“Good boy,” I say, and he moans at my praise. I slide my jeans down my ass and my thighs, pulling my briefs with them, then step out of them. I’m as naked as Kayden now. My cock stands out from my body, long and hard. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. Kayden takes a step forward, then another, until we almost touch. Heat emanates from his body. He searches my face, then brushes his fingers through my chest hair. I suck in a breath as warmth pools in my stomach and surges through my body.
Kayden frowns, like he wants to say something.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
He continues to weave his fingers through my chest hair. There’s a wondrous tone to his voice when he finally speaks. “Something made me want to trust you instantly that day we first met.” His words confuse me at first. “Like you would never hurt me. I felt it so deep inside, like my instinct telling me I was safe with you.”
“Youaresafe with me. Always.”
He smiles wistfully. “I know that, but I didn’t know it was you, and still, I felt safe. Maybe… maybe it was that unpretentious photo standing out amongst those stilted, artificial ones. Maybe it was your chest hair, the way you so boldly owned that part of yourself. Maybe it was that slight blur to the photo, like you were shaking when you took it.”
“I was,” I admit, because now I know what he’s talking about. “I was really nervous, and I didn’t understand why.”
“I was nervous, too, but you made me feel at ease.”
“You made me feel at ease, too. Like, there wasn’t anything I could say or do that would be wrong.”
“You couldn’t. Youcan’t.” He looks up from my chest, his palm resting against my heart. “Now take me to bed, Caleb, and make love to me.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kayden
Caleb weaves his fingers through mine and leads me to his bed. My stomach flutters with anticipation. I’m going to have sex for the first time, with Caleb. He sits down on the bed and pulls me with him so I’m straddling his lap. A hiss falls from his lips when my stomach brushes up against his cock, and his eyes fall shut on a deep moan.
“Shit, baby. This is gonna be over before we even start.” He chuckles all low and rumbly, just the way I like it. I lock my arms around his neck, then kiss him slowly, lazily. He kisses me back, his scruff chafing my chin, pouring more gasoline on the fire already roaring inside me. A heaviness builds in my core, a pulsing sensation that feels like waves of want coursing through my body, subtle at first, then slowly building, building, building. I want him inside me so much. I want himto comeinside me.
I pull away, panting, and he slowly blinks his eyes open like he was far away, heat swimming in the gray. He cups my cheeks, and something flashes through his eyes, his voice solemn when he speaks. “Promise me you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like. If it doesn’t feel good or if I… If I touch you in places you don’t want to be touched. I know your front hole is off limits.” I nod. “Good, but tell me, okay? I want this to feel good, okay, sweetheart?”
“I promise.” My heart swells with happiness. Caleb is such a careful lover, making me feel safe and important. “I’ll tell you if there’s something I don’t like.”
“Good boy.” He gives me a quick, hard kiss, then pats the bed next to him. “Now get on your stomach, baby, and let me take a good look at that ass.”
“Yes, Mr. BigOnBacks,” I laugh, then slide off his lap and crawl across the bed, swaying my hips.
“Brat,” Caleb grits, then smacks my ass cheek lightly. I wiggle my butt at him, thebratmoving through my body, intermingling with thegood boy,making me feel all floaty. I love how Caleb sees all of me: my need to begood for him while still teasing him, trying to rile him up. Both are sides of me, the good boy, Caleb’s sweetheart, and the brat, dicKmedown, and with Caleb I feel safe to be both.
I lie down on my stomach, burying my face in Caleb’s pillow, my skin prickling with excitement. I feel Caleb’s warm presence next to me, then on top of me as he covers my entire body with his. For once, my head is empty; no intrusive thoughts threatening to spin me out of control. Caleb and his love for me have silenced them all. He kisses the spot underneath my earlobe tenderly, his lips lingering above my skin, his breath hot and ticklish, before he licks down my neck, humming. My body awakens where I feel his lips, his tongue, his scruff. I bury my fingers in the sheets, fisting them, as pleasure surges through me.
“I love you,” he murmurs as he makes his way down my body, across my shoulder blades, and along my ribs, the edge of my scars, and my obliques. It’s like he’s mapping out my body, paying careful attention to every little part of me, like he wants to remember this moment always, just like I know I will. “I love you so much, Kayden. I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”
You already do. You always do. You make me feel like a man, like a real fucking man loved by another man.
I moan into the pillow, my fingers digging deeper into the sheets, twisting them, as Caleb trails kisses down my hip and along my ass cheek. He licks across my skin, his tongue raspy and determined. When he reaches the fleshy part of my butt, he sucks on my skin. I push my ass upwards to meet him, savoring the slight edge of pain as he tugs at my skin with his teeth. I scream into the pillow, imagining the marks he’s going to leave and how good they’ll look when I wear a jock. The marks will light up against my pale skin, bright love bites to remind me how much Caleb loves me. I’ll be sad once they fade, but he’ll just have to spend an obscene amount of time with my ass, making new ones again and again.
“Fuck, baby,” Caleb growls, nipping at the patch of skin. “I just love your fucking ass, K.” He grabs the meaty part with his hand, digging his fingers into my skin, squeezing possessively, pulling a needy moan from my throat. I turn my head sideways, gasping for my next breath.
“I love your hands on me, your mouth. I love the marks you leave behind.”
“Yeah?” He blows on my skin, then brushes his fingers along the bruise he just made, and pleasure-pain shoots through my body before it fades into a sweet, lingering hum.
“Yes. Makes me feel like yours.”
“Youaremine.” Caleb’s voice dips an octave, a possessive edge to it, as his hand kneads my butt. “I’ve never believed in ownership, Kayden, at least not when it comes to people.” He chuckles, his breath wafting across my skin. “I’m not the possessive type, at least I didn’t think I was, but you bring it out in me, it seems.”
“You bring it out in me, too.” Our eyes lock onto each other. “Say I belong to you, Caleb.”
“You belong to me.”