil, Case."
Casey smirked slightly, opening her mouth more and taking advantage much as she could into it, moaning quietly.
My body was tense to stop from trembling, moving one of my hands down to her hair and wrapping it around my knuckles.
"Fuckk," I breathed out to her, my eyes rolled back as I began to thrust my hips slightly.
I was way too fucking sensitive and the fact that she was giving me a blowjob right after giving me a hand-job was not helping at all. And, fuck, was she amazing at them.
Casey gasped as I thrust into her mouth once more. It took less than two minutes and I was already painfully hard again.
"Shit, keep doing that, baby," I groaned out. "Fuck, just like that..."
She hummed quietly and moaned again, moving one of her hands down to the rest of what she couldn't fit into her mouth, moving it in an up-and-down motion slowly. I licked my lips and groaned, making her move faster.
My second release came much faster than the first time as I held her head in place, a shudder passing through my body. After another few seconds, Casey pulled away and licked her lips, cheekily smiling up at me while I took a moment to catch my breath.
"Holy shit..." I mumbled out, making her chuckle softly and pull my boxers back up. She licked her lips again and I pulled her back on my lap, pressing our lips together.
"Best first blowjob ever," I said against her lips, making her slowly smile.
"I'm glad you're impressed," she murmured back with a chuckle, her arms going around my neck. "One out of ten rating, though."
I laughed when she wiggled her eyebrows, kissing her again quickly.
"8.5."
"What?" She let out, making me laugh again and kiss her cheek. "That's ridiculous, I deserve at least an 8.8."
I grinned, running a hand through her hair slowly. "You know I was kidding, smart ass. twelve out of ten, for sure."
She chuckled, making me smile with her.
"Next time we're having a heated make-out session," I murmured against her lips, "I'll be sure I do the work."
"If you know how to," she teased back, making my eyes playfully narrow.
"Nothing porn can't help me with," I retorted, smirking when her face flushed into a deep shade of red. This time I was the one to wiggle my eyebrows. "Wanna see me eat a pudding cup?"
Casey busted out laughing, falling back in the process. I watched her, smiling slightly as she began to snort uncontrollably. She covered her mouth and giggled, giving me an opportunity to pull her back to me, her body between my legs. I ran my hand through her hair, making her softly smile and kiss my arm.
"You want to go out for breakfast tomorrow?" I asked her, making her smile softly up at me.
"Where?"
"iHop," I replied. "Get some pancakes, talk a bit, have a few syrupy kisses here and there."
Casey hummed. "Sounds delicious. By that I mean the pancakes, not the syrupy kisses."
I couldn't help but wiggle my eyebrows. "There are a few things that sound delicious right about now."
Casey laughed loudly, making a smirk creep onto my lips.
"Jesus, Hayden," she chuckled out. "For a virgin, you've got the dirtiest mouth."
My smirk widened. "Only for you, Casey."
I tilted her head back and lips pressed together once more. She smiled, chuckling slightly before returning my kiss.
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"I feel like you know something."
"The only thing I know is that I should have made our bedroom further from yours when I set up the blueprints."
"I swear I told him to keep it down but he just—"
"Casey, can you please stop making it worse?"
"—but he just got louder. I'm just saying—"
"I would not like to have this conversation with my parents, thank you very much."
Mom laughed at my flushed complexion while Dad simply took another of his coffee. Casey had smug grin on her face when I took a glance in her direction, which only resulted in me glaring at her.
"It's completely normal, Hayden," Dad told me, decided to add gasoline to the fire. "We figured that, eventually, you would bring a girl home and just so happen to—"
"I think we should all just calm down a bit," Mom interrupted, smacking the back of her husband's head. He choked on his coffee. "Don't you two have a breakfast date to get to?"
I grunted, grabbing my shoes from the front door and putting them on. Casey followed suit, using me as support.
"It's natural, Hayden," Dad only continued, making me groan and rub my face. "When I was about your age, a few years older give or take, your mother and I were quite—"
"DAD, PLEASE!"
The second we both had our shoes on, I rushed Casey out of the house and made sure to close the door before my psychotic father could say anything else. My body felt like it was just set on fire and all Casey could do was laugh, only making the situation worse.
"I love your parents so much," she snorted, not expecting me to answer before stepping up into my truck. "They're awesome."
"Uh-huh," I grumbled, making her chuckle and buckle herself up. "If my father is comfortable enough to say that to you then I'm pretty sure he's fond of you. He's a cuddly person."
Casey hummed. "I can see where you get it from."
I smiled, starting the car and driving off.
"Can I ask you something?" She asked, hearing my soft hum. "If your parents are filthy rich, why don't you live in a wealthier part of the country? Or a rich part of town?"
I glanced at her, grinning. "My parents don't like other people with a lot of money. They've learned how fake and greedy most of them really are and decided to live where we do now... but we did do a lot of renovations to it."
Casey smiled at the response. I stopped the car at a red light and turned my head, pressing my lips to hers. Just as she returned it, my phone rang, causing both of us to groan out. Quickly turning into a random parking lot and answered my phone.
"Hello?" I mumbled, closing my eyes.
"Hello, is this Hayden Black?"
I slightly sat up, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, this is him. Who's this?"
"This is Caroline Terrance, I'm the one who worked on your biological father's case to get him in prison," the woman said.
My entire body stiffened and I could have sworn my blood ran cold.
"What?" I breathed out, moving a hand to my forehead and exhaling slowly.
"At about 2:30am of last night, your father escaped his jail cell after a fight broke out in the prison cafeteria," she told me, causing my eyes to squeeze shut. "We're scared he's going to be going after you and your family."
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