"You okay?", I hear his voice and it makes me jump, almost dropping the box of waffles in my hand.
"Shit, sorry I didn't mean to scare you", Cappie smiles at me, walking over to me in the kitchen.
He's wearing boxers and a tight long sleeve top I'm sure he'd just put on to come out here. Even in the dark I could see the way it hugged his muscles.
"It's okay", I laugh. "I'm just having my second dinner. Did I wake you up?"
"Yeah I can see that", Cappie looks at me getting out two toaster waffles out of the package and I give him a look. "And don't worry, I was already up".
"Want one?", I gesture to the waffles.
"Sure", he smiles, leaning up against the counter next to me.
I was still winning our bet right now and I only had two nights to go. Sure, this last week had been much less fun than the night when moved in. But once Cappie's bed came over the next day I really had no excuse, I had to be responsible, had to prove Cappie wrong.
We stand in the dim light of the toaster oven, leaning against the counter together. Me in my white lace nightgown, him in his boxers and shirt.
"So waffles are your new obsession then?", He smirks at me and I give him a look.
I had had them every day for the past week and he's noticed. They were my new late night snack. Well in this case, middle of the night snack since it was currently 2am.
"Yep the baby really likes them", I grin and speak matter of fact. "But only if they have chocolate sauce and whipped cream on them".
He laughs then.
"I'm more of a simple syrup kind of guy but I'll have to try your concoction for myself to make a judgement".
The glint in his eye makes my stomach turn in anticipation.
No Casey, I scold myself. No more having sex with him whenever you want and then ending up in your bed together, you told yourself you were going to have some ground rules.
"I think they're almost ready", I blurt out and break our eye contact, pulling out two plates from the cupboard. I lean up on my tippy toes to get them causing my nightgown to ride up and I can feel my panties showing underneath.
When I turn around I can tell Cappie's gaze was on me.
I open the toaster oven then, getting the waffles out with a pair of tongs, one onto each plate.
I open another cupboard to get the chocolate sauce and put it on the counter. Cappie opens the fridge to get the whipped cream out, the fridge light letting us see each other even better. We had two of the baby's 3D ultrasound photos on the outside of the fridge door held on by magnets.
"Thanks", I grab the whipped cream from his hand and our fingers touch for a moment. I look down at his silver ring adorned hand.
Dammit, I didn't want to be thinking about where I wanted his fingers right now.
"No problem".
I shake the chocolate sauce and go to drizzle some on the waffles when it suddenly spurts out and lands back on me. On my wrist, my neck, my chest.
"Crap", I can't help but laugh and Cappie joins in of course, finding this ever amusing to him.
"Did you mean to do that?", He jokes with me.
"No obviously not", I shake my head with a laugh, frustrated.
I wasn't thinking, his eyes on me, the fact that it was the middle of the night, and the thought of what I wanted his fingers to be doing to me was making me act like a complete klutz in the kitchen right now.
"Here, here's a paper towel", He takes my wrist in his hand and wipes off the sticky liquid, and I look up at him while he carefully wipes it off. Finally he realizes my eyes are on him and he meets my own, his hand stopping what's it's doing, letting my wrist fall free.
We stare at each other then, this moment charged with electricity. Each one of us not knowing what the other is going to do first.
He reaches out to bring my mid length blonde hair behind my ear, moving it out of the way of my neck. Then he leans in to lick the chocolate sauce off from where it splattered on my neck.
Just the sensation of his tongue on my body brings shivers down my spine.
I try my best not to let a moan escape my mouth, but my efforts fail me and I can tell Cappie knows.
He meets my eyes again to lick his lips and I can't help the way I smirk.
"You were right, I think I have to approve of the chocolate sauce Case", He says
I can't help but laugh slightly then.
"Yeah?", I say, making my eyes big, hoping to entice him for more. "You think?"
"Well… I might need one more taste just to be sure", He grins and I can't help the red that takes over my face as he lifts me up onto the counter so that he can reach my cleavage with his tongue. Our height difference obvious especially when I was barefoot like this.
His tongue travels down my chest and I take off one strap of my nightgown, letting it fall to the side so he can continue to kiss further down even where the chocolate sauce wasn't.
