Chapter 19 Blake
BLAKE
Cal’s gaze rakes over me, his stare hot and full of desire, but I’m wound too tight to appreciate it. I need him too damn bad.
He’s barely slid the door closed before I back him against the tile, my mouth crashing over his in a bruising kiss.
“Last chance,” I warn him. “I’m going to do all the things I held back from doing the last time my dick was in your hand. And then I’m going to get you off, dragging it out until you’re begging me to let you come.”
“I don’t beg.”
“You will.”
“I don’t—”
“And then I’ll clean you up. Feed you.” I let my stubble draw across his jaw until I can whisper in his ear. “Then I’ll take you to bed and I’ll make good on my promise. I want inside you, Cal. I want to feel you come apart when I’m buried in you.”
I want you to forget everyone that’s come before me.
“Fuck.” He breathes the word, his head falling back as his eyelids squeeze shut. “You want to ruin me.”
“I want to enjoy you,” I correct. “I want to enjoy every inch of you while I’m here.”
“Only while you’re here,” he says, opening his eyes and meeting my gaze.
“I’ll make the most of it.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as emotions I can’t read flash over his handsome face. I want to say something, but before I can, he lowers himself to the ground.
This time when our gazes collide, there’s a potent mix of desire and need in the depths of his blue eyes.
Game on.
“Open your mouth,” I demand, threading my fingers through his hair as he obeys, his lips closing around the head of my dick as he sucks me down.
I groan, the sensation the sweetest relief and the most excruciating torture because nothing will be enough until I’m inside him.
“Just like that. Fuck, I love how deep you can take me.” Cal swallows around me, his eyes never leaving mine, his hand and mouth working me into a frenzy as my hips buck forward. He groans when I hit the back of his throat, the sound urging me on as I race toward the edge.
I can see how hard this is making him, his cock standing at attention, swollen and aching and God damn perfection.
“You have no idea how good you look right now,” I growl, fucking his mouth until he’s practically choking on my dick. “Don’t stop, baby.”
I grunt as I spill down his throat, my vision blurring around the edges. It’s never felt that good.
It was better than good.
My entire body is humming with the aftershocks of that orgasm as Cal pants as he looks up at me.
Sweet fucking perfection.
“Stand up,” I command. His legs wobble as he does, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen as I take them in a hard kiss.
He’s so hard against my stomach he whimpers when I press my body tight against his.
“Blake, please, you feel so good.”
“You told me you wouldn’t beg,” I taunt, kissing along his jaw and nipping at the skin with my teeth until he gasps.
“I’ve never begged,” he insists but his hands are all over me, touching me everywhere he can. “It’s been so long and I just—”
“It wasn’t that long for me,” I tell him, his eyes flashing with anger as I spin him away from me, his hands bracing against the tile as I press my front to his back. “Jealous?”
“No.”
“Do not lie to me,” I enunciate as I hold his hip and drag my other hand down his chest.
“Fine, I am.”
“You are…what?”
“Jealous,” he admits as his head falls back against my shoulder, exposing his neck. My hand leaves his hip to grip the column of his throat and he moans. My other hand strokes him slowly, enjoying all the little sounds that escape his lips.
“You were better,” I tell him, and he chuffs out a laugh that quickly turns to a groan as I tighten my grasp. “I got checked before I came here so I’m all good.”
“Same and I’m on PreP,” he manages, his arm reaching behind him to grip the back of my head, his other hand digging into my hip.
“Me too.” I rock my hips, my dick sliding between his ass cheeks as my teeth graze his earlobe. “You look sexy as fuck like this, do you know that?”
“Blake…”
“I can’t wait to be inside you—to feel your ass clench around me. Are you imagining my dick inside you, Cal?”
“Yes.”
I stroke him harder as he thrusts into my hand. He swallows hard and I can feel the desperation as he writhes, chasing his own release as I hold him captive against me.
It’s heady and I feel powerful, humbled that he’s allowing me to control him like this, and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
“So good for me, Cal, aren’t you?”
“Blake, please, it’s too much. I need to come. I need you to let me come, please.”
“Fuck.”
Releasing his throat, I fist his hair and yank his head back, making him cry out as I sink my teeth into the tender slope where his throat meets his shoulder.
“Blake!” My name echoes against the small space of the bathroom, the spray of the water beating against my back as I watch Cal’s white spurts of cum paint the tile. He shudders and curses as he sags back against me.
Instead of releasing him, I hold Cal gently as he comes down from his high, dragging my fingers through his hair and drawing small circles over his hip.
“How are you still hard?” he murmurs, my dick still nestled between his cheeks, and I grin.
“You didn’t see how hot you looked.”
Chuckling, he turns and wraps his arms around my neck. “I’m not complaining.”
“Good,” I tell him as he tilts his face up to mine, “because we’re just getting started.”