Chapter 13 #2
I rub at my eyes and then switch my phone off, telling myself not to go to this stupid party, to stay home, to disappoint him. To show him the man I truly am.
But I can’t stand the thought of hurting him now when I know I’ll eventually do the unforgivable and lose him forever.
So, I’ll try for just a few more days until I’m forced to take action. Forced to pull away forever.
Or you could stay.
Those words are growing stronger each day, a chant inside my head. Dangerous, hopeful.
Almost too much to bear.
Sitting here thinking about that, letting those words chant inside my mind is making it hard to breathe.
Perhaps being around other people will make it quiet down, so I move to the bathroom and shower, changing into a new set of clothes, before heading out.
I’m about thirty minutes late, but hopefully by now the entire thing will be in full swing, and I’ll avoid having to speak to anyone for too long.
Only problem is, when I arrive, I see Caleb leaning into Magnus, the two of them smiling at each other.
I should let them have one another. They’d be perfect together.
He deserves better than you.
I know that, and yet I still cling to it. To him.
I watch them a little too long, my chest constricting until Magnus finally gets up and moves to grab food. It’s then that Caleb notices me from across the room.
His cheeks flush, and I see his pupils dilate.
I really don’t deserve him.
“Hey,” he says, spreading his legs out in front of him. He’s a fucking sight. “You’re late.”
I move toward him, unable to stop myself. “Why is it when I leave you alone with Magnus, I always end up finding you two touching?”
“He’s touchable,” he says with a grin. “Like a bunny or a hamster. He’s very tiny.”
I make a face, and Caleb smirks up at me, seeing the jealousy written clearly across my face.
“You were literally in his ass for over a year, and you don’t see me getting jealous when you spend time with him. Which is often, by the way, but heaven forbid he touches my knee.”
I narrow my eyes, and then Caleb sighs, pulling me onto his lap and pressing his lips to mine. I try to fight it, to show him how truly upset I am, but I can’t resist him for long. He’s a temptation I can’t deny.
I lean into him, my lips parting, my tongue delving into his mouth. He tastes like bubble gum, like something purely Caleb.
“Ew, keep that PDA locked up!” someone shouts, and Caleb pulls his mouth away from mine and glances over to a group of people shooting us looks, some amused and some with their faces screwed up in annoyance.
“Don’t be jealous that I have the hottest piece of ass here,” Caleb shouts, and I nearly melt into the floor. Why he insists on declaring things about me being hot is beyond me.
Caleb doesn’t seem to mind the shouts back, just presses a kiss to my temple and whispers, “There’s nothing to be jealous of. Can’t get enough of you. They all know this.”
I close my eyes, but they’re forced open when he adds, “By the way, my ass still hurts. Think I saw a handprint on my left cheek in the mirror.”
I wet my lips and then brush a finger across his mouth. He pulls it in, sucking on it, making my cock hard.
“Shouldn’t have been such a smart ass then,” I reply, and he rolls his eyes as I pull my finger from him.
“Worth it. I’d do it more often if it gets you to do that thing with your tongue again.”
I try to stand up, to put some space between us, but he just holds on to me tighter.
“Not yet.”
I shouldn’t let him do this, but I’m a total pushover when it comes to him.
“You’ve been distant,” he says softly when I relax into him.
My eyes sting at those words. “I’ve been busy.”
“Nah, there’s something else. Will you tell me, Whit? Let me in?”
I stiffen against him, my head pounding. “There’s nothing to tell, Caleb.”
He presses a soft kiss on my neck before loosening his arms around me. I don’t like that he lets go so quickly. Will he let me go this easily when he finds out the truth?
I stand up and look down at him.
He stares back, and my hand extends toward him, an olive branch. He takes it easily, just like he always does, and I guide him to the food table.
Handing him a plate, I ask, “Are you packed for our trip?”
He stares at me, and I huff a laugh.
“Fine, we’ll pack when we get back. And you will use that duffel bag I bought you. If I see that plastic bag one more time…”
“That bag has served me for many years,” he replies as he shovels food onto his plate.
“You got it at a Walmart. I threw it away, by the way.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth and shrugs. “I’ll find another.” When I just glower at him, he grins. “Just kidding, babe. I love the bag you got me. I promise to use it from now on.”
Then he leans over and kisses me, full of tongue and teeth.
It ignites something inside of me, and I lean over and say softly, “When we get home, I’m going to spank that ass red again and then fuck you into the mattress.
Maybe I’ll even find another one of your deplorable plastic bags and tie you up with it, so you’ll have no choice but to let me do whatever I want to you. ”
He inhales sharply, and I see his free hand move down to his crotch, adjusting himself.
I love that my words can send him into a frantic, horny state. It’s amazing to watch.
“You know when you say things like that, how I get,” he hisses when we finally sit down. “You’re literally torturing me. And at Friendsgiving, no less. It’s shameful, man.”
I reach beneath the table and brush my knuckles across his hard length, making him nearly choke on his mashed potatoes.
“I think we should just go now,” he says, his food forgotten.
But I think I need to torture him a little more.
I spread my napkin across my lap and pick up my fork. “I think I’ll stay for a while.”
He stares at me in disbelief for the rest of the evening until I finally take him home and make good on my promise.