"What about the whipped cream? That's the best part", I give him a look, a grin on my face as I grab it from beside me on the counter, spraying it onto my tongue to which Cappie doesn't waste any time in moving up from my chest to my mouth.
He takes my tongue into his mouth, kissing me urgently, the whipped cream light and sweet in both our mouths.
"Yum", I say with a laugh when we pull away, still holding the whipped cream bottle in my hands.
"So is this what you had in mind for a late night snack?", Cappie gives me a mischievous grin.
"No", I say but I'm nodding my head. It was kind of our thing. Just like I'd done when I'd played pool with him at Lite N Easy at the beginning of junior year. I knew that he'd be there and I was so hurt by Evan after he'd cheated on me, but also slightly relieved. Because it meant that I could have a night off from the pressure that Franny put me under. Have a night off to hookup with Cappie again, finally.
And now here we were just over two years later and nothing had changed. I still wanted him.
He gives me a devilish smile then, understanding what I'm doing by nodding and he pulls my face back into his for a kiss, his teeth finding my bottom lip making me squeal slightly. And I'm just thanking whatever god there was or wasn't that he was awake. Because this was exactly what I'd needed.
He picks me up then off the kitchen counter, hand under my ass as he brings me over to the couch. He sits down, me on top, straddling him, still holding the whipped cream in my hands.
I spray more down my neck, down my breasts, even getting it on my nightgown. At least it was already white, and would wash off. Not that I was really giving a damn about that right now.
He gives me a smirk before diving in to lick it off of me as I moan.
"I don't know Cap…", I breathe in sharply. "This is kind of violating the staying in our own beds thing".
"No it's not", He gives me a cheshire cat smile before pulling down the straps on my nightgown. "I'm not in your bed am I? We're on the couch".
"Logistics", I laugh and Cappie just shrugs and goes back to kissing and licking down my neck.
"You say logistics, I say loophole", he mumbles against my skin.
I can't even care enough to stop this because it feels way too good.
I take his hand and guide it down to my panties, letting his large hand slide into them.
"Feel", I say with a slightly embarrassed smirk, letting him see how wet this had all made me. How easy it was to turn me on these days even when I had sworn I was going to be good since moving in here.
"Mmm", Cappie grins, biting his lower lip. "Well I guess we're just gonna have to do something about that, aren't we?"
He gives me a playful look, his eyes shining even in the darkness as his lips crash into mine again.
He pulls off my white panties quickly, getting them down my legs, then off my feet and throwing them to the side of the couch.
I pull at his own top, getting it off, finally letting his chest free.
He pulls my face in to kiss me again, the kisses urgent and hard, making me hungry for more than just kisses. I feel that pressure rising below and I can't help but take my hand there, going underneath my sheer nightgown to rub slow circles against myself with my fingers. I moan through our kisses until Cappie realizes where my hand is.
"Is this what you've been doing the past few nights without me?", He laughs slightly, in a whisper, gesturing to the way my fingers move back and forth against my most private of places.
"Maybe…", I laugh, not meeting his eyes, feeling vulnerable. He takes my jaw in his hands gently and brings it up so I'm forced to look at him. Our eyes meet each other causing my heart to pound in my chest.
"You could let me do it", He shrugs slightly, speaking in a low tone, his smirk never leaving his face. "The way I see it it's one of my duties as your baby daddy".
I laugh at that statement causing his grin to grow further onto his face, dimples showing on his cheeks.
"Oh yeah?", I say, trying to make my voice as low as his, as sexed up as his, although I'm not sure if it's working or not. I hope it is.
If I was being honest, taking care of myself when the mood struck was nothing compared to what it was like being with Cappie. The intimacy, the things it seemed only he knew how to bring out of me, the fact that if I used a single small finger of mine it paled in comparison to what he he could do.
"Move your hand and I'll show you", He says like it's an order, like he's daring me to.
So of course I do as he says, bringing my eyes to his as his hand takes the place of mine. He's doing exactly what I was doing, but it's somehow much hotter.
He brings his eyes back up to look at mine while continuing to work his hand on me and I just about lose it. The intimacy of this, the way he's taken charge, the traces of whipped cream and his saliva still leaving my whole collarbone and chest glistening wet.
I move my body against his, moaning with pleasure, him doing the things that I could do to myself but somehow much better. Resting between his two legs I can feel him hard against my thigh, showing me that I already know how this is going to end. With him buried deep inside me again.
