Chapter 4 #2
“Now you.” Hawk stripped him down to nothing in seconds.
Those big hands moved, incredibly efficient, and then they were all over his skin, finding his sensitive spots, easing over his belly and up to his nipples, which Hawk pinched with his fingers.
Then they skated up over his chest and neck to cup his jaw.
Hawk took the kiss they’d both been desperate for since the last one had ended, and Caleb felt like he was drinking something that was scalding his lips. It was heady stuff, and it made his ears ring a little by the time he broke free and gasped in some air.
He reached up to hold on to Hawk’s bare shoulders, the skin already damp with a tiny bit of sweat. Hawk kissed him again and again, then laid him out on the bed before standing to undo his pants and shove them off along with his shoes and socks.
Caleb spread his legs before rising up on his elbows, staring at Hawk’s cock and licking his lips. “You gonna give me that, Hawk?”
“Oh, Caleb, I am going to ruin you with it. I’m going to freaking end you.” Hawk ran his hand down his ripped belly to grasp his long, thick cock, giving it a few sharp tugs.
“Fuck, yeah.” He grabbed his cock and squeezed at the base because the way it jumped at Hawk’s words, this was going to be over before it started if he wasn’t careful. “Get down here.”
Hawk put a knee on the bed, then paused. “Where are the condoms? You said we have some? And lube? I don’t want to have to stop to look for them.”
“Uh-huh.” Caleb waved a hand to the nightstand. “I got both.” He’d picked up the condoms from the village, but he was particular about lube and had a new tube from his kit bag.
“Thank God.” Hawk slid onto the bed with him, lying down next to him to rest on one elbow, head on his hand. He used the other hand to skate over Caleb’s chest, then down over his belly.
“Shit. Your hands feel good. They’re hot.”
“Are you cold, Caleb?” Hawk teased. “I can warm you up.” Hawk moved closer, heat radiating from his big body, one leg sliding up to cover his.
“I thought you said you were socially awkward, babe.” He was all but panting already.
“This isn’t being social. This is sex.” Hawk nodded very soberly, “That’s a physical skill. Those, I’m good at.”
“God, yes.” He moaned, his body arching when Hawk gently pried his hand off his dick and replaced it, palm and fingers callused and strong against his sensitive skin. His balls pulled up, his scalp prickling. “Careful. I’m on a hair trigger apparently.”
Hawk’s eyes looked like slices of silver, gleaming at Caleb before he slid down to roll between his legs. “Let me take your edge off. Get you well-tenderized for me.”
He laughed, but that cut off fast when Hawk slid that wet, hot mouth over the head of his cock, sucking at it, tongue pushing into the slit. Then Hawk licked and sucked until he was good and wet before pressing all the damn way down, making Caleb shout.
He slapped his arm over his mouth, stifling his cries. Hawk was relentless, sucking all the way at the base almost, lifting his balls against the base of his cock with one hand. Caleb couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t get a thought going on in his head.
There was just his cock and Hawk’s mouth and the feeling at the base of his spine that he was gonna blow.
“Hawk. I can’t— I’m gonna.”
Hawk grunted and sucked harder, and there was something about this huge, strong, beautiful man begging him with his body to come in his mouth that made Caleb totally lose it.
He came like a ton of bricks, biting down on his arm, giving Hawk every damn bit of what he had in him at the moment. All at once. So hard his balls ached a little when he was done.
Staring at the ceiling, Caleb wheezed like he’d done double McTwists all the way down the pipe. “I think I might be ready to ascend, babe.”
“Yeah?” Hawk looked up over his belly, licking his swollen lips. “Does that mean I can’t get you ready for me to fuck you?”
He let out a sound that kind of embarrassed him, a whine of pure need. “Oh, I’m loose. Now’s the time.”
“Fuck, yes.” Hawk scrambled to his knees, cock bobbing, and leaned over to grab a condom and the bottle of lube.
When Hawk opened the lube and squirted some on his fingers, it smelled vaguely of vanilla. His cheeks heated, wondering what Hawk would think of that.
“Nice. Is it edible too?”
“It’s a botanical blend, and yeah, it’s safe.”
Hawk beamed at him. “Excellent.” One big finger circled his hole, the lube way colder than Hawk’s skin.
He shivered, but then he grunted when Hawk pushed that finger halfway into him.
“God. You’re huge all over.”
“You can take it.” Hawk kissed his belly, then his hipbone, distracting him from the stretch and burn. The digit finally felt good a few moments later, and he breathed in, then out as Hawk added a second.
Caleb focused on trying to breathe and on not squirming, but soon enough, Hawk pegged that spot inside him, and his cock twitched, trying to rise again.
“Are you even breathing hard?” Caleb snapped, feeling as if he was the only one aching and burning.
Hawk rose up over him, cock pressing against his leg, leaving a hardcore wet trail on his thigh. Those sharp cheekbones were flushed, Hawk’s lips swollen, his eyes flashing. “What the fuck do you think?”
“Then fuck me, already!” He grabbed Hawk’s chin in his hand and rolled up to kiss him so hard his ears rang.
Hawk moaned, the sound shattered and guttural, then reared back to pull his fingers free and open the condom, rolling it on in quick motions. He opened the lube again, slicking up his cock, and then he was pressing the broad head of his dick to Caleb’s hole.
Pausing, Hawk met his gaze head-on. “If it gets to be too much…”
“Nope. You’re ending me, remember?”
Hawk’s eyes flashed with humor, but then his expression went a little hard and feral and he slid deep in a single thrust.
They hung there for a few heartbeats, both of them adjusting, then Hawk sucked in a huge breath. “Fuck. Fuck, you’re tight. Caleb…”
“Fuck me.” Caleb pulled up his knees and threw his head back, moaning when Hawk bent to kiss his throat as he began to thrust.
Forget slow and easy, or gentle and kind. This was rutting, Hawk slapping against him, banging his prostate, and finally jacking him with one hand while he propped himself up on the other.
Caleb was losing it, because no one had ever torn him apart like this, and he fucking loved it.
“Shit. Caleb. Fucking hell.” Hawk moved faster, his breath sobbing in and out, and yeah. Hawk was right there with him.
“Come on, babe. Come for me. Come in me.”
Hawk squeezed Caleb’s cock, big hand a little too much but perfect, and banged into him, losing his rhythm, and Caleb knew the moment Hawk’s orgasm took over, his body jerking, totally graceless now.
And that made Caleb come again, rearing up to bite Hawk’s shoulder so he didn’t yell so loud the entire room block on their floor would hear him.
Hawk panted, hanging over him for a minute before grabbing the condom and pulling free, lying next him and groaning. “Jesus.”
“Uh-huh.” He was out of words. And breath.
“Let me go clean up.” Hawk wobbled when he rolled off the bed, and it was gratifying.
Caleb laughed up at the ceiling when Hawk hit the bathroom, his adrenaline pretty high. He was soaring, and yeah, he felt like Hawk might just have ended him.
Hawk slid back into the bed, grinning at him, looking blown out. “Damn, Caleb. You did me in.”
“I have cheesecake to revive you. And that fried pastry thing with the goo.” He tried to wave a hand, but it kind of flopped.
“Nap first?” Hawk lifted him as if he weighed nothing more than a feather, pulled the covers free, and then tugged them over them.
“Mnh.” He tried to answer, but he was sinking right into sleep. Two orgasms in less than an hour was a lot.
Even for him.