Caelyx #3
Satisfied with his response, I finally flipped open the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down before nuzzling my face into the open V of warm skin I’d exposed, my mouth watering as I breathed him in.
He wriggled under me, and I could barely contain a groan.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband and peeling them down his legs, I grinned when he kicked a little to help me drag them off.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, the tension in my lower stomach exploding to send lust spiraling through my entire body. He was so stupidly hot. Slim, but with just enough lean muscle that everything was tight and firm and absolutely fucking perfect.
I knew Aspen was on hormones, and I’d done my research on what trans guys on testosterone would look like, but that had been clinical.
Seeing him spread out in front of me was even more incredible than I’d hoped.
His dick was small, just a couple inches, but it was swollen, needy, and waiting for my mouth.
I wanted to feel it pulsing and throbbing against my tongue until he was moaning my name.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
Sliding my hands under him to clutch onto his ass, I yanked him closer to me, closing my mouth over his cock. His hips jerked in my grip, his gasp ending on a shocked moan as his fingers carded through my hair again.
“Oh my god,” he panted out, as my tongue slid over him. “Fuck. Fuck. That’s so…” He trailed off, apparently unable to decide what it was, and I felt his back arch as his head dropped down onto his pillows.
Bobbing my head as I sucked him, I let my tongue swirl around the tip of his cock with every movement, until his moans became throaty and raw, like he couldn’t physically hold them back.
All my senses were dialed into him, and it was so hot I could barely keep from grinding into the side of the mattress.
My balls were aching, I was so ready to come, but I also felt like I’d die if I didn’t make him come first.
I felt his hands leave my hair, and instantly his gorgeous, needy moans became muffled. Breathing harshly, I nipped at the inside of his thigh.
“Don’t cover your mouth.”
“I…” He didn’t finish his thought, and when I glanced up to him, my cock gave a harsh throb in my boxers. He was pink all over, pupils dilated and chest heaving, with the back of his hand pressed against his mouth. He looked desperate, but also intensely embarrassed.
“Don’t,” I requested again, before laving my tongue up the length of his cock. He shivered, his whole body tensing up as a throaty whine poured out from his mouth. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
He swallowed hard before forcing his next sentence out, so quiet I could barely hear him. “It’s just that I really hate the way that I sound.”
It took me a moment to process his statement, the lack of blood flow to my brain lending the task more difficulty than normal. Was this one of those things I could push him on, or was it something I needed to navigate carefully? Was it because he thought he sounded… Feminine?
“You sound so fucking hot,” I said. “I could blow my load just listening to you.”
He snorted, chuckling a tiny bit, but didn’t pull his hand from his mouth.
“It just feels… Loud,” he admitted.
“No one’s standing at the door listening to us,” I pointed out gently. “It’s just me and you.”
Had the other guys he’d hooked up with let him stifle his moans? Or… Maybe it hadn’t ever been a problem before me. The thought of that had a whole new surge of desire rising up in me, a renewed desperation to worship him with my mouth until he was sobbing out my name.
“Listen,” I added on before he could say anything else. “How about this? When it’s my turn and you’re sucking my dick, I’ll scream for you like we’re in a porno, and then there’s no way you can be embarrassed about the way you sound.”
He broke out in a fit of laughter, dragging his hands up to cover his whole face now, but the nervous tension in his body had ebbed a bit.
“Please don’t,” he begged, making me laugh with him.
“Relax,” I pleaded. “Be sweet for me, Cupcake.”
He exhaled, flicking his gaze up to the ceiling at my words, but nodded.
“Just hold onto me,” I suggested and he reached out to pet a hand over my thick waves of hair. Fuck. Staring up at him from between his legs, feeling his fingers carding through my hair, I could have stayed there for the rest of my life.
Wrapping my lips back around him, I couldn’t quite manage to hold back a shudder at his body’s reaction.
The way the muscles in his thighs bunched up, and how his hips quivered in my hands.
I knew it was crazy, certifiably insane, but in that moment I was sure no one else would ever captivate me as much as he did.
It didn’t take long for his body to get back into it.
He scrambled further up onto the bed to plant his feet on the edge, giving him leverage to grind his hips up into my mouth.
I could tell part of him was still embarrassed, still trying to bite back his loudest moans, but he didn’t cover his mouth again.
He was trying, which was all I could ask.
“Caelyx.” Finally, my name tumbled out, and his panting sped up, his sexy little cries coming out faster and breathier. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
When his muscles tensed up and I could feel the strong pulse of his orgasm against my tongue, I couldn’t help but moan along with him. I nudged the base of his cock, suckling him through it to drag it out as long as possible, until he was squirming and pushing at my skull.
When he went limp like he’d melted into an Aspen puddle, the sheer satisfaction dragged a growl out of me and I gave his hips a quick, possessive squeeze before I lifted off him.
