Chapter 9 #2
“Don’t. I love it. How needy you are for it.”
His hand sneaks under the hem of my shirt, brushing along my skin. He’s never done that before, and I like it.
My entire body trembles as I arch into his touch.
“Do you?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Want to try something new?”
He swallows roughly. “Hell yeah.”
I sit up, straddling his legs and pulling his pants down. His cock emerges, and I stare down at it. I’m not a huge fan of oral, but for some reason, I want to do this to him. I want to give him this part of me.
“I’m going to blow you.”
His breath catches, and he holds on to the sheets tighter.
“This will be over embarrassingly fast,” he says, and I can’t help the smirk that lifts my lips.
“I am very good with my mouth. Just do me a favor, Caleb. Don’t grab my head.”
I’ve never liked someone having that much power over me, so much control.
He nods, and then I lean forward, my lips grazing over the tip of him. There’s a bead of precum there, and my tongue laps it up.
Caleb gasps.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this.
So fucking long, but of course, I’m doing it with him.
Seems I can’t help but consume all of him with what little time we have left.
My lips part wider, and I pull him into my mouth, inch by inch, until he’s in the back of my throat.
The sounds he’s making exceed anything I’ve ever heard.
It encourages me to suck harder, taking more of him.
My head bobs, and Caleb is cursing, swearing, begging. His hands grasp for purchase on anything and land on the headboard, his hips thrusting up as I continue to take him.
“Whit! Oh fuck! What the fuck!”
I pull off, my lips lingering on the tip of him, our eyes meeting.
“Such a good boy for me,” I murmur, my voice slightly hoarse, and Caleb’s eyes widen before I take him once more.
“Oh, motherfuck,” he groans as my throat works around him.
One of my free hands wraps around his wet cock, the other tugging on his balls.
And when a finger drifts to his hole, circling that tight opening, Caleb cries out, and his cum fills my mouth.
There’s a rush of it, and I swallow it down, some dripping down my chin, making a mess.
But for some reason, it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.
I like it a lot, actually. My hand slips from him and drags down my dick, getting myself off as I hold him in my mouth.
My orgasm comes in a rush, with a grunt, and I feel my release fill my boxers.
When I pull off, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stare down at him. He’s still trembling, coming down from the high of it, the aftershocks still rattling his body.
“I take it you enjoyed that,” I ask.
“Oh, fuck off, you smug bastard,” he says and then pulls me down for a long kiss.
When we come up for air, he asks, “How am I ever going to come back from this?”
The reality of my situation hits me, knocking the air from my chest.
Caleb must see the agony on my face, and he shrugs. “You do realize that I’m going to be begging you for those more often, right?”
“I don’t mind. I enjoyed it. A little too much.” I sit up and then slide off him. “Give me a minute.”
“Wait, did you just…”
I peer back at him as I grab a change of clothes.
He groans as I move into the bathroom, cleaning myself up, washing my hands and face, and changing my clothes.
When I return, Caleb is waiting for me, his cock still out, an arm thrown over his face.
I tuck myself into him, and he nuzzles his face into my hair.
“You’ll have to teach me how to do that so I can reciprocate. Not that you needed it tonight.”
My hand runs over his chest. “You never need to reciprocate unless you want to, but it will be perfect if you do. I’m sure of it.”
“We leave in thirty minutes,” Magnus says, adjusting his bow tie in the mirror.
I watch him for a minute and then disappear into the bathroom. Oh, how my tastes have changed in the last month.
I glance in the mirror and grip the countertop as visions of Caleb writhing beneath me surface. Of him panting, begging, his lips on mine, his tongue plundering my mouth, those muscles flexing beneath my hands. So many muscles.
And that smile.
Hanging my head, I breathe deeply through my nose.
This is getting a little ridiculous. I’ve never been so enamored with another person in my entire life.
When I first met Caleb, I’d assumed he’d be a typical bigoted asshole, but he’s proven me wrong so many times.
He’s so different from how I expected him to be.
The way he lets me hold him, how he nuzzles my neck, how he begs for it.
I’m obsessed.
Usually, sex for me is transactional, something I do to relieve some of the tension building in me. It’s nothing personal, and I derive fleeting pleasure from it.
But with Caleb, I’m consumed by it. I give in to him much more than I should, and if I allow myself to take…well, I’m pretty sure I’d be ravenous.
He’s becoming addictive, and we haven’t even fucked yet.
I pull my cock out of my pants and tug at it.
It’s already painfully hard, and I find it easy to get off quickly, envisioning Caleb.
