I press a kiss against his chest, right above his heart. “You know we have to tell them eventually.”
“I know, but not yet. I just want you to myself a little longer.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Caleb cards his fingers through my hair in soothing movements, and I close my eyes. I wish we could stay in this bubble forever, just the two of us. I’m afraid of how Dad is going to react when we tell him. He’s always been extremely protective of me, and Caleb is his best friend, his business partner. Caleb is right. It’s probably not a good idea if he comes today, because I don’t trust myself around him either. I don’t trust my mouth or my hands. My eyes. Mom and Dad will be able to tell, I’m sure of it, and I don’t want them to know yet.
“You’re right,” I say, pushing away from his chest. “I don’t think I can be around other people with you, either, with the taste of your cum still in my mouth.” He gapes at me, then pinches my ass.
“You dirty little thing. You’re gonna be the end of me.”
“You love when I’m dirty,” I tease, pressing my ass against his palm. I love it when he gets a little rough with me and manhandles my ass.
“I do.” His eyes are filled with so much adoration and love, and if I see it, everyone else will too.
“But I need to go. Make sure to text my mom, or else she’ll call and guilt-trip you into coming.”
“I will. Come back later? Please.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Bring that pink jockstrap.” He smirks, waggling his eyebrows.
I slap his chest. “Dork.”
“I wanna spank that ass of yours and see if I can get it as pink as that jock.”
I drop my head against his chest. “Fuck! You can’t say stuff like that, then send me off to lunch with my parents.”
Laughter booms from his chest, filling the garage. “Can’t I?” He squeezes my ass harder. “Does it make you hard? Thinking of how I’ll spank you later, then peel that jock off with my teeth and fuck your hole with my tongue?”
“Caleb.”
“Will it make you come back to me faster? That image in your head while you eat your lunch like a good little boy.”
Back to me.His words settle in my chest and make a home there.Back to me.
“Maybe.”
“Good. ’Cause I’ll be missing you every second you’re away from me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Caleb
Hi, my name is Caleb, and I’m addicted to jockstraps, tan lines, and just about everything Kayden Somner.
I stare at the coffeemaker, trying to recall how it works, even though I’ve used it to make my coffee at work for the past ten years. It’s the third time this morning I blacked out in the middle of something, my mind drifting to last night when Kayden came over to my place and wore that sinful pink jock of his like I’d told him to.
I grab a mug and place it under the tap. I press the same button I press every day, then try to get my breathing and semi under control, but it’s fruitless. The second the creamy-white coffee and milk mixture pours out of the machine, I’m transported back to last night, Kayden’s pale fleshy ass cheeks stained a pretty pink from my spanking, my thick cum trailing down his crease. Fuck, he was so into it, screaming ‘more, Caleb, more’ every time my palm connected with his flesh. He was stunning, scarlet blooming like wildflowers across his smooth skin, that pink jockstrap the perfect handle for me to grab onto, making sure he didn’t scoot away from me. He’d wanted it hard. Kayden loves it hard. That’s what he yelled at me, his voice muffled, his face buried in my sheets. ‘Harder. Fucking Harder.’So I gave it to him harder, my hand cracking down on him until my palm was singing and Kayden was crying. He made such a pretty sight, his ass on fire as tears trailed down his cheeks while he smiled at me, all dazed and aroused. That’s when I tongue fucked him, while he whimpered into my sheets, bliss painted across his face. He came on my tongue almost right away, his pucker rippling around me, a deep, sated moan leaving his body.
When he came to, he begged me to fuck him for real. ‘Please, Caleb. I need your fucking dick in my ass.’I saw it then, a glimpse of that needy, bossy guy, dicKmedown, as he tried to coerce me into fucking him. It took all my strength not to when he was lying there, spread out for me.
‘Not yet,’I told him, smearing my cum into his skin.
‘But I’m ready. I’mready now.’
But I’m not,I wanted to say.I’m not ready yet. Because I’ve never fucked someone I’ve loved before. Because I’ve never been in love before. Not until you.