32. nathan
32
nathan
My body practically trembles with excitement the moment I hop off the back of his bike.
“That was incredible,” I laugh, shaking out my hair as Caleb parks in the underground garage of his building.
“Now you see why I’m obsessed with the thing,” he says, smiling and running a hand through his hair.
“Have you named it yet?” I ask, holding the stairwell door open as we exit the garage.
“Yeah…” he murmurs, nervously biting his lip as he walks ahead of me.
I groan and roll my eyes. “You didn’t. ”
“Listen, she was with me when I bought it. It felt fitting at the time,” he laughs over his shoulder.
“No wonder you two were so tied together. Naming your bike after her? You might as well have performed a blood-binding ceremony,” I tease as we walk down the hallway toward the elevator. He presses the button for the 10th floor, and we both wait as the doors close. I clutch Caleb’s helmet in my hands, and he does the same.
He looks so good in this gear. Of course he’s a motorcycle guy. It fits him perfectly.
I shake my head, laughing to myself.
“What?” he grins.
“I just can’t believe I’m here,” I say, swallowing hard. His eyes flick to my throat, and I know he notices. He shuts his mouth, his smile fading into something darker, more intense.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmurs, closing the space between us. He shifts his helmet to the side and presses his body against mine, our pelvises aligning in one perfect, aching line.
He tilts his head and kisses me hard—urgent, like he can’t wait another second. We both breathe heavily, our hips grinding together.
Just then, the elevator dings. We break apart quickly, giving ourselves space.
We must look crazed because the elderly woman who enters looks at us with confusion and mild alarm.
“Hi, Mrs. Kravitz,” Caleb says, smiling awkwardly.
“Hello, dear. You two having a good night?” she asks, shuffling in with her tiny Shih Tzu.
We sneak past her.
Caleb pinches my ass as he passes.
“Just the best,” I laugh. “Night!” he calls back.
“Night, dear,” she replies as the elevator doors close. Right before the doors close, Caleb smacks my ass so loudly, I’m sure she must’ve heard the crack.
“You little shit,” I laugh, chasing after him. He glances back, laughing, trying to dodge me, but I catch up easily, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him in.
“Making me look bad in front of Mrs. Kravitz?” I laugh, poking his sides.
“No!” he yelps, struggling, but I’ve got the upper hand this time. It feels so damn good seeing him tangled up beneath me, helpless.
My dick likes it too. Fuck.
Thankfully, we must’ve reached his door because he stops resisting.
I let go, still laughing, as he shuffles his keys, looking for the right one.
“I could’ve taken you down back there if I really wanted to,” he says, unlocking the door.
“I’d like to see you try,” I challenge. He shoots me a look, heat simmering behind his eyes. My dick twitches.
He opens the door and tilts his head for me to go first.
I step inside and glance around as he flicks on the light. Of course his place is gorgeous—we’re in the Upper East Side. It’s spacious, well-lit, full of style and personality. A far cry from my cramped one-bedroom flat on the opposite side of the city, where my kitchen, dining room, and bedroom all share the same square footage.
Yeah, his place is amazing.
“Nice place,” I say, eyeing the magazines spread out on the kitchen island.
“It does its job.” He sets his helmet on the counter, and I do the same. “I’m probably moving in a few months,” he adds with a sigh.
“What? Where? Why?” I ask, heart racing.
He chuckles. “Not far. Just getting my own place.”
“Something happen with Tony?” I sit on a barstool.
“No, nothing like that. I’ll just need something a little smaller. I… sort of quit my job,” Caleb says, running a hand through his hair as he walks to the fridge. “Drink?”
“Please.” I nod, leaning on the counter, waiting for more.
He pulls out vodka and Sprite, and I smile at his go-to combo.
“I’ve always done everything to make my dad happy,” he says while grabbing two rocks glasses and dropping in some ice. “But after Toronto, I realized I’ve spent so much of my life under his control, doing what he wants. I’ve barely figured out what I want.” He pours the drinks and hands me mine.
“So… what do you want?” I ask, lifting my glass to my lips. He watches me, deep in thought, before taking a sip of his own.
“I want the freedom to figure it out,” he says with a sigh. “Starting with my job. I was never going to learn how to stand on my own two feet if I kept going the way I was going. Everyone knows it.” He gives a soft smile.
I return it, glancing at my glass.
“And secondly… I want the freedom to love whoever I want.”
I look up, startled. His ocean-blue eyes are locked on mine.