Those thick, long legs stretched out in front of him, his cock hardening against his jeans, that backward hat he wears, that nipple ring, the way his scruff brushes against my cheeks when he kisses me.
His taste.
His moans.
His smell.
I gasp as I find my release, and as I try to gain control over my heartbeat, I quickly wash my hands and then look up and see my flushed cheeks in the mirror.
I need a minute or two before I reemerge into the bedroom I’m sharing with Magnus. He’s been watching me closely lately, asking me questions about Caleb.
I’m not quite sure what to say. Magnus was a good fuck, always eager, and took my cock well, but that was it for me. A transaction, like I said. Nothing more. I feel nothing for him.
Nothing like what I feel for Caleb.
I rub my chest, my heart thumping in it erratically.
I’m going to break him, yet I can’t stay away. I’m too damn selfish.
Inhaling deeply, I push out of the bathroom and nod to Magnus.
“Ready?” I ask, and he nods, following me silently to where we meet our teammates, Bev and Kate.
The debate goes well, and I’m proud of our accomplishments. And then it’s time for me to meet up with my ex.
Donovan Gray.
It doesn’t hold the same appeal it did months ago when we made plans. Now, it just feels like a shallow gesture.
I see him on stage, and he looks good, with immaculately combed hair, perfectly pressed trousers, and a button-up shirt. I remember a time when I preferred men like this.
Now my tastes run in a different direction entirely.
“Whit,” Donovan calls out, nodding at me. “So nice to see you. Well done up there.”
He holds out his hand, but I just nod at him, my hands clutched by my sides. I don’t want to touch him, even if it’s a harmless gesture. My mind flits to Caleb. How upset he was over this.
I don’t want to hurt him more than I inevitably will.
“You as well.”
His hand moves back, and he tucks it casually into his pocket. “Would you like to head out now? I have reservations at a place we can walk to.”
Being with him feels wrong, but I nod anyway, grabbing my coat and shrugging it over my shoulders. The two of us walk quietly out of the building, and when we exit into the cool fall air, Donovan glances over at me.
“You look good, Whit. Happy even.”
“Thank you. I am,” I say, and he faces forward. “How have you been? It surprised me when you reached out.”
Donovan chuckles a little. “Ah, yes, I was worried you’d turn me down. I’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while now. When I saw that we’d be competing tonight, I knew it was my chance to catch up.”
“Keeping tabs?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, to say that I regret how we left things would be an understatement.”
I shove my hands into my coat pockets, and my fingers curl into my palms. “Best to leave the past in the past. It’s been years, and we’ve both moved on. It was for the best.”
Donovan doesn’t say anything, just glances over at me. He always had such pretty eyes. I’d mulled over them for hours in high school. Now, all I want to see are blue eyes staring back at me.
“Are you seeing anyone?” he asks after a moment of silence.
I don’t even hesitate when I say yes.
“Is it serious?”
“It’s…” My words cut off when my phone rings in my pocket. “I apologize. I have to get this.”
Aunt Del’s name flashes across the screen, and I debate taking the call. I’m out with an old friend, and I know he’s been looking forward to catching up with me, but I can’t help but flick my finger across the screen to answer.
She’d called to wish me luck at the tournament earlier, and I’m sure she’s just checking in to see how it went.
“Hi, Aunt Del.”
“Whit,” she says, her voice soft, concerned. My heart stutters slightly at the sound. “How was your tournament? Did you do well?”
“Yeah, we did.”
“Well done, sweet pea.” She pauses and says, “I just wanted to let you know Caleb is in the hospital.”
My entire body freezes, and I stop walking. I can’t hear her words over the rush in my ears.
“Why?” I breathe out.
“There was an accident—”
“Is he okay?” I cut her off. I can’t breathe, my vision narrowing. I lean against a nearby wall, feeling lightheaded, like everything is crowding me, suffocating, drowning me.
I see Donovan in my line of sight, his gaze concerned.
Just this once, I allow him to touch me, to keep me grounded as Aunt Del says, “It’s nothing too serious. A concussion, a broken hand, and a lot of scrapes and bruises. I just wanted to let you know—”
“I’m coming,” I gasp. “Send me the address.”
“Oh no, Whit, I didn’t mean for you to drop everything and head out here. Caleb mentioned how important this night was for you. That you’re meeting up with some old friends. I just wanted to let you know.”
“I’m coming,” I say and then add, “Address, now, please.”
Then I hang up, my hands shaking so brutally I almost drop my phone.