Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
CALEB
Waking up in Sean’s arms, nuzzled into his chest, I was so attuned to him I sensed the second he opened his eyes.
“Morning,” I said, testing the theory. I lifted my head off his chest to smile at him.
“Morning.” Sean brushed some hair off my forehead. “You look well rested.”
“Hmm, I slept great.” I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “Must be the company.”
I stroked his face with the back of my hand.
I’d never had this before. All the small smiles, the little touches. The guys before Sean—Tanner and others—were too busy being cool to be into cuddling. It was more about posting pictures to create envy in others that they lived some hip lifestyle than anything else.
Sean mentioned only having Facebook. He had zero interest in all that, and I took one look at my socials and realized I wasn’t missing them. Nor was I missing late nights at dance clubs, or swiping dating apps, or any of it.
Caressing his strong shoulders, his sturdy frame, I snuggled into him. Breathed in his scent.
“You smell incredible,” I sighed.
He laughed. “I smell like sex.”
“Exactly.”
Sean hugged me to him. “How about a shower, silly?”
“I really could stay in bed all day,” I said, but I allowed him to gently tug me out, fingers laced with mine.
We soaped each other, taking turns. I loved how Sean would pause, press a kiss on the spot he’d just scrubbed for me. I let my hands linger on his chest, his jawline, the top of his head.
“Hey, I don’t need so much shampoo. Do you see hair?” He huffed out a laugh.
“I like touching your scalp.” I massaged the shampoo in. My whole body hummed. We were both hard, and I knew I could only wait so long to soap his dick, but I tried to be patient.
But I couldn’t resist a teasing stroke.
Sean moaned and leaned closer. “Fuck, yeah. I want your hand on me. Or that lush mouth. I’m aching for it.”
His words made me get even stiffer. Smiling, I brought my gaze up to lock with his. The open want in his eyes made me suck in a hard breath. Had anybody ever looked at me like that? Even before the accident?
I put my hand on Sean’s chest, near his heart. It beat true and fast for me.
Our dicks bumped, and I grabbed them in one hand. A wild feeling surged in me to make Sean plead.
His smooth, velvety skin felt so good brushing my cock. I stroked and pulled, then teased the underside of Sean’s dick, his balls.
“Oh, goddamn, Caleb. I need this!” Sean planted his feet wider as if to steady himself. Desire filled his face, his eyes glazed with lust. “I need you.”
I wrapped a stronger hand around our erections, jerking them tighter. I leaned my face into his, and we exchanged a sloppy kiss. Our tongues flicked at each other, tasting, and pleasure rocked through me.
“Jesus, you make me feel so good,” Sean cried out, breaking off the kiss and pumping his hips. We humped at each other, our dicks wet and needy. Steam made the air thick to breathe. The shower glass was fogged. It was nowhere near as hot as the ache for more pumping through my veins. Sean was so gorgeous. I could run my hands down every inch of that strong body, but right now, I was too busy with his rock-hard cock.
Sensations ripped through me, and I kissed him again in answer, a hard, firm kiss to match the rhythm of my hand.
Sean gasped against my mouth. “Please.” He filled the one word with so much feeling my entire body reacted. My heart swelled so big I could barely contain it.
I broke the kiss and gulped in some needed air. “I want you so much, Sean. It’s making me crazy. I need you inside me again soon.”
“Oh, God…” Sean made a keening noise. “I will, but right now…I’m going to come.”
“Come for me.” I nipped at his lower lip.
His cock lengthened in my hand as he let out a strangled sound. “Caleb, it’s too much… I can’t?—”
“You can.” I wrapped my grip, my fingers tightening. I was going to give Sean Smack the orgasm of his life. I could give that and everything else to him.
I squeezed our cocks, feeling the pulsing start of my climax but trying to hold back.
Sean panted against me, and I managed one more tantalizing caress.
I moaned.
He moaned.
His hips bucked forward. Sean’s cum coated my fingers, but I didn’t stop, not even as sparks rippled down my spine and to my balls. I thumbed his cockhead as Sean thrust into my hands, surrendering, letting me bring him to climax.
I had no words. Bringing Sean to the point of release triggered something in me. I imagined getting him off, making him so sweetly vulnerable in my grasp, could become my favorite thing.
My balls drew up tight, and I gave us one more strong pull, and more ribbons of cum jetted from Sean’s cock.
“Caleb…Christ?—”
I watched his face as he came, his face twisted in an expression of agony and pleasure, his body shuddering from head to toe, my name on his lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I surrendered just as much as Sean, spilling my seed, spilling my heart, letting it all go at once. I shook with the force of my climax.
Tension left us, but we clung to each other in the aftermath. I buried my head in Sean’s shoulder. He held me, stroking a gentle hand down my back.
To be honest, after that shower, I floated through the day. Somehow, we got clean again, got out of the shower, and headed out for the morning, and yet I couldn’t say how I put one foot in front of the other.
All I could think about was Sean and how it had never felt like this with anybody else. My feelings were overwhelming and, at the same time, humbling. I was afraid to give the feelings a name.
The entire day passed in a blur. I did yoga as Sean checked in with Erin. We took a walk, made love again.
Made love.
Dare I hope it was that?
“I never want to stop touching you,” Sean said afterward.
We were watching The Last of Us . As zombies attacked, Sean stroked the shape of my mouth, trailed his fingers down my throat. Gently, his hand grazed over my chest.
“I’m trying to watch the scene with Pedro,” I scolded, a grin on my face. I propped myself up on one elbow and pretended to watch. I did like Pedro—but I liked looking at Sean more. Sean didn’t even pretend to care about the zombies.
He sucked at my nipple. Kissed a path to my stomach.
“Oh,” I breathed, shutting my eyes. “You gotta watch this episode with me at breakfast, then.”
“ The Last of Us first thing in the morning?” Sean considered this. “I’m not sure about zombies with my morning coffee.”
“Well, after I do yoga. But I do need to find out what happens in this episode.”
“Your Pedro fix can’t wait?” Sean replied dryly.
I grinned wickedly. “What can I say? I have a thing for daddies.”
He licked my navel in answer, making me writhe.
I forgot the show, the sense of time. I was lost in a haze of pure joy.