“You what?” I ask.
“… I came out to him,” Caleb says quietly.
I pause, needing a second. I get up and walk into the living room, taking a big sip of my drink.
“What did you come out as exactly?” I ask, throat dry.
“Bisexual. I’m attracted to both men and women,” he says, standing taller.
“How did he take it? Are you okay?” I step toward him, worry rising in my chest. His dad… I’ve heard those tense phone calls. I’ve never known the full story.
“He actually took it better than I expected,” Caleb says gently, walking over to me. “He was cool with it.”
I nod, relief washing over me. “Good. That’s really good, Caleb. I’d hate for him to be upset.” I pause. “Wait—is that why you didn’t reach out this past week? You’ve been dealing with all this?”
He shifts. “Yes and no. I was also scared you were mad at me for leaving you in Toronto. I can’t believe I let you down again… I think I’ve been scared about how much I was feeling,” he says, eyes dropping to the floor.
“I get it. I was pissed at first, but…” I set my drink down and step closer, gripping his arms. “I’m happy you’re here now.”
His expression softens. His shoulders drop.
“You really care about hurting me, huh?” I smile.
Caleb nods slowly. “More than you know. I don’t ever want to hurt you again.”
My heart thuds. “I mean… you’re only human. We all fuck up sometimes,” I whisper. “But if you try really, really hard… I bet you won’t again.”
Caleb bends, places his glass beside mine, and brings both hands to my cheeks.
“I’ll take that bet,” he says, and I bury my hands in his hair, pulling him into a kiss.
We devour each other, our hands roaming, our dicks already hard and brushing through our jeans.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I pant between kisses. His tongue slips into my mouth, hungry and possessive. He tastes like vodka and spearmint. Addicting.
“Me too. I can’t get enough of you,” he groans, pushing me onto the couch. I drop back, and he immediately starts unbuckling my belt.
Panting, I stare down at him. Caleb Brown, on his knees, scrambling to get me out of my pants.
I must be dreaming.
He presses his mouth against my boxers, sucking me through the fabric.
“Jesus,” I moan, bucking my hips up. “You’re such a tease.”
He grins around me, licking up and down before yanking down my boxers, freeing me completely.
The moment his lips touch the head of my dick, I throw my head back with a guttural moan. I’m so pent up—I haven’t even touched myself since last weekend.
“Nathaniel,” he breathes. My eyes flutter open to meet his. “I want you tonight.”
I smirk. “Whatever you want. You have me.”
He swallows hard. I watch his Adam’s apple bob.
“No, I mean… I want you. I’ve prepared myself—just in case this happened.” He strokes me, slow and deliberate.
I tense, trying to wrap my head around it.
“You mean…”
He nods, biting his lip. “I did some research. I wanted to be ready for you. I also got tested. I’m clean. Negative for everything.”
He dives back down, sucking lower than ever. My eyes roll back.
“Caleb,” I pant, gripping his hair, gently tugging him up to meet my eyes. “I got tested too. After we got home. I’m all good.”
He looks at me and grins, and we both laugh—nervous and relieved. “I’ve also…uh–” He swallows deeply. “Been practicing…with my fingers.”
I stare at him, shocked. He’s been preparing… for me. I kiss him, hard and grateful.
“Bedroom. Now.” I grunt, getting to my feet.
He rises quickly and grabs my hand so I can follow him down the hallway, turning into what must be his bedroom.
A true bachelor’s room—like the rest of the house, it’s decorated to the nines with modern art. Album covers line the dark navy walls, and multiple guitars lean on their stands in the corner.
I refocus my attention on Caleb as he slips off his shirt, revealing more of his disgustingly beautiful body.
“Fuck,” I mutter, walking over and rubbing my palms along his hard chest. He wraps his mouth around my neck, kissing and sucking every inch of skin he can. I don’t even care if he gives me a hickey—I want to be marked. All the ones he gave me have faded and I need more. I want proof of how much he wants me too.
I guide him back toward the bed and give him a firm push until he drops onto the mattress.
“Damn, Nathaniel,” he laughs, brushing his black hair out of his face.
I smirk, lowering my pants to my ankles. Slowly, I pull my dick out of my boxers and drop those to the floor too.
“Oh fuck,” Caleb breathes, eyes fixed on me. He’s a sight—flushed, breathless, his dick hard and straining against his pants.
His hand presses against his hard-on, drawing a sharp breath from his lips. I close the distance, unzip his pants, and yank down both his pants and boxers in one motion.
