Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Tony
Getting more involved with Caleb would be all kinds of dumb. He was too young, too idealistic, not to mention my coworker, who was also my trainer and the first guy I’d kissed. Dusk fell around us, the sky going from sunny to pink to a light gray, nightfall on the way, darkness making me even more reckless than our hidden position. Or maybe my daring had everything to do with Caleb and how he made me feel despite all those good reasons to avoid him. He gazed expectantly at me, certainty in those blue eyes that I was about to kiss him.
He wasn’t wrong.
I tightened my grip on him as I lowered my head. The first kiss had been new and different, inviting cautious exploration, while the kissing in the truck had been frantic and needy. Here, I wanted to go slow, savor the connection, enjoy the cool night breeze on my cheeks and his warm lips against mine.
His lips were soft and full, contrasting with the hint of stubble on his otherwise clean-shaven jaw. Like always, he smelled like citrus and mint, probably mouthwash mingling with aftershave and soap, but I pretended the scent was simply him, Caleb, drawing me further under his spell.
In the past, I’d often found kissing a little boring. Transactional. A waystation to more pleasurable destinations. But with Caleb, making out was more like the big Fourth of July fireworks show, each kiss a fresh explosion of heat and light and wonder. My anticipation grew with each kiss as well. Like guessing the color and shape of the next firework, it was fun to try to guess how Caleb might respond to a kiss here or a touch there.
He was super responsive along his ears and neck and had ticklish ribs. And he gave as good as he got, showing me that my jawline and collarbones enjoyed attention as well.
We kissed until our lips were swollen, our T-shirts pulled loose from our shorts, and our breathing choppy. My skin felt hypersensitive to the breeze and Caleb, yet I wanted so much more.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” Caleb whispered while chuckling. “We’re not kids.”
“Yeah, but there are plenty of eighteen-year-olds with more privacy than us.” I had to laugh, too, pausing to rest my head against his. While kissing, I’d ended up with my back in a corner of the brick wall with Caleb wedged against me. “I’d take you to my room at Eric’s, but there might be a gauntlet of friend and teen questions first.”
“True. And no guarantees on how long Scotty will be gone from my place.” Caleb groaned, then turned pragmatic. “Guess this will have to do. Think you can keep your eyes open?”
“For what?” I gave him a lazy smile, having a pretty decent idea what he might be about.
“For this.” Caleb slid to his knees, hands already going to the fly of my shorts. “You keep a lookout. I’m gonna be busy.”
“Yes.” The word rumbled out of me, part relief and part celebration, zero reluctance despite the slight chance of being caught. Of course I’d never once been caught back here as a teen, but there was a first time for everything. However, the last shred of my self-preservation had already lost the war, and as my shorts fluttered to the ground with my briefs, all I could do was lean against the wall and hope for the best. “Yes.”
My heart rate reached fighter-pilot levels, adrenaline surging from the risk of discovery as much as Caleb’s hand on my cock. The rough bricks dug into my shoulders through the soft cotton of my T-shirt. The breeze ruffled the hair on my nuts, a momentary chill before Caleb swallowed my cockhead with those full lips of his.
Apparently, in silent agreement that time was of the essence, he bypassed teasing and went straight for a fast, deep rhythm that had me groaning.
“Fuck. That’s good.” I moaned again, and then he did too, a vibration I felt all the way down my dick. And oh, that was new, the knowledge that we could easily swap positions. Watching the obvious enjoyment in his eyes and eager movements made me want to see what all the fuss was about. “I wanna try.”
Caleb pulled back to chortle softly. “Sixty-nine against a building is beyond my skill set. How about you let me get you off first, and then I’ll let you play.”
“Fair,” I agreed, then shuddered as he went back to those deep passes with quick bobs of his mouth, so much glorious wet friction I had to gasp. “More than fair. Oh God.”
“You like that?”
“You know I do.”
“I do.” Caleb made a show of preening before asking. “Army test you on the regular?”
“Oh yeah. Tested. Negative.” I had just enough brain cells left to muster up a reply.
“Excellent. Me too.” He resumed his work, getting me there in ridiculously quick order. The wave built steadily, a rising tension that made my thighs tighten and my back arch. I clenched my abs and jaw, trying to prolong it, let the wave grow to tsunami level before it pulled me under.
But Caleb was too good and the naughtiness of where we were was an added turn-on that had me right there, a surfer poised to take on the big one.
“There.” I inhaled sharply, giving myself over to the wave. No more fighting, only riding it all the way down as I came and came. Caleb swallowed it all, petting my thighs and murmuring wordless encouragement.
Even in the darkness, I could see how aroused he was—swollen lips, glazed eyes, hand already going for his fly and straining cock. And that we couldn’t have.
“My turn.” I fought the urge to slump next to him, instead hauling him up.
“You don’t have to return the favor,” he protested. “It’s okay if that was just sex talk.”
“Favor?” I scoffed as I sank to my knees in front of him. His cock was already out, waiting for me. “It’s a favor to me to get to practice.”
“Practice does make perfect.” His low laugh cut through the night’s stillness.
