Chapter 7 #4
“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 me tensing, 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.
“Oh fuck,” Caleb says, his body arching up slightly, his movements growing more desperate and uneven.
It’s too much, the sight of him against me…
My orgasm rolls through me, right on the precipice of Caleb’s. It’s vicious and painful, ripping through me as Caleb falls over the edge with me. I can hear his moans, can feel his body shudder as he shakes against me, and then I feel the wetness from my release seeping through my boxers.
My head falls back, and Caleb leans forward, biting down on my neck, dragging his lips to my Adam’s apple and sucking.
Fuck, the way that felt…
The way he feels…
I can’t move. So, we just lie there, panting, trying to catch our breath. That was…fucking incredible. So different from what I’m used to. So much better than anything I’ve ever had.
I don’t know if I can go back to someone who is my type after this.
I don’t think I want to.
This is going to ruin me, but I’m in it now—for as long as I can be.
“I’m not moving,” Caleb murmurs, still on top of me.
I know he’d stay here for ages, but I can’t stand to sit in my mess like he can.
“You better move, Caleb. I need a shower,” I tell him, my body still limp and shaking. Maybe I can live in my mess with Caleb on top of me. If he’s here to experience it with me.
“Let’s just strip down and do it again,” he says, nuzzling against me. “I’d love to see you filthy and wrecked with my cum all over you.”
My fingers tighten in his hair, and then I tug his head up, kissing him roughly. He moans like a whore in heat against me, but I can’t go again. Not until I’m cleaned up. Until then, it’s all I can think about.
“Time to get up.”
He groans in frustration, but shifts enough that I can slide out from beneath him. I don’t look at him as I stand, not with my head spinning like this. I rush to the bathroom and lock the door.
When I finally look up, I stare at myself in the mirror. I look wild and unhinged. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, pupils blown wide with need.
I don’t know if I recognize myself.
“I told myself not to,” I whisper softly. “I told myself, but I did it anyway. And fuck, I want to do it again.”
I don’t want to be apart from him for long, so I rush through the cleanup, making my way back out to Caleb in minutes. Unsurprisingly, I find him naked on the couch, his clothes littering the ground. He looks like a fucking dream come true, and I’m hard all over again.
“We should finish the movie,” Caleb says, and my gaze moves to his half-hard cock. He’s wiped himself up, but I can still see some cum lingering at the base.
Not that I say anything.
I like him like this.
“You should put more clothes on.”
“Nah. One of us should be naked all the time, and since it won’t be you, then it will have to be me. I’ll take one for the team.”
I let out a relieved breath. I don’t want him clothed. I like him bare for me. My gaze drags over him slowly, and I know I should stop this, to have some kind of tangible boundary with him, but that insistent voice only grows quieter and easier to ignore with each passing minute.
So, I attempt to put some space between us. I move to the other side of the couch and sprawl out. Caleb just huffs and crawls toward me, his balls swinging between his legs. The sight of him submissive is making all my dreams come true.
“You do realize,” he says as he presses a kiss to my lips, as he slides between my legs. “I was clingy before, but you’ve just opened a whole other can of worms.”
He leans against my chest and kisses me again, tongue and all. And I let him.
I let him because stopping feels impossible, and I want him to keep doing this to me.
But he finally pulls away and rests against me. My hands sprawl across his abdomen, playing with the hair of his happy trail and brushing against the head of his hard cock. It jumps at my touch, and something unfurls once more inside of me.
Want. Lust. Pure and simple.
“There’s no getting rid of me now, man,” he says, sounding almost drunk on me.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
My finger traces the rim of his belly button, and then I know I have to ask. I have to know where his head is at.
“What is this to you, Caleb?”
He peers up at me, confusion in his gaze. “What do you mean?”
“You said you were straight before, so what is this?”
“You mean, am I experimenting with you, like you said earlier?”
I swallow and nod.
“I dunno, man, I just like being with you. We gotta label it?”
“I’m not asking for a label. Just want to try and avoid the fallout if you realize this isn’t what you want.”
“What I want?”
I wet my lips and say, “If you realize that being with a man isn’t what you want.”
He threads his hand through my hair and tugs me down for another kiss. It’s filled with promise, unrelenting and true.
When he finally pulls away, his sincere gaze meets mine. “I have no issue being with a man as long as that man is you.”
The way he says that…my hand wraps around his cock, and I fist it.
A reward for his honesty. A reward for me being brave and asking for it in the first place.
“You sure?” I ask, his hips arching up, begging for more.
“As long as you can be with a guy like me.”
“And what guy is that?” I ask, stroking him slowly.
“A guy who isn’t your type.”
I bite down on his ear and growl. “I was wrong.”
I hear his moan as I roll his balls in my hand, tugging on them softly.
“Wrong about what?” he moans.
“About my type. You happen to be something I didn’t expect to want. But now that I have you…”
He moans my name as he fucks into my hand, my lips on his neck, his ear, the side of his face. I want to consume him, just like he’s consumed me.
A dangerous game, but one I’m playing all the same.