“You looked good tonight,” I say.
“I always look good,” he says, and I feel myself letting out a disbelieving laugh. So confident in an effortless way. So different from me.
He wiggles further on top of me as I continue to stroke him. He practically purrs under my hands.
“Why am I always the one naked, huh?” he asks, his voice muffled against my shirt. “When do I get to see you?” The thought of it has metensing, and when Caleb lifts his head and our eyes meet, he asks, “What are you hiding?”
I should tell him everything, tell him the truth. Be honest, like he has been with me, but when I open my mouth to utter it, nothing comes out. My eyes screw shut, and I feel my mind beginning to spiral. He deserves better. He deserves more than me.
“Hey,” he says, touching my face gently.
My eyes flutter open, meeting desperate blue seas.
He rubs his nose against mine, and I exhale shakily.
“Caleb,” I can’t help but whisper.
Then he does something dangerous, something we can never come back from.
His lips graze mine.
My fingers dig into his back, arching my hips into his as we breathe against one another. I don’t want to let go, can’t let him go.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his words carving into the weakest part of me. I should say no, I really should, but logic doesn’t stand a chance when he looks at me like this. So, instead of answering, I grab his waist and pull him down, our lips colliding in a desperate, hungry kiss. He makes a sound of surprise and relief. It vibrates against my mouth.
I’m unraveling at the seams.
Soon, there will be nothing left of me.
Despite that, I hold him against me, letting his mouth rest against mine, breathing him in. And then something inside me snaps. I kiss him harder, deeper, my mouth moving against him in starved, desperate pulls. I tug at his lips with my teeth, devouring each sound he makes. And when I push my tongue into his mouth, he sucks on it like it’s candy, moaning and writhing against me.
His hands run through my hair, tugging on the strands as he ruts against me, our cocks meeting in a needy, frantic dance. Wanting release, needing relief. It’s been so long.
“Caleb,” I groan as I bite down on his lip and pull it between mine, sucking on it roughly before letting it go. He moans loud and unrestrained again as we kiss. Like this might be the last time we’ll ever get to touch each other, like this may never happen again. His hands clutch at me, holding on as if I may slip away.
But then he pulls away, gasping for breath. “Jesus,” he murmurs, his hips continuing to thrust against me.
The feel of him is driving me crazy. I’m not going to last. I’m going to fucking come.
And then he stares down at me, his pupils blown out, his cheeks a beautiful shade of pink.
I cling to him and beg, “Wait. Wait.”
He hesitates, blinking down at me. Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, and I shake my head, trying to keep my orgasm at bay, but he’s still pressed against me, and if I just move…if I just thrust up…
“I…if we keep doing this, I’m going to come.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“In my pants.”
He leans forward, his nose pressed against mine as he exhales.
“And that’s a problem because?” he arches his hips into mine once more, and I groan. “You worried you’re going to get a little messy, Whit?” He does it again, and I can’t help but meet his thrusts, his name a prayer on my lips, a plea.
And neither of us stops, our lips kissing and sucking, our hips rutting in a never-ending loop.