So fucking long, but of course, I’m doing it with him.
Seems I can’t help but consume all of him with what little time we have left.
My lips part wider, and I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, until he’s in the back of my throat.
The sounds he’s making exceed anything I’ve ever heard.
It encourages me to suck harder, taking more of him.
My head bobs, and Caleb is cursing, swearing, begging. His hands grasp for purchase on anything and land on the headboard, his hips thrusting up as I continue to take him.
“Whit! Oh fuck! What the fuck!”
I pull off, my lips lingering on the tip of him, our eyes meeting.
“Such a good boy for me,” I murmur, my voice slightly hoarse, and Caleb’s eyes widen before I take him once more.
“Oh, motherfuck,” he groans as my throat works around him.
One of my free hands wraps around his wet cock, the other tugging on his balls. And when a finger drifts to his hole, circling that tight opening, Caleb cries out, and his cum fills my mouth. There’s a rush of it, and I swallow it down, some dripping down my chin, making a mess. But for some reason, it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.
I like it a lot, actually. My hand slips from him and drags down my dick, getting myself off as I hold him in my mouth.
My orgasm comes in a rush, with a grunt, and I feel my release fill my boxers.
When I pull off, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stare down at him. He’s still trembling, coming down from the high of it, the aftershocks still rattling his body.
“I take it you enjoyed that,” I ask.
“Oh, fuck off, you smug bastard,” he says and then pulls me down for a long kiss.
When we come up for air, he asks, “How am I ever going to come back from this?”
The reality of my situation hits me, knocking the air from my chest.
Caleb must see the agony on my face, and he shrugs. “You do realize that I’m going to be begging you for those more often, right?”
“I don’t mind. I enjoyed it. A little too much.” I sit up and then slide off him. “Give me a minute.”
“Wait, did you just…”
I peer back at him as I grab a change of clothes.
He groans as I move into the bathroom, cleaning myself up, washing my hands and face, and changing my clothes.
When I return, Caleb is waiting for me, his cock still out, an arm thrown over his face.
I tuck myself into him, and he nuzzles his face into my hair.
“You’ll have to teach me how to do that so I can reciprocate. Not that you needed it tonight.”
My hand runs over his chest. “You never need to reciprocate unless you want to, but it will be perfect if you do. I’m sure of it.”
“We leave in thirty minutes,” Magnus says, adjusting his bow tie in the mirror.
I watch him for a minute and then disappear into the bathroom. Oh, how my tastes have changed in the last month.
I glance in the mirror and grip the countertop as visions of Caleb writhing beneath me surface. Of him panting, begging, his lips on mine, his tongue plundering my mouth, those muscles flexing beneath my hands. So many muscles.