And I can't help the way my body aches in anticipation for that.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck so I can move against him better as I feel his fingers slip into me easily. They filled me up much better than my own.
"Ugh, god", I breathe in, every nerve ending in my body feeling on edge, and I'm just hoping I can last long enough to do more things with him because now that we'd started I didn't want to stop. "That feels so good".
"Good".
His one hand is working it's magic while the other one is on my cheek, pulling my face into his to kiss me, me moaning against his lips.
He takes both his hands away for a moment only just to take my nightgown from the bottom hem near my mid thighs and he brings it up over my head, throwing it off to the side of us.
Thank god, it's only a few seconds before his hand finds its place again, playing with me, his other hand now on my waist. His lips working my nipple, seeking out the last bits of whipped cream that had dripped down there as I throw my head back in pleasure.
I grind against his hand, my breathing staggered, trying to keep myself from going over the edge. But it had been a while, and I already knew I wasn't going to make it considering how insanely turned on I was when we started. But I didn't even care right now that I was probably going to come with his fingers inside me, I felt ravenous and I knew I would probably be well up for more after this.
I can feel him snickering in amusement against my breast as he starts to feel me begin to pulse on his fingers, contracting involuntarily.
"I'm gonna...", I let out in a hurried breath, his mouth coming up to meet mine then to use his lips for something other than sucking whipped cream off my body.
When he pulls back from kissing me, my lips are open wide, the pulsing between my legs keeping me from being able to kiss back properly.
He looks at me with a smirk as he brushes his hand through my hair.
"Do it, let go", He whispers against my cheek, hearing his voice in my one ear. And it's like permission from him is all I need because not a second later and I'm writhing in his arms.
I don't even feel in control of what I'm saying or what sounds I'm making. From what I can tell it's a mixture of high pitched whimpers and swear words.
I don't swear ever in my daily life but somehow you get me and Cappie together in a bedroom, or, if tonight is any evidence, really get us anywhere alone, and suddenly I lose all sense of speech.
Through uneven breathes, I finally open my eyes again to see his bright blue ones staring back at me in contempt. It would annoy the hell out of me if he hadn't just made me feel the way he did.
"Good girl", he moves stray hairs off of my face gently and keeps his lips pursed, completely amused by me getting off so quickly.
"That doesn't usually happen that fast", I put my hands over my face, embarrassed slightly.
"It's okay", He laughs. "If I'm being honest I just about came in my boxers feeling you on my fingers".
He gives me a look then and my eyes narrow watching him grin as I let out a scoff.
"It's been a whole week", He says with a laugh.
"Which means…", I lean into him, speaking closely against his lips. "I'm still good to go for more".
"Really?", He says jokingly, a grin taking shape on his face. His hands are on my lower back, pulling me into him, still straddling him.
"Mmm hmm", I grin, taking my hands and feeling him through his boxers, wanting to get them off as soon as possible.
As if reading my mind, Cappie pulls them down and I grin in anticipation.
I take him in my hands then and move myself onto him, each inch feeling better than the last but I want to savour this so I move slowly, teasing him in the process. I can see the frustration on his face, wanting to do this much faster than I'm letting him. For some reason I like seeing him like this, since he usually had the upper hand in teasing me.
Finally we both sigh out in relief, feeling each other fully. The feeling of him being completely inside me makes me let out an involuntary shudder as I feel myself contract already. And if I wasn't already still wet, I definitely was now.
I can tell Cappie feels what I feel because I hear a low guttural moan come from his throat when he's finally fully in.
"Fuck Casey, you feel so good", He lets out with a bite of his lower lip, looking at me like he could just devour me in this moment. Throw me down on the couch and drive into me as hard as he could possibly want for as long as he could possibly want. But obviously he doesn't do that. Although maybe he would if we didn't have the baby to think about. Nonetheless, he just enjoys sharing this moment with me, our eyes not leaving each other.
I barely even feel like there are words to speak right now, the way we're looking at each other does the talking. The intense tingling down there making my body move back and forth with him deep within me. It's all I can take to not let out a scream but I try to behave myself as it's 2:30 in the morning now.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god", I move my body back and forth in a rhythm like waves crashing onto the shore and back. I can't help the way the same phrase comes out of my mouth over and over again.
