“You belong to me, too. Always.”
He nods reverently, like we’ve both made the most important promise we’ll ever make, and maybe we have.
“Now fuck me, please.”
“Fuuuck. Just when we were having a moment.”
“And now it’s time for another kind of moment.” I wiggle my ass, and Caleb smiles, kissing the mark he left, before moving further down, where I want him, need him the most. I hide my face in his pillow again as I give in to how he makes me feel. He moves down between my legs and pushes my thighs apart. My eyes fall shut as I give in to the sensation. He rains kisses down the back of my thighs, then alternates small bites with gentle licks. He’s worshipping my body; there’s no other word for it. I don’t feel self-conscious for once. I don’t think about how I look or smell or feel. I don’t wonder if I’m man enough, because the way Caleb kisses me, touches me, and sounds against me is all the validation I need. I’m enough.
When his hands spread my ass cheeks apart, it feels like time stops. I hold my breath, my heart running rampant in my chest.
“Shit,” Caleb grits. “Such a pretty fucking hole, baby.” His voice is tinged with awe, a slight tremble to it, then his warm breath fans across my pucker. My hole clenches with need. I’ve imagined him inside me so many times, ever since he tongue-fucked me. He buries his face in my crease, breathing me in, then nuzzles his nose against my hole. Everything around me disappears as I surrender to Caleb’s touch. There’s only him and nothing else. I whimper when he pulls away, chasing his touch. “So needy,” he chuckles. “Such a sweet, needy boy.” He presses a soft kiss against my pucker, then another and another. He’s right. I’m so fucking needy. My hole clenches again and again, and then I feel it, his tongue, wet and raspy as he licks around the rim, circling my hole with the tip, teasing me. I scream into the pillow as I push my ass against his face, desperate for something I don’t know the name of. Closeness feels inadequate. I just wanthimeverywhere, all at once.
“Feels good, sweetheart?” Caleb chuckles.
“Uh-huh.”
He tightens the hold on my hips, then pushes me down, before diving in again. He makes love to my hole with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth; there’s no other word for it. He opens me up, coaxing my pucker to soften for him. He laps at my hole like a famished man, and when he dips the tip of his tongue inside me, something comes undone in my chest, in my stomach, everywhere. Caleb fucks me with his tongue, and the sounds floating toward me are obscene, his noises of appreciation filthy and loud. When I’m starting to relax, he adds a slick finger, breaching me with such care it brings tears to my eyes. I have no idea where he got the lube from, but it doesn’t matter.
“This okay, baby?” he asks as he fucks me with his finger.
“Ok-ay,” I stutter. “Very okay.”
Caleb laughs again, then pushes his finger deeper inside me until he fills me completely, and I scream again. He pulls out, then adds another slick finger, pushing them in and out, scissoring me open, while he kisses the base of my spine.
“Your ass has dimples,” he hums, then licks across my tattoo. “Fucking dimples.” It sounds like he’s talking mostly to himself. I melt into the mattress as pleasure takes over, and soon I’m begging for more. “Please. Please, Caleb. More. I need… I need…”
“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you need.”
His fingers continue to stroke me from the inside. I’m fucking the sheets, finding a rhythm that matches his, and soon, sweet release closes in on me. “I’m gonna come, Caleb. I’m gonna come. I’m…”
“It’s okay. Come. Come for me, Kayden. I want you to.”
And that’s all it takes. Something ignites in my brain, in my core, in my ass, and I clench around Caleb’s fingers as I come like I’ve never come before. It feels like I’m falling into an abyss only to be pulled back again when Caleb’s fingers eventually slip from my hole. I whimper at the emptiness. It felt so good being stuffed full by his fingers, being connected to him in such an intimate way.
“Shhh,” he hushes me, then covers my body with his again, and warmth and comfort seep from his into mine. “I love the sounds you make when you come, K. They’re so beautiful, like they’re just for me.”
They are, my heart sings.Only for you.
He brushes my damp bangs out of my face. “You good, baby?”
“A-OK,” I mumble, holding up a thumb, and Caleb snorts, then kisses me.
“You ready for more?”
“Uh-huh. More, please.” He reaches for something on the nightstand, then holds out his hand, a condom in his palm.
“I get tested regularly, and I’m on PrEP. I always use protection, and I want you to feel safe, K. This is about you.”
“I always feel safe with you.”
He smiles at me, unsure. “So, what are you saying?”
I lift my hand, and it feels like dead weight, the remnants of my orgasm still numbing my body. I wrap my fingers around the condom, then take it from Caleb’s hand. “I don’t think we need it.” I reach over him and place it back on the nightstand. “I just need you.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Just you.”