“You sneaky bastard,” he says, flexing, showing off his abs. I wet my lips, feeling myself folding like the cheap chair I know I’ve become. “Yousocan’t resist me now.”
I huff and glance away before my gaze is drawn right back to him. A fucking vision.
Mine.
“Come on, Whit. Fuck me. It’s your dream come true. Me in my hat and nothing else.”
I let out a shaky exhale, and before I can talk myself out of it, I stalk toward him.
“Fine, but you’re riding me this time. That way, you can control it. Go as slow as you want.”
Nothing about him moves slowly once I’ve given him this option. When I’m within reach, he grabs on to me and tosses me onto the bed. Then he’s crawling on top of me. My cock is already hard, and his hand wraps around it, pumping it a few times.
“Prep first,” I say, and Caleb simply leans over and grabs the lube, squirting some onto my cock, slicking up the length. I move to putsome on my fingers, to work him open, but he has other plans. He shifts forward slightly, grabs my cock, places it at his hole, and slams down onto it.
“Slow,” I hiss, gripping his hips, trying to get him to still. But he’s not into it. He wants it rough.
“Fuck slow,” he mutters as he lifts his hips and slams back down on me.
I groan loudly as he rides me, his thighs bunching as he fucks down on my cock.
Fast. Furious. Like this is what he was made for.
I can’t believe this is only his second time, and he’s doing it like this. Good fuck. He’s going to be the death of me. And that hat. The way he looks wearing it and nothing else.
I’m not going to last.
“Like seeing you under me,” he moans, and I reach up and grab his cock, stroking it in time with each of his frantic falls onto me. “Can’t get enough. Need to do this. All. The. Time,” he gasps as I thrust my hips and tunnel up into his tight channel.
“Oh shit. Shit,” he groans as he grabs onto the headboard with his good hand and pounds down on me.
And then he’s coming, his ass clenching around my cock. The feel of it, the sight of him, his cum hitting my chest has my own release barreling through me. And still, he doesn’t stop, just keeps bouncing on me until it almost hurts.
“Stop. Stop,” I beg, and Caleb whines, but does as I ask, flopping onto me nearly breathless.
“You did not go slow,” I chastise, massaging his ass cheeks reverently. This ass. I’m obsessed with it.
“Like you were going slow either,” he mutters. “At the end, you were pounding into me like your life depended on it.”
I tug on his hair gently.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Nah, felt good. Want to do it again. Give me a few hours.”
My fingers grab his chin, and I tilt his head up so he can see how serious I am.
“No. No more. You need to heal.”
“I have an amazing hole. It’s been blessed. No need to heal.”
My eyebrows bunch, and my lips curl up.
“You, Caleb, are absolutely ridiculous.”
“Nah. I’m perfect, remember? Plus, I have the hat. You’re a sucker for it.”
“It was a very nice touch. I admit that.”