“That’s it,” I breathe. His dick is ready—thick, hard, gorgeous. My mouth waters. He tilts his head back as I lower down, kissing the tip before sucking it gently and then sliding him as deep as I can manage.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he moans. I move steadily, up and down. He feels incredible. Tastes even better. I lick his tip and taste the pre-cum, moaning softly around him. I love this. Too much.
Reaching between us, I fondle his balls softly, feeling him squirm beneath me.
I pick up my pace, and his balls start to tighten in my hand.
“Nathaniel, I—” he gasps, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
I don’t stop. I want him to come for me. We have all night and this is just the beginning. I massage his balls, spit trickling down past his sack. I trail it with my fingers, lightly circling his rim.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chants. His hands are in my hair, trembling. His breathing scatters—he’s unraveling and I’m loving it.
“That’s my baby. Come for me,” I breathe, popping my mouth off his dick. I return to sucking, now more urgently, while twirling my finger around his hole.
“Nathaniel,” he moans. His back arches off the bed. I grip the base of his dick just as warm spurts of cum hit my tongue. I swallow each pump, loving the way his body jerks.
“That’s it,” I hum, kissing up and down his shaft. I don’t remove my fingers from his ass.
“Mmmm,” he moans, dazed.
“Where’s your lube?” I whisper.
“Nightstand. On the right,” he mutters. I don’t waste time. I jump off the bed, open the drawer, and find the Astroglide among keychains, coins, a watch, and his passport. I smile at the sight of it. I hope the next time he travels, it’s with me.
Popping off the cap, I squirt some onto my fingers and set the bottle beside us.
I lie down next to him. “God, you’re beautiful,” I say, watching his face. His eyes open, and he smiles softly. He places a hand on my chest, rubbing my nipple with his thumb.
“I love the way you look at me,” he breathes, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.
“I love looking at you,” I smile, then glance at his dick. “Are you ready for another one?”
“Yes please,” he begs.
Fuck. I nearly come from just those two words.
“You’re killing me,” I moan, dropping my head to his. I reach between his legs and spread his thighs wider.
“Breathe for me,” I whisper. My lubed finger circles his rim again and slowly presses in, meeting that first tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck,” he winces, tensing.
“Show me how well you’ve been practicing.” God, that’s so hot he’s been doing that. Just thinking about him alone, pressing into himself, drives me nuts. “Open up for me, baby.” I kiss his forehead.
He hesitates. His brow furrows. But then he exhales, relaxing just enough. I press deeper. He tenses again, gripping my shoulders.
“You’re doing great, baby. Keep relaxing for me,” I whisper.
“You think I’m doing a good job?” he asks, eyes glistening. That look—he wants to hear it and I’ll never get tired of telling him.
“You’re doing amazing. Look at how well you’re taking my finger,” I say, sliding it out, then back in.
His chest rises and falls rapidly. He spreads his legs further, placing his feet flat on the bed.
“That’s it. There you go.” I ease in further. Perfect,. He’s taking me much easier now. It’s so much easier with lube than the spit we were going with in the hotel.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I nuzzle into his neck. My dick is painfully hard, but this is about him . I want him ready. Comfortable.
“You turn me on so fucking much,” I groan, thrusting against his hip for some friction. “I love watching you.”
“Oh god,” he moans. I slip my finger out and press a second one in beside it, pushing them both in gently.
“You’re taking it so well. I’m so fucking proud of you.” I lick his neck. He moans louder now, rocking his hips into my hand.
“That feels… good,” he breathes.
Fuck, yes.
“That’s what I like to hear.” I smile, biting softly at his neck. I curl my fingers and that’s when his hand flies to the back of my head, gripping my hair tight.
“Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good.”
“There it is,” I whisper. “Yes, baby. Keep telling me.” I rock my dick into his hip again.
“More. I need more,” he groans through his teeth.
“Not until you can handle three. Do you think you’re ready?”
He nods fast. “Please. Fuck!”
I smile and press in the third finger. He tenses again, so I reach for the lube, coat my fingers, and slide them in more easily. His back arches as all three sink in.
“Caleb, fuck,” I moan, my dick leaking against his hip. I adjust myself between his legs, getting a better view. His stomach flexes with each thrust of my fingers.
“Can’t believe you’re all mine,” I groan.
I start to pump my dick slowly, but stop quickly—one more stroke and I’ll lose it.
“All yours.” Caleb pants. “Do it. I’m ready.”