He sleeps like the dead, his wrists slightly chaffed from being tied up, his cheeks flushed, and his hair rumpled from the rough way I took him. The way he begged, the way his cum coated his stomach. Not once, but three times.
God, I can’t get enough of him.
I’ve never had so much sex. Such gratifying, all-consuming sex.
It’s just something about him. He’s put a spell on me.
He rolls further on top of me as the sun pierces the blinds, reminding me it’s one less day I have with him.
The end looms near.
My hands massage his sore ass as he nuzzles into me further.
“Don’t stop,” he mutters, sounding sleepy.
“We’ve got to head out.”
He groans in dismay. “Not yet. Just a few more hours, then we can go.”
My hands run up his back, mapping each part of him, storing them in my mind to pull out later when I’m alone once again.
“Your aunt wants us there soon. I have to help with the pies.”
He leans up and stares down at me, those blue eyes hooded with sleep.
“Pies?”
“I happen to be great at making pie.”
He grins and presses a sloppy kiss against my mouth.
“You’re full of surprises. I’d be hard again if I weren’t so wrung out.”
“I bet, but there wouldn’t be time for that anyway. It’s time to get up.” Even though I say this, I continue to massage up and down his back, giving him no incentive to move. And after a few minutes, I can feel him start to doze off.
We really do need to leave. I hate being late.
A trauma response, my therapist said.
I wet my lips slightly and then focus my mind back on Caleb, on what this week will mean for him.
“Your aunt told me the significance of this week.”
He tenses slightly, but I massage it away.
He melts into me once more. “I haven’t really thought about it, to be honest.”
“Will you promise to tell me how I can help? Will you let me be there for you?”
He presses a kiss to my neck, a long one, one that rests against my pulse like he’s feeling my heartbeat.
“Yeah.”
Silence spills between us until he says shyly, “You can come with me to visit her. If you want. I’d like to introduce you.”
My fingers tighten against him, and I feel a nervous thrum hit my chest. “I’d love nothing more. I’m sure she was a wonderful woman.”
He exhales shakily. “She was the best.”
I let him remember her in the stillness—just like I’ll remember him when he’s gone—before finally glancing at the time. “We really need to move and get going, Caleb.”
“Give me an incentive,” he mutters, making no move to get off me.
“I’ll eat your ass in the shower.”
He hops off me and runs to the bathroom, not even looking back.
“You do amazing things with your tongue,” Caleb says as I drive us down the freeway to Aunt Del’s place. “I’m going to be dreaming about it for years to come.”
His eyes are closed, his cock still half hard from earlier.
I admit, I did do amazing things with my tongue. It was probably some of my best work. The way he arched back, asking for more. I gave it to him so fucking good.
“Hopefully, more like decades with how much you screamed.”
“Shut up, man. Never had my asshole licked before. It was transcendent. Saw Jesus for a moment there.”
I let out a small laugh.
“Can I do that to you? Would you let me?”
My car swerves slightly, and I clear my throat. “If you want.”
He closes his eyes with a happy sigh. “Oh, babe. I so do. Tonight, yeah? I’m going to eat you so good.”
I imagine it, him between my legs, my knees on my chest, his tongue delving into me.
I’ve never wanted that before, but for some reason, I want to try it with him.
We drive toward the high desert in comfortable silence, Caleb dozing on and off in the passenger seat, his cock getting harder the closer we get to our destination.
By the time we arrive, he stares down at his crotch despondently.
“You have deep-seated issues that need to be resolved,” I say with a smug smile.
“My issue is you being so sexy,” he pouts, and I can’t help but reach over and caress it, a promise of what I will do to him later.
“Better get it under control,” I whisper as I see his family barrel toward us. “Here they come.”
He glances out the window and curses, tossing a jacket over his crotch as Aunt Del, Sem, Luke, Anne, and Liam make their way toward us.
“Motherfuck.”
I bite back a smile as I slide from the car and am immediately enveloped by Aunt Del, followed by Sem, Luke, and Liam, who all aggressively slap me on the back.
Then there’s Anne, who pulls me in for a crushing hug.
I’m still not sure what to do with all this affection, but it’s growing on me.
This, right here, might be worth all the money in the world. And yet, I’m planning on giving it all up. And for what?
“Was traffic bad?” Aunt Del asks as Caleb rushes over and picks her up, swinging her around in a circle.
“Put me down,” she squeals. Caleb eventually lets her go and then moves to swing Anne around.
“Glad you made it this time,” he tells her, and I turn my gaze to Sem, who is watching me intently.
“Where’s Magnus?” he asks, and I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Why would he be here?”
He shrugs just as Caleb calls over to me. “Hey, babe! Anne’s going to paint us. Nude. For a wedding present.”
I flush crimson at that, and he just beams happily at my discomfort. I swear he does this on purpose.
“Don’t want to think of you two naked together. Seeing that once was enough,” Luke chimes in as Caleb moves toward me and rests a chin on my shoulder.
Aunt Del moves up to me and squeezes me against her once more. “Alright, Whit. Let’s get started on those pies, then you boys can head out for some wheelin’.”
“I’m not letting you drive me around in that truck,” I tell Caleb sternly.
He presses a sloppy kiss to my lips and waggles his eyebrows. “Nah, babe. You’re going to drive me.”
I sputter and then gasp when he slaps my ass in front of everyone.
“Better get in and make those pies. We’ve got shit to do.”