Jane Rizzoli
Casey was being the model spouse. He placed my happiness and wellbeing above his own. He would do anything that I asked him to do, if it was in his power to do.
In solidarity with me, Casey also stopped using any alcohol. He even went as far as to stop consuming coffee at home. I knew that Casey would make a stop at Boston Joe on his way home from time to time. But he never drank caffeinated beverages in my company. He ate what I choose to eat and even stuck to it when it was his turn to cook.
Objectively speaking I had nothing to complain about. Casey was doing everything exactly right to support me during the pregnancy.
"Jane, you in here? I brought you some do-" Casey began before I pulled him into the office harshly and pushed him against the door before a locking sound was heard.
"Thank God you're here." I whined.
"What's wrong? Is something wrong with the baby?" Casey asked, throwing the donuts and peanut butter to the couch before reaching his hands out to my stomach.
I couldn't help the smile that crept upon my face. Ever since I had told Casey I was pregnant, I wasn't allowed to do anything without running it past him first. It made my heart swell at just how protective Casey had become over us two. Although I didn't mind, I could get used to him bringing me drinks and snacks almost every two hours throughout the day and the foot rubs and back massages Casey gave me. My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden surge of arousal. I pushed Casey back against the door and leaned in closer. We looked at each other, Casey with a confused expression and me with a huge grin. My hands reached down and began to rub Casey's limp phallus through his slacks.
"I want you." I whispered with a toothy grin.
"Whoa, Jane. What are you doing?" Casey stilled the movement of my hands on his pants.
"I want you, Casey." I pouted as I began to kiss his neck.
"I-err-I can see, that." Casey laughed.
"I want to feel you inside of me." I purred and Casey groaned when his boxers got tighter.
"Mm, looks like someone's all hard for me." I giggled as Casey's erection poked my leg.
"J-Jane you're at work." He tried to protest.
"Everyone's on their lunch break." I smirked as I rubbed Casey up and down through his slacks.
"Bu-but anyone could walk in." Casey did his best not to give in as I teased him.
"Will you let me?" I husked.
"Fuck," Casey hissed as I slowly lowered the zipper on his slacks.
"Sit on the desk." I didn't give Casey a chance to answer as I yanked down his slacks, leaving them pooled at his feet and shoved him on the desk.
"Jane, this is-we shouldn't-" He gave up arguing when his boxers joined his pants and my nails rubbed him up and down.
"God I love watching you get hard. It's so erotic." I whispered as I began to move my hand in faster strokes, feeling Casey grow harder against me.
"Oh shit." Casey groaned as he watched my hand rub his leaking helmet.
"Mmm." I chewed my lip, watching as I moved the skin up and down.
Casey had his eyes shut tight, loving the feeling of my hand stroking him. He was so lost in the moment that he didn't feel me pull away.
Once I was content with how hard Casey was, I pulled back from him and pulled down my pants then panties and began to climb up on Casey.
