What You Do To Me

Chapter 29: Maxwell's POV

Warning, light smut (and also, I'm not a smut writer so please don't judge me!)

I slowly open my eyes and take in my surroundings.

Golden morning light filters in through my bedroom window and my bronze skin is probably glowing right now. Casey would lose his shit if he saw me right now.

Speaking of Casey.

I notice his arm wrapped around my waist and I notice the curve of his body as he holds me against him. I notice his light muscles and toned abs, and I notice his impressive morning wood.

I don't know when or why we decided he would sleep over again, but I wish I could wake up like this every day.

I roll a bit and instantly feel his grip tighten, like a seatbelt. He pulls me against his body, and I go still.

"Five more minutes." He begs and I smile.

"Casey baby, come on I'm hungry." I say.

"You can eat in five minutes." He replies.

"But it won't be five minutes. Five will turn into ten, ten will turn into twenty, and before we know it, we haven't gotten out of bed all morning." I say what I believe to be reasonably.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" He asks and my eyes widen.

Damn, he's got me.

He takes note of my silence. "Glad it's decided then." He says and I can hear a smirk in his voice.

"But I wanted to go for a run!" I whine and I'm almost certain he smirks.

"I can test your endurance if you want." He murmurs in my ear and I notice 2 things. 1st, how close his morning wood is to my entrance and 2nd, how close his hand is to my own morning wood.

"C-Casey." I whimper and he groans in my ear.

"You're going to tell me no." He states it like a fact, which it was. "You're going to whimper my name all pretty and get me all worked up and then tell me that I still can't have you completely?"

"You already have me completely, I'm all yours. And you worked yourself up." I point out reasonably.

"Then why do you keep denying me this? Do you not want it? Because if you don't, say something. I'll back off."

"No!" I growl instantly and he stiffens. "No don't stop. I do want to, but not right now. Eventually I promise, I'll be yours to take."

"I like it when you take the top, you're adorable." He says dreamily as a lazy finger works its way up my hard-on through my boxers.

"C-Casey." I warn but his finger doesn't stop.

"Yes Max?" He asks, like he's doing nothing wrong.

"P-please..." I whimper and his hand freezes.

"I told you I could make you beg." He says and I hear another smirk in his voice, but his hand moves back to my waist.

He sighs.

"Fine, go for your run." He relents and moves his hand from my waist. But he sets it back and grips. "But we will be showering together."

I nod instantly. "Yes sir."

He moans. "Fuck you're so hot, I can't believe I'm letting you go right now."

I nod and bolt out of the bed before he can change his mind. He whines softly at the loss of contact but doesn't move. His eyes are still closed.