Fumbling with my zipper, I yanked down my own jeans, groaning with relief that my throbbing cock wasn’t imprisoned anymore.
The inside of my boxers were coated with precum.
Ugh. I was going to have to walk home in those.
On the bed, in his lazy and blissed out position, Aspen eyed my cock with obvious appreciation, but didn’t comment.
“It’s thick, right?” I prompted, and he smirked.
“Don’t compliment your own dick, weirdo,” he ordered, and I tilted my head.
“Well, I wouldn’t have to if some people would follow proper etiquette and compliment it themselves.”
He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Caelyx. It’s thick.”
“And?” I prompted, raising my eyebrows. “What else?”
He shook his head, flicking up an eyebrow, but couldn’t suppress the way the corner of his lips quivered into an amused little grin.
“I seriously can’t stand you.”
“That line is getting finer and finer every day,” I mused. “Do you have lube in here?” I asked, gesturing to the nightstand next to his bed.
“Yeah, but…” His tone made it clear he was confused why I would need it.
“I changed my mind,” I said, pulling out a bottle and drizzling the liquid over my fingers. “You can suck me off next time.”
Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I spread the lube from root to tip, so I was all slippery before kneeling back down between his legs.
His brows furrowed as he watched me intently like he wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
When I lowered my hips down onto him, sliding my stiff length over his, he hissed, his fingers digging into the sheets for a second before coming up to hook around my neck and drag me down closer to him.
His bottom lip was dark and swollen from where he’d dug his teeth into it, just like after I’d jerked him off at the party. I ached to kiss it, to suck it into my mouth and slick my tongue over it to make it better, but I knew he wouldn’t let me.
Not yet, anyway.
“What?” He asked, once he’d realized I wanted to get him off again, this time with my dick. “You didn’t like the way I looked at the smoothie shop guy, and you want to make sure I don’t go back and get his number?”
A shocked laugh burst out of me, and he blinked, flicking up a dark eyebrow at me with an amused look in his eyes. Whatever he’d been so anxious about before, he obviously wasn’t too concerned about now. Had I done that? Actually eased his worries and made him feel comfortable with me?
“You think you’re funny, huh?” I questioned, and one of his shoulders moved up in a shrugging motion.
“Sometimes,” he said, then his eyelids fluttered closed and he moaned as I flexed my hips, dragging my slick cock over his sensitive flesh. “Ngh, fuck, Caelyx.”
“Say my name like that again,” I begged, grinding my dick over him until he was writhing under me, panting and gasping. His hands dragged down to my back, nails digging into my skin. I hoped he would leave marks on me. “Come on, Cupcake.”
“Caelyx.” He whimpered it, and the sound went straight to my cock, my balls tightening up into the base of my shaft in a quick warning throb.
“Feels so fucking good, Aspen.” I groaned out his name, the speed of my hips ramping up as he moved under me, matching me thrust for frantic thrust. “Almost there.”
When his hands slipped down to my ass, squeezing me roughly and yanking me against him harder, I came with a loud cry. My orgasm ripped through me, my cum spurting out in thick ribbons onto his torso as he arched up, rubbing his own pulsing dick against me as he came again.
I collapsed onto him, gasping for breath as my chest pounded like an earthquake.
“Holy fucking shit,” I panted out. His own harsh breaths were hot and ragged in my ear as his weak, limp hands slid off my ass cheeks and plopped lazily down onto the mattress.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t think he was that cute anyway.”
A laugh, pure giddy joy, bubbled up from my chest as I rolled off him onto my side.
He was laughing with me, his eyes lit up like pure sunshine.
It was like a punch to my chest, seeing him so carefree and happy after we’d just finished fucking.
I couldn’t lose this. I’d waited so long and worked so hard to get him to trust me, to give me a chance.
And by some fucking miracle, I was actually nailing it.
And he was as amazing as I’d always thought he would be.
Even better. He was so fucking sweet, and it felt like this heavily guarded secret that only I knew about.
It felt mystical, like a magical power only I possessed. I needed it. I needed him.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I dragged a finger down his abs, smearing through all the cum I’d unloaded onto him.
“Now you’re a frosted cupcake,” I said, and he groaned, still laughing as he covered his eyes with the back of his hand while we caught our breath.
“Mm, you were right,” he commented lightly, after we’d let ourselves settle in the comfortable silence. He wasn’t cuddling me, but he hadn’t pushed away to get dressed either. I’d take it as a compromise. For now. “My brain is totally empty right now.”
“At your service, Cupcake.”
And I would make sure I would be the only guy servicing him, the only one he would turn to for whatever he needed. He was mine, whether he realized it yet or not.
I just had to play my cards right until he stumbled into the realization on his own terms, in his own time. I could be patient.
I’d waited this long already.