21. caleb
21
caleb
I didn’t even realize I fell asleep, but I guess two back-to-back orgasms would do that to a person.
Can’t say I never had wild hookups before, but damn - that was on a whole other level.
If I’m being honest with myself…I’ve never come so hard before in my life. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so connected with anyone else. And it’s not just because he’s a guy. I think…it has to be because it was with him . Something about how controlling he is. Telling me he wanted to take care of me? That I was deserving of someone who cared? It was all so…new to me. It was just so… unexpected. But definitely not in a bad way.
I love the way he touches me. The way he combs his fingers through my hair. The way he listens to what I like and does it again and again.
Ugh, I almost groan again just thinking about it.
If today is anything like last night, it's going to be the best day ever. And we don’t even have to do anything sexual. As mind-blowing as last night was, I'm just having such a great time being with him. Having all of his attention on me without the hovering cloud of what I did to him years ago or what we came here to do sounds like heaven. Just me and him. All day.
I open my eyes to see the sun peeking through the curtains.
I look to my left and see Nathaniel’s back spread across the sheets. His arms are tucked under his pillow, underneath his head. His tan skin glistens against the white bed sheets. The sheets sit perfectly on his hips, right below his back dimples. He looks fucking delicious.
I look down at my own body. Yup, still naked... and still painfully hard.
I don’t think—after everything we did last night—that I’ll ever be soft around him again.
I wanted to talk about it last night, but it didn’t seem like he was really into having the conversation. I want to tell him how much I like what we did… but more than that, I want to tell him that I like him. A-fucking-lot. It’s confusing, but… I feel like we wasted a lot of years over my dumb mistake. And if he feels even a sliver as to how I feel right now…what are we doing here?
If only I could wipe what I did away and get that time back. Would we have gotten here earlier? Where even are we? How does he even feel about all of this? Ugh! So many questions.
But clearly, he wants to keep things simple. I can do simple. Especially if that means getting to do what we did last night again. Maybe he’ll even let me kiss him.
Out of all the firsts I want to experience with him, it hurts that his first kiss was stolen from me. I was pissed then and I’m still pissed now. It should’ve been mine.
I turn onto my stomach and shuffle closer to him. Rubbing my thumbs up and down his spine, I hear a soft moan.
“So good,” his raspy morning voice says, muffled by his pillow.
“Perfect. I want you to feel good for me.” I bite his shoulder softly. He moans again, this time slowly turning over to his back, exposing his front.
My eyes widen at the sight of his hard dick tenting the sheets. He's going to poke someone’s eye out with that thing.
Moving my hand down his stomach, under the sheets, I slowly wrap my hand around his dick and start pumping. I think I might have some lube in my bag but I’m too lazy to check and honestly, I want to stay right here. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he starts rocking his hips back and forth, matching my pace.
“Just like that.” I encourage him softly, kissing his pec. His skin tastes so sweet. I can’t help but keep kissing, giving him small licks along his abs.
“Fuck. This is one hell of a way to wake up.” He smiles, reaching for something on the nightstand.
I squeeze harder, prompting another moan from his lips.
It takes me a second to register what he’s reaching for until I see him pick up his glasses.
My eyes widen as my stomach flips. “Holy shit, I missed those.” I gasp.
He nervously laughs. “I uh–don’t have my contacts in and I kinda want to see you.”
This isn’t helping my throbbing boner at all.
Hello, Clark Kent.
“Please wear those all day. I beg you.” I groan as I rest my cheek on his chest.
He chuckles softly and buries his fingers into my hair.
Not to be dramatic or anything, but I need some friction or else I'm going to die.
I lower myself down to his waist until my face is positioned right above his dick.
“Woah, what are you doing?” he gasps. His eyes wide as though what I’m about to do is the biggest shock of the century.
I lick my lips, pumping him lazily. “Your dick is mine. You hear me?”
His lips quirk up at the side. “Yeah,” he replies breathily.
I'm done waiting. I'm really going to do this. This isn’t just any guy’s dick. This is Nathaniel's dick, and that makes me feel so unbelievably excited. I wrap my lips around just the tip, feeling it twitch between my lips. I position my tongue underneath the smooth ridge and flick lightly. He tastes like… well, himself. There really isn’t a taste, but he's soft and warm, and it feels so nice hearing him moan as my mouth surrounds him.
