Chapter 12 #2
“I don’t want you to stay away,” I reply honestly, touching him everywhere I can reach, exploring his magnificent body.
He groans and arches against me. And then we’re kissing again, tongues tangling, teeth clashing.
I swallow his moans, inhaling him, my hands grabbing his ass, slipping beneath the fabric of his boxers, and massaging his bare cheeks.
“Whit,” he pants against me.
“Mm?”
“I want you to…want you to fuck me,” he gasps, and I stiffen slightly, wanting this just as much as he does, but holding off because it’s selfish, taking this part of him when I know I need to leave soon. That I can’t stay.
But still I ask, “You sure?”
“Yeah. Fuck yeah. I want you to be my first.”
My eyes close, and I pull him into me for a slow, sensual kiss, taking my time with him. When I finally pry my lips from his, I give a jittery nod. “Okay.”
I can’t believe I just surrendered like this, but with him…I can’t help it. I’m weak.
Rolling away from him, I grab the lube from my suitcase. And when I make my way back to the bed, I freeze, furious with myself for not thinking this through.
“I…I didn’t bring any condoms. I didn’t expect…”
“Shit,” he mutters, pressing his hand against his straining cock.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and reach over, tugging his boxers off. My hand reaches for his cock, and his back arches off the bed.
“I’m negative, are you?” he finally asks as my eyes meet his.
My hand stills, squeezing his cock gently. “Yes. I’m negative. I’ve never had sex without one before.”
He groans and fucks his hips up into my fist. “Oh, shit. Okay. That’s good, right?”
I start stroking him once more, and Caleb gasps.
“Fuck yeah. Just do it, Whit. We don’t need condoms. I can’t wait any longer. Been waiting too long. Far too long.”
He’s rambling. That’s how desperate he is for it.
“You trust me?” I ask, knowing he shouldn’t. But I’m unable to stop myself now.
He turns onto his stomach and places the pillow beneath his head, arching his ass into the air.
“What do you think?”
I stare at him for a long time, and then my hand lands softly on his ass, stroking it, spreading his cheeks apart, staring at the hole I’m going to enter soon.
“I think you’re perfect.”
My breathing stutters as I trace a finger down his crease. Up and down. Then I reach over and uncap the lube. I trickle some on his crack and rub it across his rim, feeling it kiss my fingertip as I tease it.
He moans when I slowly push a finger inside. He takes it easily and with a low moan. Like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.
“Look at you,” I whisper as I crook my finger, making him gasp loudly.
And then he rolls his hips, asking for me.
I add a second, slowly scissoring him open, stretching him for my cock.
And as I do, I make sure to massage that small bump inside, making him grind his hips forward, seeking friction.
And with the way he’s panting, I know he loves this.
I know he’s ready.
“You’re doing so good, Caleb,” I say, and he seems to melt at the reassurance.
When I add a third finger, he’s pleading. “Whit, please. I can’t wait any longer. Need you. Need this. Please fuck me.”
“Almost,” I say, watching as he fucks himself back against my hand.
I feel the way his rim contracts around my fingers, and something inside of me cracks. I pull out of him, and when I do, he cranes his neck to look at me. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes hooded, his lips swollen from biting down on them.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, squirting some lube on my cock.
He nods, swallowing so roughly that his throat clicks.
“Yeah. Need you,” he whines, placing his forehead on his arms and offering himself up to me. For me to take. To use.
To claim.
Then I’m moving behind him and pressing down on his upper back, making his ass arch up a little more.
Fucking hell.
“I said it before, but I mean it. You’re perfect.” I say this softly before pressing my cock to his hole and pushing inside.
My cockhead slips in easily, and Caleb gasps at the feeling. Then a low groan is pulled from his throat as I push forward a little more.
“Good boy. So tight. So good.”
Caleb turns his face slightly, and I see the way his lashes flutter before he inhales and arches back, taking the rest of my cock.
“Caleb,” I stutter, surprised at the feeling of him engulfing me. I breathe deeply through my nose, trying to keep myself from moving too quickly, from hurting him, but he’s so tight. So eager.
“God, you’re big,” he grunts.
“You okay?” I ask, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.
“So good. So full,” he murmurs and then lets out a low groan when I reach around and stroke his cock.
That seems to wind him up, and he gasps, his head coming off the pillow, his fingers searching for something to hold on to. “Shit, Whit. Move. Move. Jesus. Fuck me. Please.”
