I leaned forward and allowed him to pull me up, coming face to face with his dark, expressive eyes.
They felt like they were on fire.
I’d looked at his eyes before, of course.
But this up close and personal, I could see the striations. I could see that his eyes weren’t all the way brown or all the way green. Honestly, I wouldn’t even consider them hazel. They looked more like an oil slick in the parking lot, left behind by an old truck on the gravel. Black, brown, green, and even a slight hint of purplish blue. His eyes went lighter the closer you got to the pupil, lightening so significantly that I was surprised that I’d not seen the difference before.
Then again, I usually tried to avoid eye contact of any kind with the man.
I was kicking myself at this point for not paying closer attention.
Then again, had I seen these eyes I might not have been able to keep my desire for the man locked away like I probably should have.
“What are you staring at?” he rasped, his eyes traveling over my face.
He wasn’t pushing me to hop on his cock. He also was being incredibly careful with me.
I loved him for that.
Loved him.
Holy shit.
I really did.
And now I was really freaking out.
I couldn’t love him!
Loving Castiel would be bad. Bad for my health. Bad for my state of mind. Bad for my heart.
But…I couldn’t just turn it off. Life didn’t work like that.
“I was thinking that your eyes are really pretty,” I explained, telling him the entire truth. “They remind me of an oil slick.”
His grin kicked up the corner of his mouth as he said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his cheek.
“And I’m wondering how the hell I never noticed before now,” I continued. “I normally notice things like that fast.”
After having my job for the length of time that I had it—the porn one, not the hair styling one—I found myself looking people in the face a whole lot more rather than checking out their bodies. Judging them on the depth of their emotions, or their hearts, rather than anything physical about them.
“Because you were so busy avoiding me that you didn’t take the time to stop and really look,” he admitted. “I didn’t have that problem.”
I blinked at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said against my lips now. “The first thing I noticed about you was your hair. How it never seems to be out of place.”
“That’s just advertising,” I admitted. “Being a hair dresser almost requires you to always have your hair styled or your clients will think less of you.”
He pulled me up to his chest even tighter.
“Or the way your lips turn up at the corners when you find something funny, or the way they turn down when you think it’s not.”
I felt my heart starting to pound as the new position had his cock resting easily between my pussy lips.
I couldn’t stop myself from sawing back and forth, rubbing my clit against his solid length.
Then there was no more talking.
Why?
Because I couldn’t form coherent thoughts other than one: I wanted him inside of me.
Now.
Pushing him back, I leaned forward and pillowed my breasts against his chest as I lifted my ass off his lap. Catching on to what I wanted, he moved his hands between my legs from behind, one lifting an ass cheek slightly to widen the parts in my lips. The other went to his cock which he helpfully poised at my entrance.
“Sit down and take me, baby,” he ordered.
I started to lower myself down, taking just the tip inside of me before I stopped.
I needed to tell him.
“I’m…I’ve never done this before,” I whispered, trying to hold eye contact with him while also wanting to look away very badly.
My shy self started to make itself known, and it took every ounce of courage I had to meet his eyes.
“This position?” he asked, not understanding what I said.
“No.” I shook my head. “This. The whole thing.”
It took him a few long moments to comprehend, but when he did, his entire body froze.
“You…you’ve never had a man inside of you?” he asked, sounding tortured now.
His cock had jumped inside of me at his words, and I started to press down intentionally, unable to stop myself.
“No,” I answered. “I’ve never wanted a man inside me before. Not until you.”
It was hard to want a man when you were so incredibly self-conscious about your body.
But there was something about Castiel that made the little bit of confidence that I did have be enough.
His hands moved up to my hips, and he squeezed so tightly that I almost yelped in surprise.
As it was, I did gasp.
But when my eyes took in his tortured face, I realized he wasn’t mad or upset about the fact that I was a virgin. He was trying to control himself.
And that was why I slowly started to sink down on him once again, causing his eyes to snap open.
The oil slick of his eyes were now on fire.
He opened his mouth, I was sure to tell me to wait, but I didn’t.
Doing what my body wanted, I pushed down until I couldn’t get any more of him inside of me, then lifted back up to do it all over again.
It took me five up and downs before I was finally sure that I couldn’t take any more of him.
At this point, Castiel’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and his hands clenching on my hips were really at the point of pain.
But the pain, mixed with the fullness between my legs, only spurred me on.
I was panting. My breasts were jolting with each slam of my hips against the top of his thighs, and he was breathing hard, letting me know that he was in the same boat as me.
Closing my eyes, I moved exactly how I wanted. How my body wanted.
I was sitting all the way up until the edge of his cock was perched at my entrance, and then I was sliding back down his cock, allowing my needy pussy to engulf him.
Over and over, slow and steady, until I was on the verge of coming.
