Chapter Twenty-Five
Kayden
Caleb weaves his fingers through mine and leads me to his bed.
My stomach flutters with anticipation. I’m going to have sex for the first time, with Caleb.
He sits down on the bed and pulls me with him so I’m straddling his lap.
A hiss falls from his lips when my stomach brushes up against his cock, and his eyes fall shut on a deep moan.
“Shit, baby. This is gonna be over before we even start.” He chuckles all low and rumbly, just the way I like it.
I lock my arms around his neck, then kiss him slowly, lazily.
He kisses me back, his scruff chafing my chin, pouring more gasoline on the fire already roaring inside me.
A heaviness builds in my core, a pulsing sensation that feels like waves of want coursing through my body, subtle at first, then slowly building, building, building.
I want him inside me so much. I want him to come inside me.
I pull away, panting, and he slowly blinks his eyes open like he was far away, heat swimming in the gray.
He cups my cheeks, and something flashes through his eyes, his voice solemn when he speaks.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like.
If it doesn’t feel good or if I… If I touch you in places you don’t want to be touched.
I know your front hole is off limits.” I nod.
“Good, but tell me, okay? I want this to feel good, okay, sweetheart?”
“I promise.” My heart swells with happiness. Caleb is such a careful lover, making me feel safe and important. “I’ll tell you if there’s something I don’t like.”
“Good boy.” He gives me a quick, hard kiss, then pats the bed next to him. “Now get on your stomach, baby, and let me take a good look at that ass.”
“Yes, Mr. BigOnBacks,” I laugh, then slide off his lap and crawl across the bed, swaying my hips.
“Brat,” Caleb grits, then smacks my ass cheek lightly.
I wiggle my butt at him, the brat moving through my body, intermingling with the good boy, making me feel all floaty.
I love how Caleb sees all of me: my need to be good for him while still teasing him, trying to rile him up.
Both are sides of me, the good boy, Caleb’s sweetheart, and the brat, dicKmedown, and with Caleb I feel safe to be both.
I lie down on my stomach, burying my face in Caleb’s pillow, my skin prickling with excitement.
I feel Caleb’s warm presence next to me, then on top of me as he covers my entire body with his.
For once, my head is empty; no intrusive thoughts threatening to spin me out of control.
Caleb and his love for me have silenced them all.
He kisses the spot underneath my earlobe tenderly, his lips lingering above my skin, his breath hot and ticklish, before he licks down my neck, humming.
My body awakens where I feel his lips, his tongue, his scruff.
I bury my fingers in the sheets, fisting them, as pleasure surges through me.
“I love you,” he murmurs as he makes his way down my body, across my shoulder blades, and along my ribs, the edge of my scars, and my obliques.
It’s like he’s mapping out my body, paying careful attention to every little part of me, like he wants to remember this moment always, just like I know I will.
“I love you so much, Kayden. I’ll make you feel so good, baby. ”
You already do. You always do. You make me feel like a man, like a real fucking man loved by another man.
I moan into the pillow, my fingers digging deeper into the sheets, twisting them, as Caleb trails kisses down my hip and along my ass cheek.
He licks across my skin, his tongue raspy and determined.
When he reaches the fleshy part of my butt, he sucks on my skin.
I push my ass upwards to meet him, savoring the slight edge of pain as he tugs at my skin with his teeth.
I scream into the pillow, imagining the marks he’s going to leave and how good they’ll look when I wear a jock.
The marks will light up against my pale skin, bright love bites to remind me how much Caleb loves me.
I’ll be sad once they fade, but he’ll just have to spend an obscene amount of time with my ass, making new ones again and again.
“Fuck, baby,” Caleb growls, nipping at the patch of skin. “I just love your fucking ass, K.” He grabs the meaty part with his hand, digging his fingers into my skin, squeezing possessively, pulling a needy moan from my throat. I turn my head sideways, gasping for my next breath.
“I love your hands on me, your mouth. I love the marks you leave behind.”
“Yeah?” He blows on my skin, then brushes his fingers along the bruise he just made, and pleasure-pain shoots through my body before it fades into a sweet, lingering hum.
“Yes. Makes me feel like yours.”
“You are mine.” Caleb’s voice dips an octave, a possessive edge to it, as his hand kneads my butt.
“I’ve never believed in ownership, Kayden, at least not when it comes to people.
