Chapter 5 #4
I’m not sure it’s working.
“Because he can, and I told you. This is like a whole other world for someone like you. Have you ever even heard a gunshot in your entire life?”
I haven’t, but I have heard other things just as terrifying. Not that I tell him this.
“It’s a good thing your family lives out in the middle of nowhere,” I say as he shifts against me. My arms tighten around him, and he nuzzles in deeper.
“Heh. And you wonder why I moved out,” he replies, and then his teeth graze my neck.
My lips curl inward as I try to keep a groan at bay. He really shouldn’t be biting me.
Marking me.
But he’s oblivious to my thoughts and does it again before pushing up and moving completely on top of me.
He must feel my hard cock now. Because he drags himself against it, a slow, lazy rut.
“Stay still,” I hiss, trying to stay in control, but it’s slowly slipping away.
He grunts and then rolls his hips forward once more before coming to a blessed stop.
“Sorry. My dick is desperate for you, apparently. You never should have given me a handy, dude.”
I huff at that.
I really shouldn’t have, but my body went against all reason.
“I liked it too much. You’ve created a monster,” Caleb says, his voice a pout.
He hesitates a moment and then arches into me once more. I pinch his side roughly, trying to keep him from doing that again. It only makes him swear and do it again.
“Fuck, Whit. You started this,” he whispers, almost desperately. “You need to fix it.”
The audacity. “I can’t just give you hand jobs all the time.”
“Uh, yeah. You can.”
I try to shove him off me, but he just clings to me, arms and legs wrapped around me, his entire body rutting up against me now.
And my body is responding to the feel of him.
He feels too good.
The kind of good that makes bad decisions feel worth it.
The kind of good that could ruin people.
“Caleb,” I say, slightly panicked, but also on the verge of coming myself. Oh fuck. I need space. I need…
“Just give me a minute,” he breathes. “Probably just ten seconds,” he buries his face in my neck. I can feel his warm breath hitting my overstimulated skin. “It’s your fault for smelling so fantastic.”
My hand threads through his hair and tugs roughly, pulling him up so he can see me.
“Stop.”
His eyes blink, and then his face falls, as if realizing what he was doing. “Shit. Oh fuck.” He rolls off me and stares at the ceiling, his hand running down his face.
“I’m sorry. That was…I’ll…sleep on the floor. But first, I need to…”
He moves to stand, but I reach out and grab onto him, pulling him toward the bed until he’s sprawled out once more.
Like a sacrifice I may be willing to make.
“I didn’t say you could go,” I say lowly, twisting my body so I can straddle his hips.
He blinks up at me, looking like a fucking dream, and my hands tug his sweats down. He lifts his hips to help me, and when his cock appears, I can’t help but reach down and touch it. It’s warm, hard.
Drooling.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans as I curl my fingers around him and start stroking. “Yes.”
He sounds like he’s already about to come, and I can’t help but tease him. “How soon will this be over?”
“Screw you,” he moans when I reach down with my other hand and cup his balls. I squeeze gently, and he curses under his breath, fucking his hips upward into my fist.
I huff at how desperate he is. How perfect.
“Caleb, I think we both know that I’d be the one screwing you.”
The thought of it—his legs spread, his ass on display, my cock tunneling in and out of him—has my dick twitching in my pants.
And when I bring my hand to my bulge and drag my palm down my hard length, it erupts.
It’s shocking and a little unexpected, but with the way Caleb’s been teasing me, just being him, it’s been nearly impossible to keep myself under control.
My fist tightens around his cock as I ride out my orgasm, and when his eyes roll into the back of his head, I tug on his balls again and his entire body tightens and twitches. Cum spews from his tip, spurting across his chest, dripping down my fingers and wrist as he moans and writhes beneath me.
It’s minutes before he comes to, and I savor all of it, releasing my hold on him slowly. I need to go clean myself up.
