Caelyx #2
“By yourself?” He asked, and the little note of sympathy rang through loud and clear, making it obvious to me how I’d have to frame the situation to get him to feel comfortable with the idea, and not like I was doing him any favors.
“Just me,” I responded forlornly, giving a little shrug of my shoulder. “Maddox stayed back the first week because he didn’t want his parents to know he skipped that swim trip. But after that, I was all by myself.”
“I didn’t know that,” he said softly, his eyes dark with intensity as he watched me. “I’m sorry.”
“It was really lonely,” I admitted, peering up at him through my lashes, glad I’d stayed seated on the bed so I could do that.
“So if your other plans fell through… I’d love to have you here with me.
It would make me feel so much better,” I said, and watched the information sink into his brain.
“But I totally understand if you want to be with your family,” I tacked on quickly.
“I can help. I can take you in the Porsche and drop you off, and pick you back up at the end of break.”
He shook his head quickly, pressing his palms into his eyes. “No! No, that’s asking way too much.”
“I don’t have anything else to do or anywhere else to be,” I reminded him, which was true.
Because the vast majority of their customers were students at the university, and half their staff would be gone as well, Yannis and Sophia were going back to Greece for the break. The café would be closed, so I didn’t even have work to distract me.
“No,” he answered again firmly. “I don’t want you to have to do that.”
Selfishly, I wanted him here with me. Spending three weeks alone with Aspen would be heaven for me regardless, but also avoiding the crushing loneliness I’d expected to feel was almost too good to imagine.
But even so, I knew he’d been looking forward to spending time with his mom.
I knew he was worried about her health especially while he was gone, but I couldn’t really mention it or act concerned, because I’d promised Ren I wouldn’t make it obvious he’d told me.
“Is… Everything okay?” I asked carefully, standing up from my spot on the bed and walking the few steps over to him. “Is there a reason why she’s staying with your sister when you can’t be there?”
“She just wants to spend the holidays with my niece,” he answered quickly.
I couldn’t decide if the answer had come too quickly, like he’d had to scramble for a lie, or if it had just come quickly because he’d asked her the same thing.
“She spent winter break with me last year,” he added.
“And they didn’t know I’ve been having problems with my car, so they thought I could come up. ”
“I’ll take you,” I offered again.
“No.”
“Then… Stay here,” I said. He bit down into his lip, shifting his gaze to the side.
“For three whole weeks?” He asked, like my ultimate plans didn’t involve setting us up in a mansion and spending every moment with him that I could, for the rest of my life.
“What’s your alternative?” I asked, instead of voicing that particular thought.
“I could still go home,” he responded with a shrug, still not looking at me. “I mean, it would be quiet but I could get some studying done, and…”
“Aspen.” His eyes snapped up to mine at my sharp tone. “Stay here. There’s no reason for either of us to be alone.”
“You won’t get tired of having me around?” He wondered, his fingers flexing and clenching on his bare thighs.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, relieved to see the worry fade from his eyes and the corner of his cute mouth perk up. “If anything, you’re going to get sick of me.”
“I think maybe that ship sailed already,” he admitted softly. “Even when you’re bugging the crap out of me, I still want you around, so…”
My heart did a few flips in my chest, like it was on one of those intense roller coasters with all the loops and rolls.
“I told you about that fine line, and you didn’t listen,” I murmured, tsking at him in a mock lecturing way.
He scoffed, the most adorable blush I’d ever seen in my life washing over his cheeks as I pulled him into me for a long, deep kiss.
He’d banned me from his beautiful lips for so long that I felt like it would take me years to make up for all the lost time.
“I thought you wanted me to cook you breakfast,” he stated, after I finally released his lips so he could speak. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy now, one arm hooked around my neck.
“This is the pre-breakfast breakfast,” I informed him, pulling him back toward the bed. I settled back onto it, balancing on my knees.
When he reached down to grip the hem of the shirt he was wearing, my shirt he’d put on, I stopped him. “Leave that on.”
He scoffed again, but let the hem fall back into his place. “What, now you’re turned on by a t-shirt?”
He’d said the word t-shirt like he didn’t have a clue what he was wearing, which I figured he probably didn’t.