” He chuckles, his breath wafting across my skin.
“I’m not the possessive type, at least I didn’t think I was, but you bring it out in me, it seems.”
“You bring it out in me, too.” Our eyes lock onto each other. “Say I belong to you, Caleb.”
“You belong to me.”
“You belong to me, too. Always.”
He nods reverently, like we’ve both made the most important promise we’ll ever make, and maybe we have.
“Now fuck me, please.”
“Fuuuck. Just when we were having a moment.”
“And now it’s time for another kind of moment.
” I wiggle my ass, and Caleb smiles, kissing the mark he left, before moving further down, where I want him, need him the most. I hide my face in his pillow again as I give in to how he makes me feel.
He moves down between my legs and pushes my thighs apart.
My eyes fall shut as I give in to the sensation.
He rains kisses down the back of my thighs, then alternates small bites with gentle licks.
He’s worshipping my body; there’s no other word for it.
I don’t feel self-conscious for once. I don’t think about how I look or smell or feel.
I don’t wonder if I’m man enough, because the way Caleb kisses me, touches me, and sounds against me is all the validation I need. I’m enough.
When his hands spread my ass cheeks apart, it feels like time stops. I hold my breath, my heart running rampant in my chest.
“Shit,” Caleb grits. “Such a pretty fucking hole, baby.” His voice is tinged with awe, a slight tremble to it, then his warm breath fans across my pucker.
My hole clenches with need. I’ve imagined him inside me so many times, ever since he tongue-fucked me.
He buries his face in my crease, breathing me in, then nuzzles his nose against my hole.
Everything around me disappears as I surrender to Caleb’s touch.
There’s only him and nothing else. I whimper when he pulls away, chasing his touch.
“So needy,” he chuckles. “Such a sweet, needy boy.” He presses a soft kiss against my pucker, then another and another.
He’s right. I’m so fucking needy. My hole clenches again and again, and then I feel it, his tongue, wet and raspy as he licks around the rim, circling my hole with the tip, teasing me.
I scream into the pillow as I push my ass against his face, desperate for something I don’t know the name of.
Closeness feels inadequate. I just want him everywhere, all at once.
“Feels good, sweetheart?” Caleb chuckles.
“Uh-huh.”
He tightens the hold on my hips, then pushes me down, before diving in again.
He makes love to my hole with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth; there’s no other word for it.
He opens me up, coaxing my pucker to soften for him.
He laps at my hole like a famished man, and when he dips the tip of his tongue inside me, something comes undone in my chest, in my stomach, everywhere.
Caleb fucks me with his tongue, and the sounds floating toward me are obscene, his noises of appreciation filthy and loud.
When I’m starting to relax, he adds a slick finger, breaching me with such care it brings tears to my eyes.
I have no idea where he got the lube from, but it doesn’t matter.
“This okay, baby?” he asks as he fucks me with his finger.
“Ok-ay,” I stutter. “Very okay.”
Caleb laughs again, then pushes his finger deeper inside me until he fills me completely, and I scream again. He pulls out, then adds another slick finger, pushing them in and out, scissoring me open, while he kisses the base of my spine.
“Your ass has dimples,” he hums, then licks across my tattoo. “Fucking dimples.” It sounds like he’s talking mostly to himself. I melt into the mattress as pleasure takes over, and soon I’m begging for more. “Please. Please, Caleb. More. I need… I need…”
“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you need.”
His fingers continue to stroke me from the inside. I’m fucking the sheets, finding a rhythm that matches his, and soon, sweet release closes in on me. “I’m gonna come, Caleb. I’m gonna come. I’m…”
“It’s okay. Come. Come for me, Kayden. I want you to.”
And that’s all it takes. Something ignites in my brain, in my core, in my ass, and I clench around Caleb’s fingers as I come like I’ve never come before.
It feels like I’m falling into an abyss only to be pulled back again when Caleb’s fingers eventually slip from my hole.
I whimper at the emptiness. It felt so good being stuffed full by his fingers, being connected to him in such an intimate way.
“Shhh,” he hushes me, then covers my body with his again, and warmth and comfort seep from his into mine. “I love the sounds you make when you come, K. They’re so beautiful, like they’re just for me.”
They are, my heart sings. Only for you.
He brushes my damp bangs out of my face. “You good, baby?”