Then, right when I felt like I might start to tip over the edge, I felt Castiel’s lips on my nipple again.
I detonated.
Shattered.
Exploded.
Poof.
There wasn’t a single cell in my body that didn’t ignite right along with my orgasm. I felt it everywhere. In the tips of my toes, at the point of my nose.
I squeaked and tossed my head back, practically force feeding Castiel my breast, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
I was coming and coming hard.
Everything stalled, and I found myself stopping.
Castiel cursed and started to force his hips up.
Where once he allowed me to control the pace and the depth, now he was in control. He took me, much harder than I’d been previously doing. Slamming into me so hard that I was sure that I’d be feeling it tomorrow.
But I didn’t care.
Didn’t care that I’d have bruises on my hips. Nor that I’d be walking funny for the rest of the night, let alone the following week.
All I cared about was making him come now.
Oh, and coming right along with him.
Which surprised the hell out of me.
One second it was feeling good, little sparks of my release still coursing through me, and the next I was clamping down on him so hard that I screamed.
Thank God there was music on outside, because I was fairly sure that I’d have announced exactly what we were doing in here if there hadn’t been.
I slumped forward just as Castiel’s body started to jerk, his cock jumping and flexing inside of me as he followed directly behind me.
; What felt like forever later, I opened my eyes and found my mouth inches away from his neck. I could see his pulse still jumping there, causing me to grin.
“I think that was the best experience I’ve ever had in my life,” I admitted. “Is sex always like that?”
He was quiet for a long second before he shook his head.
“No,” he confessed. “It’s never been like that for me.”
His hand was slowly moving up and down the length of my spine as he whispered the words in my ear.
I felt my heart swell at his words.
“Castiel…”
“Turner Hooch!” I heard Jubilee screech through the door. “You open this door right the fuck now, or I’ll bust it down!”
I sat up and stared at Castiel in silence.
“She found out,” he said.
“She found out,” I agreed.
He helped me stand up off of him, and I laughed quietly when I felt my legs wobble like a newborn’s.
He steadied me and then moved around me, ripping the condom off of his cock as he went.
Moments later he threw it into the toilet and flushed it, causing me to wince.
“You do realize, right, that those aren’t meant to flush?” I called to him.
He turned around and shrugged, then threw the door partially closed as he took a seat on the toilet, then tucked his still semi-hard cock inside of the rim.
Curious, I walked to him.
“You’re telling me our sex causes you to have to poop?” I asked as I lifted my dress over my breasts.
“No, I don’t have to poop,” he laughed. “But it’s incredibly hard to piss through an engorged cock, so I sat down so I didn’t make a mess.”
“Oh.” I grinned. “I was about to say.”
He rolled his eyes and came to a stop on me. “I closed the door for some privacy.”
I looked through the half-open door in surprise. “If you wanted privacy, you should’ve probably closed it all the way instead of leaving it halfway open.”
I mean, what did he think I was going to do? Discreetly look away? I wasn’t a normal person.
“I didn’t know that you were a curious little shit then, either,” he countered.
Snickering, I walked to the mirror and looked at my appearance.
“I’m not kidding, Turner! Open this door right now!”
Castiel sighed.
Then he peed a little bit.
And a little bit more.
Once. Twice. Five times.
It was the sixth little spurt of pee that had me doubling over in laughter.
“Shut up,” he grumbled, trying hard not to laugh himself. “I’m telling you, this is hard shit. You have no idea what it’s like.”
I wiped the unexpected tears from my eyes and looked down at him, still spurting little streams of pee, and leaned forward to drop a kiss onto his mouth.
“This isn’t weird at all,” he mumbled, pausing in between spurts to allow me to kiss him. “Now go away. I’m getting performance anxiety.”
“If I go, I’m going to close the door—all the way—and let Jubilee in,” I told him.
He looked me up and down as I backed away, then gestured to my face with a jerk of his chin.
“Your lipstick is smeared, and you have sex hair,” he informed me.
I turned back to the mirror and touched my hair.
He was right. There would be no fixing the hair.
I started pulling out bobby pins, not stopping until my entire mass of hair was finally free of the torturous devices.
Castiel stood up and said, “Do you have a headache from all of those?”
I thought about it.
“No,” I admitted. “At least I don’t think the headache was from those. I had one before—you know—but now it’s gone.”
“ONE!” Jubilee bellowed.
“Dear God,” Zee muttered as he threw open the door. “It’s unlocked!”
“Oh,” Jubilee said as she waltzed right in.
I looked at my smeared lipstick in the mirror, then over to Castiel that was wearing smeared lipstick as well, then slammed the door to the bathroom closed.
“I’m trying to use the facilities here!” I called out when the door started pounding again.
Castiel nudged me away from the sink with his hip, and then washed his hands. His face was the next thing to get cleaned.
