Chapter 11 Caleb #2
“I’ve been hard since you said you’d kiss me,” I admit. “I can’t stop thinking about you pressing me against the door… kissing me like you own me.”
“I would. You’d feel it in every kiss. Every time I touched you, you’d know who you belonged to in that moment. What else do you want? My mouth? My cock? My ass?”
My hips thrust into my fist, and I let out a loud moan. He’s asking me what I want, and I don’t want to hold back. “Your cock in me. Want you to fuck me.”
It’s Nash’s turn to let out a groan on the other end of the line.
“Mmm, yes. I want to be on top of you,” Nash continues, breath ragged. “Want to watch your face when I sink into your tight hole. I bet you look so fucking pretty when you come. So fucking sexy when you fall apart.”
My hand speeds up, his voice in my ear spurring me on.
“I’d go slow at first,” he says, “stretch you with my fingers, get you nice and ready for my cock. Would you like that?”
“Yes, oh fuck yes,” I pant, getting close.
“Good, because then I’d ruin you like I promised. I’d hold you down while I fuck you until you can’t think of anything else but me for days. Can’t feel anything else but me.”
“Nash,” I gasp his name, barely able to get it out. “You’re gonna make me—”
“Do it,” he commands. “Come for me. Don’t hold back, I want to hear it.”
My orgasm crashes through me, and out of pure habit, I bite down my groan, trying to keep it quiet but not entirely succeeding. My hand slows as I ride it out, body trembling with how much I needed that release.
On the other end of the line, Nash groans softly, like the sound of me unraveling is enough to undo him, too.
There’s a moment of quiet, both of us catching our breath.
“You still with me?” he finally asks, voice hoarse but tender.
“Barely.” I laugh, still breathless. “Jesus, Nash. That was… that was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“You are too, Cay. I wish I was there.”
“God, me too,” I say honestly.
“Go get cleaned up for me since I’m not there to take care of you,” he instructs, and being told what to do by him is almost enough to make me hard again.
“Okay.” I shuffle to get up, bringing the phone with me to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth, and cleaning my stomach where I came on myself.
“Alright, I’m heading back to my bed now.”
“Good,” he murmurs. “And Caleb? I know I said this, but I really do want to spend more time with you.”
I swallow hard, warmth blooming low in my stomach again, but for a different reason this time.
“I do too.”
“Good,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “When can we plan something?”
“Well, I have Sam every night since I don’t share custody,” I start, knowing that’ll immediately make it harder for us to plan anything, but hoping that’s something Nash will be okay with.
“He has a sitter for nights I have something, though. I could see when they’re available. What’s your schedule like?”
“That’s okay, we’ll make it work. We can also hang out with the kids, of course,” he says easily.
“I’d just really like to get my hands on you alone sometime soon, too.
” There’s a low chuckle in his voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
“My ex and I do alternating weeks. So, I have my kids till Sunday night. If needed, she’d probably take them for a night if I gave her a heads up.
We try to stick to the schedule, but we’re both pretty flexible and help each other out. ”
I smile into the phone, oddly comforted by how relaxed he’s being about all of this. “That must be nice.”
“It is. Co-parenting’s a hell of a lot easier when you still get along with the other person.”
“Yeah,” I say softly. “That part sounds great.”
“What about you and Sam’s mom?” he asks, and I knew we’d have to talk about her eventually.
I shift on the bed, pulling the blanket over my legs even though I’m already warm.
“She moved out of state. We were already barely holding things together before she left. She calls sometimes, and Sam talks to her on holidays or his birthday when she does, but… I’m pretty much it.
My parents are still in Missouri, and her parents no longer talk to me either after the divorce. ”
There’s a pause, and I don’t mean for the words to come out so heavy, but they are. They always are when I admit how much of this I carry on my own. But Nash doesn’t rush to fill the silence. He just lets it sit there for a second before saying, “That must be a lot.”
“Yeah.”
“I admire the hell out of you for it,” Nash acknowledges, and hearing those words from him makes my throat tight with emotion.
“Thanks. I don’t hear that much.”
“Well, get used to it. I want you to know how incredible you are.”
I breathe out a quiet laugh that’s filled with relief and gratitude, all tangled together.
“I’ve never…” I trail off, the words catching at the vulnerability of saying this out loud, but I do anyway, because I want to be honest with him. “I’ve never really had that with anyone. Someone to support me, I mean.”
“That breaks my heart, Cay,” he says. “How about lunch tomorrow? It’s not romantic, but we can go when the kids are at school… If you have time, of course.”
“I’m in. I’ll check my calendar in the morning, but I’m in.”
“Good,” he says. I can hear the grin in his voice. “I’ll make it the best lunch you’ve ever had.”
I laugh softly. “That’s a bold promise.”
“I meant what I said; I keep my promises.”
And I believe him.
We chat more about how our days went, and when we finally hang up, it’s much later than I meant to stay up. But I don’t regret a second of it.