That’s my cue.
I slide my fingers out, grab more lube, and slick my dick, moaning as I stroke it. But nothing— nothing —will feel as good as being inside him.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, leaning over him.
His half-lidded eyes meet mine. “I love you, Nathaniel. Yes, I trust you.”
My heart explodes. I wasn’t expecting him to say that. Holy fuck.
He loves me.
“I love you too,” I breathe. The weight of unspoken feelings finally lifts.
I line myself up with his entrance. “I fucking love you,” I say again. Because it feels so damn good saying it out loud.
He nods, his eyebrows slanted as I press in—slow, careful.
“You’re such a good fucking boy,” I whisper, biting my lip. He’s tight—so tight. I hold back everything just to keep it together.
“Do it again,” he begs.
I shift slightly out, then in again, slowly pushing past that first ring of resistance.
I moan. “So good,” I rest my head on his shoulder, guiding myself in, inch by inch.
He clutches my shoulders, pulling me closer, maybe without even realizing it.
Finally, I bottom out. I gasp for air, overwhelmed. His heat, his tightness—it’s everything.
“You feel so fucking good.” I rush out. “I’m trying so hard not to come. Are you okay?” I lift my head and look into his eyes.
He smiles, dazed. “I feel so full.”
“Good.” I nod.
“Please, move,” he mutters.
I bite my lip and start thrusting slowly.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. We’re actually doing this.
“Yes, shit. Harder,” he begs, gripping my shoulder.
That’s all it takes. I thrust into him harder, faster, losing all sense of rhythm as pleasure overwhelms me.
“You feel—” I try, but the words won’t come.
“I know…”
He places his hands on my waist, pulling me deeper inside him.
“You’re a fucking animal,” I laugh, shaking my head.
He smiles, chest rising and falling with every breath. “Show me how much you love me.”
“Damn,” I moan. It’s too much—pleasure coils through every nerve in my body. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I don’t want it to end. But I’m afraid I don’t have a choice.
I glance down at Caleb’s dick, resting prettily against his stomach. Plump. Hard again. Like it’s come back to life after the orgasm that wrecked him just moments ago.
Good.
I wrap my hand around him, and his body jerks at the sudden contact.
“Nathaniel,” he moans as I start pumping, fast and firm.
“You’re gonna come with me this time,” I pant, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts.
His eyes shut, and he throws his head back.
“Eyes on me,” I grunt. “I want you to watch me make you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” Caleb gasps, reaching up and pulling me close. I hover above his lips as he whispers, “I’ve always been yours,” shuddering under my touch. I crash my lips into his, kissing him with everything I have.
“Show me,” I murmur, breaking the kiss and sitting back on my heels. This angle must hit him just right because he cries out in pleasure. “Show me,” I repeat, slamming into him as I jerk him off.
“Nathaniel, I—I’m—” he moans.
“Ffff—fuck,” I groan, coming hard. I pulse deep inside him, longer and stronger than ever before. Pure ecstasy that feels like it’s lasting forever. My dick swells in his ass and I swear, I think I levitate.
I open my eyes and watch Caleb as he spills across his stomach. At some point, he’s taken over from my hand, but I don’t care. Watching him come undone, stroking himself to completion, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
His abs tense as the last of his release spills across the ridges.
“That’s a good boy,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss him gently.
“Mmm,” he moans, completely spent. I smile and slowly slip out of him, watching as my cum glistens down his crease and onto the sheets.
My dick twitches at the sight. Holy fuck. Am I ever going to get enough of him?
“You were perfect,” I whisper, crawling up his body and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before rushing off to the bathroom.
It takes a bit of rummaging, but I find a towel and run warm water over it. I clean myself up, then return to the bedroom to clean him off too. I toss the towel in a nearby laundry bin and climb back into bed.
“That was… the best sex I’ve ever had,” Caleb mutters as I lay my head on his arm, already waiting for me.
“I don’t have to think. I know,” I say with a soft smile, nuzzling in.
“Nathaniel, that’s rude. Poor Sarah,” he fake cringes.
“Don’t you dare bring up your ex right after we just had mind-blowing sex,” I tease, nudging my knee into his thigh.
He laughs. “Mind-blowing, huh?”
I open my eyes and meet his. He’s smiling.
“Sounds exactly right.”
I bite my lip. “Half an hour nap and we go for round two?”
He cups my face, pulling me in. “I don’t think I can wait half an hour.”
And then he kisses me so deeply, my toes curl.