I hesitate, but he won’t stop begging, pleading, so my fingers dig into his hips, and I shift my cock out of his tight hole. Slowly, not wanting to hurt him. But he grunts his disapproval and tries to fuck back against me once more.
“More. Faster,” he gasps, and I realize I’ve lost control. I try to hold on to the fleeting thing a bit longer, but I know eventually I need to give in to him.
“So good,” he moans as I stare down at my cock dragging out of his entrance.
Caleb grunts and glances over his shoulder at me. My gaze meets his, and he furrows his brow and slams his ass back, impaling himself on my cock.
“Caleb. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Wreck me. Fuck me. Now. I want to feel you for days.”
I let those words settle against my chest and then lurch forward, my hips connecting with his ass with a loud smack.
The bed shifts forward as I give him what he’s asked for, and the way he’s moaning, chanting my name, tells me he likes it.
Loves it. He’s arching his hips back, biting down on the comforter, holding on as I wreck him.
“Oh Jesus,” he cries out, arching his ass up a little more, letting me use him.
“You’re such a slut for me. Aren’t you, Caleb?
” I huff as I fuck into him. “So damn greedy,” I moan before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him up roughly.
He’s lifted off his elbows, his back pressed against my chest. Totally skewered on me.
His breath leaves him in a rush. My fingers twist in his hair, turning his face toward mine, and I kiss him roughly.
“You’re mine. Mine,” I say and then bite down on his bottom lip before fucking my tongue into him as I thrust up into his hole. His entire body is shaking, his groans music to my ears.
And when I shift slightly, he cries out, his cock jerking and cum spilling across the sheets.
I grab his neck and squeeze, thrusting into him three more times before filling him up, marking him as mine.
My teeth land on his neck, biting down roughly as I empty myself into him. It goes on for ages, the euphoria and pleasure a mix of disbelief and complete astonishment.
Nothing has ever felt this good before.
I’ve never fucked anyone like this, bare and completely as myself.
Caleb sags against me, and I hold him upright, my hand still on his throat, feeling his gasps of breath.
I let him go slowly, my hands moving up to his shoulders.
“You okay?” I ask.
His throat clicks. “Need water.”
He falls forward, my cock still inside of him. I knead his cheeks softly before pulling out of him, not wanting to hurt him. Then I hop off the bed and grab a water bottle.
“Here you go,” I say as I hand it to him. My hands are trembling slightly, and Caleb bites back a smile when he sees them. He pushes up on an elbow and gulps down the water before collapsing on the bed.
“You wore me out. I want to do that again. Tonight,” he says, even though he winces when he moves. I huff a small laugh and thread my fingers through his happy trail.
“Maybe,” I reply.
“Why maybe?”
“You’ll be sore. We should give your body a rest.”
“Fuck rest. I want it again. Give me a few hours.”
I let out an incredulous laugh and then press a tender kiss to his lips. He lets me clean him up even though I know he’d probably be happy with my cum dripping out of him all night.
When I lie down next to him, he rolls on top of me.
“That was…amazing,” I say, and his chest puffs out.
“So, your first time without a condom was memorable?”
He has no idea. It was more than just no condom; it was being naked with another, being exposed and vulnerable.
“Yeah, Caleb. It was. You were.”
He scoots a little closer. “Good. I want you to remember me.”
My fingers dig in a little harder than they should, holding on. How could I ever forget?
Instead, I just say, “Always.”
And then he cuddles close and falls asleep in my arms.
He’s insatiable, like I knew he would be. When he wakes up the next day, he meets my gaze, and I can clearly see in those blue depths what he wants.
“How about a hike?” I suggest instead.
He snorts and pokes at my chest. “Have you ever hiked a day in your life?”
“I have. The Swiss Alps, if you must know.”
I fucking hated that trip, too. I still remember the way my parents screamed at me in front of the tour guide because I wasn’t fast enough.
“God, you’re such a snob,” he says and then tweaks my nipple and kisses me roughly. It makes my cock perk up, those awful memories suddenly forgotten. When I’m with Caleb, everything else is eclipsed.
“I’m not fucking your ass again today. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He pouts and turns over, throwing an arm over his face.
“Fine. Hiking it is. But just know I’m going to try to change your mind.”
“And just know that I have a will made of steel.”
He snorts again and then breaks into laughter, causing tears to spill down his cheeks.
“Stop laughing at me,” I grumble, but it only makes him laugh harder.
He swipes at his wet eyes. “Will of steel? Pompous much?”
I huff in annoyance. “It’s just how I talk.”
He rolls over onto me and nuzzles at my jaw, still chuckling softly.