“You do realize that they’ll probably know exactly what we were doing in here, right?” he asked.
I thought about that.
“It doesn’t necessarily bother me that they know,” I admitted. “Does it bother you?”
He shook his head. “No. Not really.”
“Not really?” I said. “But there is a part of you that’s bothered.”
He snatched three paper towels from the dispenser and said, “I don’t want them thinking that I took advantage of you in your vulnerable state.”
“Who is that in there with you?” Jubilee smacked the door again.
“You didn’t take advantage of me,” I informed him. “At least, I feel like you didn’t. I wanted everything that you gave me.”
His lips twitched. “Good. Because I wanted everything I gave you, too. And have for a while, if I’m being honest.”
“Is that Castiel?” Jubilee’s yell turned to a screech. “Is he in there with you? What the hell is going on? Open this door, Turner!”
“You don’t happen to have that lipstick in your pocket, do you?” he asked. “Otherwise you’re gonna have to wipe all of it off.”
I shook my head and patted where pockets would normally be. “Nope.”
He ran the backs of his fingers along my jaw, then leaned down and kissed me.
The door opened again, and this time Zee said, “You should really just check the door handle before you go to breaking and entering first.”
That was when Jubilee said, “Get away from my friend, you scoundrel!”
Castiel leaned back and said, “What did I tell you?”
I rolled my eyes. “She’s just protective.”
“She’s also right here, listening to every word that you say,” Jubilee snapped. “How could you keep this from me, Turner?”
I looked over at my best friend to reply, but it was Castiel who answered. “Because she loves you.”
Chapter 12
Mood this season: ho, ho, ho-ly shit I need a drink.
-Text from Castiel to Turner
Turner
“I’ve never been on this side of the table before,” I said to my best friend.
Jubilee, who’d taken time out of her honeymoon festivities to help me plan a funeral instead of sitting on a beach like she should be, shook her head.
“I wanted to do this in my office, and you insisted doing it here,” Jubilee said dryly.
I smiled, even though I didn’t feel like smiling, and said, “I just wanted to get the full customer experience.”
Jubilee sighed and looked up, her eyes going over my shoulder briefly as she said, “Castiel’s pretty close.”
I smiled a real smile then.
“He’s been a rock for me over the last couple of days,” I admitted.
And I didn’t know how I would’ve gotten through it all without him.
It’d been officially two days since the death of my mother.
And each of those days, when I’d slept, I’d woken up the moment that they’d pronounced her dead. Three thirty-three in the morning.
And each of those times, Castiel was there to make sure that I wasn’t alone.
I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I’d stayed at his place, even when he wasn’t home.
He’d deposited me on his couch, gave me the password to his wi-fi, and had left. Then he’d called me once every couple of hours to check to see how I was doing.
Today was the first day that I’d gone out on my own since the entire thing had gone down.<
br />
“Your dad’s not going to come?” Jubilee asked.
I shook my head. “No. I asked him if he wanted any say in what was going on, but he decided that it would be better if he stayed home. The press has been hounding him pretty hard, and we don’t want them to know where the funeral is going to be.”
Castiel walked past the door once more, and Jubilee sighed.
“Just tell him to come in here and sit down,” she mumbled.
I smiled.
“He’s not a bad guy,” I informed her.
“I know,” she said. “I’m just pissed that he got to be there for you and I didn’t.”
That was true.
“I didn’t want to ruin your wedding, Juby,” I teased.
I’d started calling her Juby a couple of hours ago despite her desire to never be called that again. At first, it was an accident but seeing her reaction to it had encouraged me to continue doing it.
“I know.” She mock glared at me. “It’s just frustrating. I wanted to be there, wedding or no wedding.”
“You also wanted the fairy tale wedding,” I pointed out. “That would’ve been ruined had I said something.”
Which was a hundred percent the truth, and she knew it.
“Yo, Cas!” Jubilee barked. “Come in here and sit down.”
Castiel stopped at the door.
“My leg hurts,” he said. “The stab wound is hurting like a bitch today.”
I frowned in concern.
“Then prop it up on the couch right there,” she pointed. “Walking on it is only going to make it hurt worse.”
She had a point.
Castiel sighed and did what she asked, sitting on the couch that was a couple of feet away from where I was sitting.
I’d spent a lot of time on that couch—napping.
It was a comfortable couch for sure.
He sighed when the pressure of standing left him, and then moved his leg so that it was propped up on the arm of the couch. His head was on the opposite arm, and he had a pillow off the back of the couch now propping up his shoulders.
“Please, get comfortable.” Jubilee rolled her eyes.
“I am, thank you.” He sighed as he settled himself farther back down into the couch.
Once I was finished watching him, I turned back to Jubilee to see her studying me.
“Ready, Freddy,” I told her.
Keep It Classy Page 10