Chapter 10 #3
It leaves me only in my boxer briefs, my cock straining against the fabric.
His face nuzzles against my straining length as he slowly pulls me out.
My cock bobs in front of his lips, and I tremble at the sight of him on his knees for me.
I reach out and thread my fingers through his hair, my thumbs brushing against the stubble lining his cheeks.
“Caleb,” I mutter as he presses a kiss to the swollen tip.
“Tell me what you like,” he says as I shudder above him.
“Whatever you do, it’ll be perfect.”
He hums happily at that and then runs his tongue from tip to base before sloppily kissing his way back to the tip.
I’m a goddamn mess at the feeling of his lips on me, the sight of him.
I’m not going to last.
But I also want to guide, to show him what I want.
“Such a control freak,” he says, reading the war on my face and sending up a smirk before pulling me into his mouth.
He groans around my length, his lips stretched wide, and then pulls me so far back that he gags. I moan at the sound, the way he gurgles around me.
He wrenches off me, breathing heavily. His lips are red, his pupils blown out. He stares at my dick for a moment, readying himself before trying again.
His lips drag down my shaft, his mouth tightening as he sucks me down once more. He gags again, but he pulls off me more slowly. My hands tighten in his hair as he leans back and kisses my swollen tip with reverence.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re doing so good.”
He wets his lips and meets my hooded gaze. “Fuck my mouth, yeah? I know you want to.”
“Caleb,” I moan as he rubs the tip of my cock over his lips, smearing them with my precum.
“Do it. I want it. I want you to show me what you like, Whit.”
I stare at him a moment, and when he opens his mouth, waiting, I exhale shakily and push my cock back inside. I’m slow at first, pumping into that wet heat carefully, not wanting him to hate it, to never do this again, but the moans he makes…
I move faster, harder, watching as spit slides down his chin and neck, as his hips jerk forward slightly, fucking the air in front of him.
“You’re doing…so good,” I moan, moving my cock further down his throat.
He gags around me, clutching my thighs.
“I’m so close,” I moan and then fuck into him harder, twisting his hair in my hands, listening as he chokes and groans around me.
Always so fucking good for me. A fucking vision, a fucking dream I never want to wake from.
“Look at me,” I gasp, and when those blue eyes travel up to meet mine, I nearly come undone.
His hand reaches up and tugs at my balls, ripping a shout from me, and then I’m trying to pull back, but he holds on.
He wants it.
He wants it all.
My cock erupts, and he swallows around my pulsing length. He pulls me so far down his throat that his nose hits my groin.
I chant his name as I fill his mouth, listening as he drinks it all. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. He’s never given anyone a blowjob, but this was the best one I’ve ever had.
When I sag against him, I reach down, stroking his damp jaw.
“Caleb,” I mutter as I slip from his mouth.
He stares up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks, his mouth red and wet from how rough I was.
I like what I see far too much. He wears me so well.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him up and pressing my mouth to his, kissing him roughly. “I’m going to wreck you,” I say, and he groans his acceptance.
As if to say, I can have him.
Because he’s going to ruin me, too.
Slowly, I pull away and undress him, falling to my knees to return the favor. And while I do this, while I take him all the way to the back of my throat, he never touches my head, just rests his broken hand on my shoulder, his other gently cupping the front of my throat, feeling himself there.
“Whit, Whit,” he moans as I bob my head, bringing him toward the precipice. And as I do, my fingers move to his ass, massaging those globes, sliding a finger up his crack, and touching his hole.
It flexes against my fingertip, and Caleb shudders against me, the promise of what I want to do to him loud in the otherwise silent room. His cum abruptly fills my mouth, and I swallow it down, feeling him empty himself inside of me.
And when he’s done, his body still shaking, I rest my head against his thigh, my finger still on his hole, his cock against my cheek.
He touches my hair gingerly as I close my eyes and relish the feeling of his hand on me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I mutter.
“I know.”
“Not today, but soon.”
“I can’t wait.”
Then my eyes flutter open, and I push myself up, knowing what I want to do. What I want to show him. Our fingers link, and he lets me lead him into the bedroom. We come to a stop next to my bed, and his eyes turn toward it.
“Get on it. Facedown,” I say, my voice stern.
He obeys, crawling forward, his head hitting my pillow, cradling it beneath his hands.
He looks like every fantasy I’ve had, lying there, waiting for whatever I plan to give him.
And I’m going to give it to him, open up the possibility of more between us.
I reach forward, grab the lube from the end table, and set it beside me. Then my eyes rove over his back and ass before I spread his cheeks and stare at his opening, my mind envisioning all the ways I could fuck into it. How well I know it would take me.
“Look at you,” I say, sliding a finger down his crack again and running it along his rim. He arches up slightly, silently begging, and I pause.
“Greedy, Caleb?”
“You know it,” he murmurs as he turns his face into the pillow.
He has no idea what I’m going to do to him. But with how responsive he is, he’s going to love this. I flip the cap of the lube open and squirt it on his crack, rubbing it against his rim.
Getting him ready to be breached.
To take a part of me.
“Ready?” I ask, and he holds his breath and nods.
With care, I work a finger into him, making him groan at the intrusion. His eyelashes flutter closed, color blooming on his cheeks. He flexes around me, and I whisper for him to relax as I slowly fuck my way in.
Gentle. With a purpose.
Stretching him out, watching my finger disappear into his slutty hole inch by inch.
When I’m knuckle deep, he gasps.
“So good,” he mutters as I move my finger around, crooking the tip, searching for that little bump.
I know when I find it.
“Oh fuck!” he shouts, arching up.
A dark laugh escapes me as I murmur, “There it is,” and do it again. Caleb nearly comes off the bed, his cock hard and dripping between his legs once more.
Like I said, so responsive.
“What the fuck…” he moans. He’s panting now, unable to catch his breath as I play with him. I tug on his balls as I add a second finger, his hole taking me easily. Like he was made for this. For me.
I scissor him open, watching as he’s driven wild by me.
“Whit. Please. More.”
I knew he’d like this. Knew he’d like me playing with his prostate.
He spreads his legs wide and then lifts himself onto all fours, fucking back against my hand.
“Such a slut for it, hm?” I ask, and he whimpers.
“Yes. For you. Yes. More. More. More.”
I shift closer, my thighs bumping against his. Reaching around him, I take his cock in my hand and fuck him on both ends. His mouth is open in a constant moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
When I push a third finger into him, he gasps. So fucking full. So fucking full of me.
I stare at him, taking all of me, and I lean down, biting his ass cheek. My finger pulses against his prostate, and he cries out, his cum hitting my sheets in streams.
The sight of it has me reaching my hand between my legs and getting myself off, all while still inside of him, wringing his orgasm out of him. I watch him shiver and shake as his cock spurts once more.
“Can’t move,” he says when he’s wrung dry. He flops right down in his mess and groans loudly.
I stare at him, my fingers still in his ass, but he doesn’t ask me to pull out.
It’s almost like he wants to keep me there.
How did I get so lucky?
“Stay,” he mutters. But I can’t, can I? So I gently slip my fingers from him, and then I spread his ass cheeks, staring at his red-rimmed hole.
“You did good,” I say, pressing my thumb to it. His ass takes it easily. Already open and wet for me.
“You sore?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“Did you like it?”
“What do you think?” he asks, and my lips find the nape of his neck.
“I think you were made for it.”
He glances back at me, and my cheeks flush at the erotic sight of him, used and messy.
“Give me a sec, and I’ll get you off, k?” he murmurs.
“No need. Already did.”
He huffs, and a small laugh escapes him. “Fine, then give me twenty minutes, and we can do that again.”