So I do. I disappear into the bathroom, refusing to look at myself in the mirror. I know what will look back at me. I know I won’t see any regret.
When I reappear, Caleb has wiped himself up and has pulled his sweats back up around his waist.
“You want me to…uh…” Caleb asks, almost shyly. He’s offering to take care of me.
“No,” I reply as I slip in next to him and pull the covers up to my chin.
He puffs out a soft breath and then asks, “Want me to sleep on the floor?”
Just the thought makes me recoil.
“No,” I reply and then hold out my arms. “Come here.”
And he crawls over to me and tucks himself into my side. Like he lives here.
I sleep soundly after that, and when I wake up, Caleb is blinking over at me, his eyes hopeful. I know what he wants.
I don’t ask him.
I already know.
This is becoming a bad habit.
I push him onto his back, pull his sweatpants down, and jerk him off again. He’s just as loud and filthy as he was last night. Begging for it, saying my name like a prayer, rolling his hips up like the slut he is.
His cock is an angry red, dripping cum.
I caress it with rough, hard strokes.
His hands fist the covers, trying to keep himself grounded. I twist his balls, and he cries out, but holds on.
He wants to show me how long he can last.
But doesn’t he know I love how fast he comes for me?
Even so, he holds out a little longer than expected—a full minute.
And when he arches his back off the bed, and releases all over himself once more, I realize I need to get off, too. That this has been torture for me, touching him, watching as he comes undone for me.
As soon as my hand is free of him, I disappear into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the warm spray.
My hand doesn’t hesitate. I just fist my cock and jerk it, Caleb’s body and face filtering through my mind as I do.
And when I press my forehead to the tiles and fuck my hips forward, imagining that tight hole engulfing my dick, I spray the shower walls with my release.
It’s messy, but at least the shower will leave no evidence of what I’ve done.
When I return to the bedroom, I see Caleb dozing, his cock out, cum drying on his skin. He hasn’t even bothered to put himself back together.
It’s so…him.
Downstairs, I can hear Aunt Del calling out that breakfast is ready.
Caleb’s lashes flutter open at the noise, and he peers up at me, almost looking shy.
My fucking kryptonite.
“Your aunt is asking us to come down for breakfast,” I say.
He rubs at his stomach and makes a face when he realizes his cum is still lingering there. And then I see his cock twitch and slowly grow hard.
This guy.
How long has it been since he’s gotten some?
I don’t know if I want to know that. It makes me feel…jealous.
Him with someone else.
“Whit. I told you,” he whines softly, and I know I won’t be able to resist. I bite my lip and reach down, getting him off again.
Harder this time. A punishment for making me so fucking out of control. But he likes it rough. He comes ridiculously fast once more.
Part of me loves that I can make him do this, though. But I’m not sure if I accomplished what I wanted to when I started this.
I wipe off my hands and Caleb groans, his eyes closing as if he’s going to nap again.
I poke his side. “Shower. I’ll be downstairs.”
He groans again and throws an arm over his face. “Don’t make me. Let’s just stay in bed all day.”
I know what will happen if we do that.
I can’t allow it. Not here.
But before he can protest any more, I hear a rough pounding on the door.
“Up assholes. Time to get up!” The voice is familiar, but I’m not sure which one. They’re all so loud and unhinged.
Caleb sits up, the cum sliding down his abs. He looks like temptation.
“You better not be fucking!” the man says on the other side of the door.
“Go away, Liam!” Caleb shoots back and hops out of bed.
I watch him, and he blushes beautifully.
Liam shouts once more. “It rained last night, so get your ass downstairs so we can go out. I didn’t drive all the way here for you to fuck all day!”
“You live ten minutes away!” Caleb calls back, trying to pull on some pants, but only manages one leg.
“Hurry up, you ass eater!”
Liam thumps on the door and cackles.
“You did this,” Caleb says to me, trying to figure out what to do with his shirt.
I point to the bathroom, noting that he still has cum dripping down him.
“Shower, Caleb.”