I swallow and attempt to open up a little more. “I’ve never done that before.”
“That so? Must make me pretty special,” he teases, but I stop him with a fierce kiss.
We lose ourselves in it, tongues tangling, hands exploring.
“When I saw you with no shirt for the first time, I jacked off in the bathroom immediately after.”
“Whit,” he groans.
“I’ve never seen anyone like you. You’re so…big. I’ve never been with anyone like you.”
He flexes, and my fingers bump down the ridges his muscles.
“God, you’re sexy,” I mutter, unable to keep the lust from my voice.
Caleb pulls me into him, grinding our hips against each other.
“Tell me more,” he begs.
Our lips meet for a long, hungry kiss, and then I add, “Jacking you off is…”
“Tell me,” he pleads as I reach down and pull his cock from its confines.
“It’s heaven, Caleb. Watching you…” I exhale shakily. “The things you do to me.”
As I grip him, stroking him, he groans loudly.
“I dream of fucking you,” I add, and I feel his whole body tremble at my admission. “I’d make it so good for you.”
As I move my hand over his cock, he reaches for my own.
“Please,” he begs, his fingers fumbling with my zipper. “I want to.”
I shouldn’t let him. I know I shouldn’t. Letting him close will make everything complicated. I spent years keeping everything nice and tidy.
But I don’t stop him.
His hands are shaking as he reaches for me, as if he’s afraid I’m going to change my mind.
But fuck, doesn’t he know? I’m not going anywhere.
Not yet.
He brushes against the waistband of my pants, hesitating slightly,but then he’s moving. The button flicks open, and the zipper falls open quickly. And then he’s pulling the waistband of my boxers over my engorged cock.
Caleb stares at it.
I stare at him as he looks at it.
And then his thumb presses against the precum lingering on the tip, and my entire throat rattles. Fuck, the way he feels.
Always so fucking good.
“Tell me what to do,” he says, his finger dragging up the underside of my dick.
“Whatever you do will be… God,” I moan, my voice trailing off when he wraps his fingers around me and strokes. “Yes. Harder.”
He feels like heaven, the way he holds me. Rough. Just right.