I suck lightly at first and then once I get comfortable, I start pushing my mouth lower.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he gasps, propping himself up by his elbows so he can watch from a better angle.
There it is again. Baby. I think I fucking love it, hearing that name from him. It makes me feel like I’m all his. He’s owning me. Marking me as his own. Something I should’ve been a long time ago.
I look up at him as I bob my head slowly up and down his shaft.
I pop my lips off of him. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Oh God. I’ll say anything. Whatever you want. As long as you keep going,” His hips are rocking as I twist my palm up and down his length.
“Say this dick is mine,” I demand before sucking him down again.
“Oh, fuck. This dick is yours,” he moans. His eyes shut as I feel his dick twitch and harden even more in my mouth.
“Eyes on me,” I grunt, placing my lips along the side of his shaft and running my lips up and down softly.
Damn, hopefully all the girls I’ve hooked up have taught me well. I’m just repeating what I know I like and listening to the way he’s responding.
“You’re doing such a fucking good job, baby,” he moans as if he read my mind. He always does that. I moan around him, letting that name caress my insides and fill me up.
He lifts up one of his hands and grabs onto my hair. Careful not to pull me down, he threads his fingers through.
“This is such a fucking pretty sight to watch. You look so damn perfect with my dick in your mouth,” he praises.
My eyes roll to the back of my head with that. Shit, do I have a praise kink? It makes me feel all warm and it's like each praise is a direct stroke to my dick.
I moan as I search for some friction of my own. Leaning into the bed, I can’t help but rub myself against the sheets.
“I’ll never get tired of this.” His head rolls back as I quicken my pace.
Me either.
It's hard to take the whole dick in my mouth, but what I can’t fit, I stroke in my hand. He clearly likes that, and I twist my hand softly. My hand becomes wet from the drool pooling around my mouth and dripping down his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. I reach up with my other hand and rub his balls with my palm. “Jesus,” he cries out.
He sounds marvelous. The sounds of him, the taste, the feel. It's all so much.
“I want you so fucking bad. I’ve never wanted something so fucking bad,“ he moans.
Is that true? Holy shit…
I whimper at his words as a huge rush of sensation washes over me. I roll my hips into the mattress as he digs his hand into my hair even harder, which triggers my release.
“F-f-fuck,” he cries out, thrusting into my mouth. His dick goes farther back than before, making me gag, but I don’t mind. I want it all. I want it as deep as I can take it.
Suddenly, a rush of cum pulses into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. It barely tastes like anything at all and I quickly swallow it down. He moans at my throat tightening around him, and I marvel at the way his body moves under me as he repeatedly moans my name and other nonsensical words.
“Holy shit,” he pants, running his free hand through his hair and staring up at the ceiling. I finally slip my mouth off of him once I'm sure he's completely finished.
I rest my head on his thigh as we both catch our breath. He strokes my hair softly as we both come back down to Earth.
“Do you want me to-” he starts. I laugh, patting him on the inner side of his thigh.
“Nah, dude. I sort of…managed to myself,” I say, looking down at my mess all over the sheets under my stomach.
He chuckles, gripping my hair tightly with his fingers. “That’s uh…actually really fucking hot,” he admits.
I lift my head to look at him as a blush creeps up his neck and onto his face.
Oh, how I want to jump him all over again.
“I can’t believe you did that,” he laughs, running his hands over his face.
“Yeah well, someone had to. You were going to poke a hole through the blanket with that steel rod you had.” I smile, getting off the bed.
I can feel his eyes on me as I walk over to the bathroom. I look over my shoulder to see that I was right— he is totally watching my ass.
“You’re not subtle, you know,” I snicker, shutting the door behind me.
After wiping myself off and brushing my teeth, I hear a knock on the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” I ask, opening it up. I see Nathaniel standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts, his chest and abs on full display. I notice small, faint hickey marks crawling up his neck. My dick twitches yet again at the sight of them.
Dammit, I'm naked - he probably saw that. His eyes flit down to my dick and then back up, biting his lip.
This guy is going to be the death of me.
“Don’t shower yet,” he states. My eyebrow quirks up. Again, already?
He rolls his eyes, obviously sensing what I'm thinking. “Let’s go for a run.”