"What did you say? It sounded like oh my god, but I could be wrong?", Cappie makes fun of me and I hit him on the arm.
He retaliates by pushing up into me hurriedly, his hands on my sides to steady me as he quickly, and much more hungrily than I had, moves in and out of me.
"Oh my fucking god!", I let out without thinking and then put my hand over my mouth, looking at him scared.
"Hey at least you threw a 'fucking' into that one. Switched it up a bit'", He jokes.
"Fuck Cap… I hope no one heard that", I groan but my worries don't stop him from moving in and out of me at a pace that's currently driving me too crazy to care if I've woken up Rusty and Dale. I'd make up some excuse as to why I was yelling at 2:30 in the morning other than Cappie drilling into me on the couch that they would likely sit on when visiting.
"Don't think about that right now", He pulls out of me and then uses his fingers and my wetness to massage me again down there. I close my eyes in pleasure, feeling what feels like a fire burning up in me. "Just think about you and me".
It's like he has me hypnotized.
"Okay", I nod up and down like my life depends on it, because if he doesn't find his way back inside me, it truly feels like it does.
Even though my eyes are only half open in pleasure, I pull at him, trying to pull him back towards me.
"Use your words", he laughs and I groan at him teasing me.
"I want you inside me right now", I whine.
"What's that?"
"I need you inside me!", I finally let out.
"Okay, okay. No need to shout", He enjoys messing with me, and my eyes meet his in a glare.
A glare that lasts all of two seconds because as soon as he enters me again I'm back into pure bliss territory and riding him out to my heart's desire.
"Better?", he asks, amused.
I nod up and down with a moan, refusing to even speak right now.
He kisses at my neck in what almost feels like bites and I half want to tell him to stop, tell him that I don't feel like explaining to our friends why I, a single girl living with the father of her child in a very respectable and professional manner, has hickeys down her neck. But him biting and sucking there combined with him hitting a certain spot inside of me right now is making it unable for me to barely form a thought, let alone a sentence.
I moan as I pulse around him.
"Fuck… I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep squeezing me into you like that Casey", he practically growls against my neck.
"I wasn't…. aware that I was", is all I can get out between whimpers.
Even pregnant, I loved moving my body like this. Sure I didn't feel even close to as sexy or as active as I once had when we'd done this before I got pregnant, but I was still only around 29 weeks, I wasn't a complete whale yet. And luckily the rest of my body was pretty much the same. Not to mention it's not like Cappie seemed to care.
"I'm gonna…", I nod up and down, increasing my movements. I instinctively run my hand down my body my hand looking to find its place against the spot that would help me along but am surprised to find that Cappie is already there.
I open my eyes when I feel my hand on his to see him smiling sinfully, knowingly, as I scoff but don't question it. Instead letting myself smile and move more intently, letting Cappie do the work.
"Fuck Case, I'm gonna come inside you if I don't pull o-", He speaks in a low growly voice against my chest, warning me, but I meet his eyes and cut his sentence off.
"Then come inside me", I say plainly, my voice breathy. He looks back at me, surprised.
I feel him get even harder inside me if that's even possible.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, I want you to", I say, nodding, looking at him with serious eyes and I feel like I'm begging and I guess I kind of am for some reason because I do suddenly want him to. He scans over my body up to my face to make sure I'm serious before smirking and picking up his pace again.
Finally my whimpering becomes too much to bear and I feel myself going crazy with contractions down there, a low squeal coming out somewhere from the back of my throat as I ride it out. Simultaneously, I feel him release within me, a deep moan from within him rattling against me as he lets it out along with a curse word. And even though I'm sure this must've happened before since I'm obviously pregnant, I don't remember it very well. So this felt new to me, new and interesting. Interesting to me that I liked it so much, feeling completely full of him at this moment, intense warmth from inside me radiating throughout my body, contractions like waves hitting me and making me squeeze around him like I'm milking out whatever's left.
"Wow…", He lets out a deep sigh, his face looking entranced when he meets my eyes, his gaze serious, like this moment is going to be completely etched in his mind forever.
"Yeah…", I smile and let out a nervous laugh, his gaze scaring me slightly. Because he was looking at me like he was in love with me and if there was anything that I thought this night wasn't about it was that.
