Chapter 6 Miguel #2
My hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of him. I can feel his heartbeat racing against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
“You taste so good, baby,” my lips move against his throat, feeling his pulse flutter beneath my tongue.
I continue my descent, my hands gripping his hips as I pull his underwear off and position myself between his now spread legs. Caleb’s breath stutters, his body trembling.
“Mig—” He doesn’t get to finish saying my name before I move. Starting slow, my tongue traces the length of his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside. Caleb moans, his hips bucking off the bed.
I laugh low in my throat as I look at him stretched out in front of me.
God, I’ve missed this.
The weight of him in my hand is exactly how I remember. The shape. The heat. Like my body clocked him before my brain could catch up. I could’ve picked him out blind.
I lean in slowly, because I’ve been wanting this for a while, and I’m not rushing a single second of finally having him back where I want him.
My lips close around him, warm and deliberate, my tongue dragging over the head like I’m reacquainting myself with something I used to know by heart.
His hands tangle into my hair almost immediately, gripping tight, and I hum softly around him before sinking a little deeper, letting my throat relax as I take more of him in.
“Fuck, Miguel,” Caleb gasps, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
I pull back slightly, my lips forming a tight seal around him as I suck hard, my hand wrapping around the base, stroking in time with my mouth.
He throbs, hard and insistent, his body tense with the effort of holding back.
I don’t want him to. I pick up the pace, my other hand finding his nipples, rolling them between my fingers.
Caleb’s moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that makes my dick throb.
His thighs twitch. His abs pull tight under my palms, and I go harder. My mouth and hand work in sync as my tongue flicks the spot and his breath breaks.
“Miguel, fuck,” Caleb warns, his voice a low growl. “So close.”
I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against his damp skin. “Come for me, baby. Let me taste what I do to you.”
He thrusts deep into my mouth and comes undone, his body shaking as he comes down my waiting throat. I swallow every drop, my tongue lapping at him until he’s spent, his muscles relax and the tension drains slowly.
I crawl up his body, kissing his chest, his neck, his jaw before kissing him gently. Caleb’s arms wrap around and hold me close, still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Fuck, God or no God, that thing you did with your tongue should be a sin,” he says, and his praise makes me want to do it all over again. Caleb’s head hits the pillow as he tries to catch his breath. A smirk tugging at my lips, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.
“Maybe I’m the Devil. You’d better get on your knees and pray to me, pretty boy. Then I can do it again.”
Caleb stares at me, lust-drunk. I lean over him, my mouth dangerously close to his. “You wanna kiss the monster, little brother?”
“You’re my monster,” he whispers, voice barely audible.
“That’s right, baby. And this is—” I pause, my hand cupping his cock, and I blink, shocked. “How the fuck are you still hard? You should be soft by now.”
He chuckles at the question. “Because it’s you. Touching me. How could I not be?”
My stomach flutters at the thought that I do this to him.
Caleb’s breath grows ragged, his body trembling with anticipation. “I need you, Miguel. I need you to fuck me. Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
I lower myself and kiss him hard. My hands map every mark and muscle, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.
When I finally pull back, my voice comes out rough. “You want me to fuck you, pretty boy? You want me to fill this tight hole with my cum and make you moan my name?”
Caleb nods, his eyes dark with desire. “Yes, fuck, please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”
“Get on your hands and knees, hermoso.”
I grab the lube from the nightstand. Caleb rolls onto his stomach, back arching as he settles. I quickly prep, my hands shaking slightly as I coat my dick, making sure the piercings are slicked enough. I position myself behind him, squeezing more lube over his tight hole.
Pressing a finger inside him, his body accepting me with ease. “Ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice a low growl.
“Yes, please,” Caleb whispers, his voice trembling. “I’m ready.”
Satisfied with his answer, I line my cock up and push into him slowly, feeling his tight heat glide over all seven of the barbells. Caleb gasps, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing, allowing me to slide deeper.
“That’s it. Let me in, baby.” I start to move, my hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through both of us.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur, my voice strained. “So tight and warm.”
Caleb moans, his hands gripping the sheets, his body arching to meet each stroke. But he’s still slightly tense, holding back, and I can’t have that. Caleb needs to let go and let me take care of him.
“No-no, why’d you stop p-please... I n-need it, I need it so bad.” Caleb looks back at me, his eyes glistening, and fuck, he looks so fucking perfect.
All fucking mine.
“Oh yeah? And what exactly do you need, pretty boy? You know I can’t give you what you want if you don’t use that pretty mouth of yours. Come on, baby. Use your words for me. Tell your big—” I thrust into him, hard, making him whimper. “—brother what he needs to give you.”
“I need to feel you come inside me.” He pants, “Fill me up, Miguel.”
Caleb sounds so pretty when he’s all worked up and begging for my cum. My goal in life is to always make him feel good and feel wanted. Increasing my pace, my hips slam into his ass, the sharp slap echoing through the room.
Breathless moans fracture into cries of pleasure. His back bends, fingers clawing into the mattress as his muscles clamp down around me.
“Come for me, baby,” I grunt, my own release threatening to overwhelm me. But I refuse to come until he does. “Let me feel you. Fall apart for me—I promise I’ll put you back together.”
With a final, deep thrust, a ragged sound tears from his throat as his body locks up. Caleb breaks for me, making a mess of the sheets. The way he tightens around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow, my own release pulling me under.
I slump gently over him, still buried deep inside him. My body is slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. I press a soft kiss to his forehead.
“You okay, baby?”
Caleb nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “More than okay,” he whispers, his fingers skimming my jaw. “I’m perfect.”
Hey, he actually said it. Called himself perfect. Filing that away as a win.
I chuckle softly, pulling out slowly and lying on the bed next to him.
“There is nothing that could ever compare to the way it feels being inside you. Fucking heaven.” I reach over to the nightstand, grab wipes, and begin to clean him up.
Caleb sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed as I take care of him before cleaning myself up and pulling on my underwear.
“You want anything?” I ask, my voice low.
I stand, then retrieve his underwear, setting them on the bed next to him.
Caleb’s eyes open, and he looks at me with so much love it breaks my heart because I realize he trusts me with all of it. He feels safe here. With me.
“I need some water and maybe… a snack,” he admits with a shy smile.
Grinning, I lean over and kiss him. “Coming right up,” I head down the hall to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and put together a small plate of fruit.
By the time I get back, Caleb is propped up on one elbow, watching me.
“Here you go,” I say, opening the water and handing it to him, then setting the plate on the bedside table. “Eat up.”
Caleb takes a sip of water and reaches for a slice of mango, his eyes never leaving mine. “Thank you,” he says, “for everything.”
I sit down beside him, pulling him into my arms. “Anytime, baby.”
We stay like that, just holding each other, because nothing else matters.
Eventually, I pull back, my hand cupping his cheek. “You want to shower now or in the morning?” I ask, my thumb brushing gently over his skin.
Caleb settles against me, a yawn slipping out. “Morning,” he murmurs, his eyes already drifting closed. “I just want to sleep with you.”
I smile, climbing over him to my spot on the bed, grabbing the comforter, and pulling it over us. “You got it,” I whisper, kissing his temple. “I’ve got you, Caleb.”
He snuggles closer, his breath evening out as he drifts off to sleep. I hold him tight, my heart full, knowing that this moment, right here, is everything I’ve ever needed.