In his mind, the embroidered Versace Medusa logo stitched into the right breast was probably just an unimportant little design element.
Knowing that he preferred to thrift basically everything but socks and underwear, I would decline to mention that particular detail to him.
“You look hot in my clothes,” I said, watching as he gave a little shrug to indicate he didn’t mind leaving it on while we fooled around.
When he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs to take them off, my mouth watered as I watched them slide down his firm thighs.
His body was like a drug I was pitifully addicted to.
“Hey,” I said, as the thought suddenly occurred to me. “Have you ever made food for a guy before?”
“I told you to stop asking me that,” he responded flatly, giving me a dry look.
I’d basically asked the same question about every sexual act we’d ever done together the night before, mostly because the realization that I had been his first for so many things made me so horny I could barely stand it.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect on him, embarrassing him so acutely he could also barely stand it.
“I can’t,” I said. “I think it’s my new kink.”
“Asking questions can’t be a kink.”
“It’s not the question, it’s the answer,” I pointed out, like that much wasn’t obvious. “Knowing I’m your one and only gets me so hard, Cupcake.”
To demonstrate my statement, I nudged his thigh with my hips, rubbing him through my boxers with my stiff cock.
Snorting, he shook his head. “Pretty sure you don’t need any other reasons to compel you into getting hard, Caelyx. You’re a human fuck machine as it is.”
Hoping he couldn’t tell how his description of my impressive and always reliable erection was swelling up my ego and making me throb with pride, I gave him a slow and obvious look up and down.
“So… Have you ever fucked a guy wearing his shirt?”
His lip quivered once as he bit down into it, trying desperately not to laugh.
“Shut up.”
“I’m going to take that as a no,” I said. “Fuck. I’m, like, about to blow my load already.”
A peal of laughter bubbled out, and he shook his head again. “You need a gag.”
Chuckling, I opened my mouth wide to show him how cooperative I’d be if he actually wanted to ever do that. To my shock, he reached up and stuffed the balled up wad of his boxer briefs into my open mouth.
A heavy shot of lust burst in my stomach, coursing out through all my limbs like an explosion. I let out an involuntary whine, my jaw instantly clenching down on the fabric to hold it there, my cock twitching in my boxers.
His eyes widened, all the amusement in them fading into surprise.
“Oh my god,” he noted. The sudden rasp in his voice and the flush washing over his cheeks made it obvious that my reaction had turned him on. So… We’d both been surprised. “You are seriously such a creep.”
I nodded slowly, and when he reached out again, probably to take his underwear back out of my mouth, I clamped my teeth and shook my head like a bulldog thrashing its prey. He wasn’t getting them back from me anytime soon.
“Caelyx!” My name tumbled out of his mouth in surprise, almost like he was scolding me. When he tried again, I scrambled back on my knees, out of his reach. He let out a shocked laugh, before his brows furrowed together. “You are the biggest pervert on the planet.”
Because I couldn’t answer him verbally, I nodded again, keeping my eyes locked intensely on his.
He hitched himself up on the bed, diving for me.
I dodged right, but his body caught my shoulder and I ended up on my back.
He capitalized on my vulnerable position by straddling my hips, effectively holding me in place.
To show him I wasn’t ready to concede defeat and give up my impromptu prize, I let out a territorial little growl.
He stared down at me, his tongue flitting out and wetting his lips as he panted.
“If I’d only known how easy it would be to get you to actually shut up for once,” he noted, dragging his hands up my abs and onto my chest, while my dick throbbed and pulsed for his attention.
My eyebrows twitched up a little, just to show him I was acknowledging his statement, and was perfectly agreeable to this method of silencing me whenever he felt it was necessary.
“I’m guessing you want something in return to give me those back,” he purred, that husky note in his sexy voice driving me crazy like always.
When I nodded, he smirked, sliding down my body until he was hovering over my aching cock.
Pulling my boxers down just enough to let it spring out, he laved his tongue over my slit, licking up all the slick precum I’d already leaked out for him.
Moaning into his underwear, I hooked my hands behind my head and let my body relax, melting into the bed as he worked me with his mouth.
I had a feeling it was going to be a very pleasant three weeks of break.