It was two people who thoroughly knew and enjoyed each others bodies getting through the boredom of insomnia together in a very… inventive way.
Not him falling in love.
He seems to come back to reality then, his gaze serious on me.
"Sorry… are you okay that I did that?", He says quietly, putting his hand on my leg as I stay in his arms on his lap. He looks unsure, probably reading my worried body language.
Yes, I'm happy you did that. No, I'm not happy that the way you're looking at me right now is scaring me to death.
"No it's fine, really, I wanted you to", I assure him, my hand on his cheek, my thumb stroking against his stubble. "I've never done that before".
I smile at him.
"Me neither", he shakes his head and I see a rare moment of Cappie vulnerability in the blush he appears to be sporting. "I guess we've got to take advantage of being able to do that while we can".
I laugh against him with an awkward nod.
"The only thing is….", I look down at us, even in the dark, seeing the glistening beads of sweat on both our bodies. I see us still joined and then look up at him, not sure how to finish my sentence. I guess I didn't really know the protocol for this.
All I knew was that this was a brand new couch.
He reads my mind then, wrapping his arm around my back, moving us up slightly, sitting up onto the edge of the couch while holding me in his hands. Then he grabs his shirt from behind him.
"This is a really old shirt", He shrugs and helps me move off of him, my hands resting on either one of his broad shoulders.
As we pull apart from each other, Cappie pulls his boxers back on and then uses his shirt to wipe the mixture of our liquids oozing out of me. The feeling of him wiping against my still sensitive nub makes my legs shake against him to which he scoffs with a grin.
I appreciate the way he's cleaning me up right now though, the new experience of this with him stirring up something in my stomach. Butterflies maybe? I knew it wasn't the baby, her movements at this point were more like jabs or swishing than nervous butterflies.
Why are you feeling butterflies Casey? I reprimand myself.
"There, I think you're good now", Cappie gives me a slight laugh, nodding and looking up at me still in his lap.
"Thanks Cap", I smile and move my hair out of my face.
"Yeah", he blushes. "No problem".
I yawn then, this whole thing, while really fun, made me pretty tired.
"You wanna go to bed now?", He looks at me charmingly, smile against his lips, finding it amusing that I'm so tired after what we just did. "You look sleepy".
"Yeah", I nod and yawn again, grabbing my nightgown from beside him and pulling it back over my head as he helps me get it into place on my body. Then I slump down beside him on the couch, feeling too drowsy to move right now.
He looks to me unsure for a moment but then scoops me up in his arms. At first a little surprised, I open my eyes to look at him but then let myself relax against him, feeling like jelly in his arms, my whole body tired.
He lays me down gently on my bed where the covers are already pulled back and I cozy into my bed again, eyes half open.
I barely notice when he walks away from me, going towards the door.
"Goodnight Case", He says quietly and I open my eyes fully then, realizing that he's leaving me.
He turns to leave but I do my best to prop myself up onto my elbows.
"Wait!", I let out.
He turns around, looking at me, gaze serious now, and a little surprised.
"Don't go", I say half as a question and half as a demand.
I look at him with worried eyes then. I don't know why, but I feel like if he goes back to his room right now I'm gonna cry.
He takes in the expression on my face and simply nods.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes", I nod up and down and throw the decorative pillows and my teddy bear that's on his side of the bed off so he can come get into bed with me.
I see a semblance of a smile on his face then, which makes its way into a smirk. His look knowing that ultimately he's won by making his way into my bed just shy of a week after I'd professed that this wouldn't happen again.
And to think 2 more nights and I would've won.
I sigh in response to his smirk but care more about having him in my bed right now then I do some stupid bet.
"I'll be kicking myself tomorrow", I groan slightly. "But tonight… it's you and me".
He lifts back the covers to get in beside me.
I look over at him to… I don't know what exactly. Get his approval? Feel him mock me? See him grin his Cappie smirk?
But all I'm met with is a soft smile as he touches my stomach lightly.
"Okay. You and me", He says quietly and I turn so I'm facing him, getting comfortable against his chest as his arm loops around me. He looks content, closing his eyes while I try to keep myself awake long enough to keep looking up at him, not wanting to miss the way I felt about him right now.
And at least if his eyes were closed I could make sure that he couldn't see the unrelenting smile on my lips.