“You might have to let me practice a lot.” I was teasing, but he stiffened.
“Tony…”
“Shh.” I stroked his thighs. “I’m joking around with you. And playing with your dick.” I let the tip of my tongue touch his cockhead. “Let’s hold off on any serious conversation, okay?”
“Okay.” He groaned once and then again as I started to lick in earnest. He’d bypassed teasing, but I loved this sort of thing, both giving and getting, ramping my partner up slowly and figuring out all the spots that counted double. “Kind of hard to argue while you’re doing that.”
“This okay?” I asked as I gently toyed with his foreskin, jacking it back and forth, licking over and around it.
“Totally.” His voice was gratifyingly shaky. “Don’t yank, but you can play with it a little for sure. Feels amazing.”
“I like it.” I couldn’t keep the wonder from my voice. I’d figured I might enjoy giving head, but not like this. I loved the flavor, salty and earthy, the weight of his cock in my mouth, the elasticity and sensitivity of his foreskin, all of it. “Love how my teasing makes you squirm.”
“More.” He bumped his hips forward, not at all shy about asking for what he wanted. “Suck on the head.”
“Yeah.” I experimented with taking more of the shaft in my mouth, surprising myself with how far down I could easily go. Desire was a powerful motivator, spurring me to try sucking harder and deeper, earning more and more moans from Caleb.
“Enough of that and I’ll go.”
“That a warning?” I chuckled as I jacked him leisurely while returning to licking the tip.
“Could be.” Gazing down at me, he ran a hand through my hair. “You wanna swallow?”
I considered the question for a second. I liked the taste of his skin and precome, liked the idea of him climaxing in my mouth. “Sure.”
“It’s okay if you’d rather not.” Caleb frowned, likely reading my pause as hesitation. “Contrary to popular belief, there’s no extra credit for swallowing.”
“I wanna try it.” Not waiting for a reply, I went back to sucking, harder now, more determined. I mimicked the fast rhythm he’d used on me, and apparently, the sense of urgency worked because his groans also sped up, body rocking toward my mouth.
“Tony. Tony,” he chanted, the best use of my name I’d ever heard. A heady rush of power surged through me. I was doing this. I was getting him there, and I was the reason he was coming apart in little gasps and shudders. “Now.”
I swallowed as my mouth filled with his initial shot, which was more liquid than I’d expected, and I struggled to coordinate not choking with continuing to get him off. I pulled off with a sputter, his last spurt hitting my cheek.
Giving a tired but happy laugh, Caleb tugged me up to stand next to him. He licked my cheek before we both straightened our clothing.
“Well, what’d you think?” His tone was mischievous like he knew the answer, but the note of uncertainty there said he was also looking for some reassurance.
“Different. Amazing. I like the sounds you make. Like how you feel in my hand and on my tongue.” I shuddered as he kissed my cheek again, lips trailing lower to find my mouth. “Swallowing…might take more practice, but it’s neater than catching it in my hand.”
“True.” He gave me a final kiss before stepping back to pluck at my shirt. “There. You don’t look too sexed out.”
“Thanks.” Now I was the unsure one. How did we go forward from here? “Guess we should head back.”
“We should.” Caleb’s voice was resolute. Turning away, he strode out of the passageway. However, I caught up to him when he paused to look around to ensure we hadn’t been discovered. Peeking over his shoulder, I placed a hand on his lower back. “No one around?”
“Not a soul.” His mouth was a grim line, nothing like the guy who’d moaned while coming his brains out five minutes prior. Determined to find that guy again, I grabbed his hand as we headed toward the parking lot. He glanced down. “Tony…”
“Look. I’m not saying we’re going steady or anything like that. And I get the awkwardness of us working together?—”
“There’s some fraternization regs at play too. More than simply uncomfortableness at stake.”
“Fair enough, but we’ve already…fraternized.” I paused to consider the half-moon peeking out from behind a cloud. I’d never been a rule breaker, ever. Never taken a risk I didn’t think was justified. And never prioritized my own wants over the good of the team. Strangely, though, I didn’t feel as obligated to this crew, a lack of connection that had been bugging me for weeks, but also more of that recklessness that Caleb inspired. I wanted him more than a gold star for following the rule book. “Couldn’t we be…friendly on the down-low?”
“Friendly isn’t the problem.” Caleb shook his head. “Plenty of people are friends off shift.”
“See?” I had no clue why I was pushing this point. “If we throw in a few benefits, who’s to know?”
“God. You make it hard to do the right thing.” He exhaled harshly. “My focus right now has to be Scotty. I can’t start a relationship anyway.”
“I’m not asking for more than casual.”
“I know.” He continued to hold my hand, swinging it lightly. “Guess friends with a few super-secret benefits isn’t the worst idea.”
It likely was the worst idea, but nevertheless, I nodded like a teen winning his first date. Young. Free. Caleb made me feel like I’d slammed an energy drink and run a 10k. As long as he agreed, I’d be on top of the world. And I’d give up an awful lot to keep that vantage point forever.