Chapter 22 #2
Caleb gently tugged on his curls and watched his eyes roll back with pleasure.
Letting his gaze roam along Jamie’s body, he took in how fucking good his man looked at this angle—round ass in the air, smooth back on display.
He heard the slap of Jamie’s dick against his stomach as he continued bobbing on Caleb’s cock.
“That’s it, babe. Yes.” One hand still in Jamie’s hair, Caleb slid the other up along Jamie’s back to palm his ass. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Mphhh,” Jamie whimpered around him, sending vibrations straight to his balls.
He took him so well. So fucking well. With a squeeze to his ass, Jamie squeaked and pulled off his dick, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the tip.
“Finger me like this,” he begged. Without waiting for a response, he slid forward and went right back to swallowing the cock in front of him.
“Bossy,” Caleb growled. With his cock deep in Jamie’s throat, he leaned forward and slid his hand between the crack of his cheeks. His middle finger slipped in easily, earning a sexy little whimper. “Fuck, J. You’re so fucking tight.”
Jamie clenched around his finger—so warm and silky on the inside. Jamie pulled off again with a dirty, wet sound. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let his head fall forward against Caleb’s abdomen. “Bloody hell, that’s…yes—”
Jamie panted and squirmed, holding Caleb’s cock in his hand, as Caleb opened him up with one, then two fingers. Still on all fours, he leaned fully into Caleb’s torso.
Caleb guided Jamie’s gaze up to meet his own. “Sweetheart, if you keep making those noises, I’ll blow my load before I can fuck you.”
Jamie flashed a wicked smile before leaning down and tracing one of Caleb’s balls with his tongue.
“Jesus. Are you trying to kill me?” Jamie was evil and devious, and Caleb loved him so much. With a gentle tug, he pulled Jamie up onto his knees and leaned down to kiss him.
“Stay right here, okay?”
Nodding eagerly, Jamie stayed kneeling on the bed while Caleb went to the nightstand to dig out the bottle of lube. An old pack of condoms lay beside it.
“Uh, J?”
Jamie glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows drawn tight.
“Would you be more comfortable if I used a condom?”
“A condom?” Jamie’s eyes flicked down to Caleb’s cock, then back up. “Oh.” He sat back on his heels. “Do we… uh, usually?”
Caleb palmed the back of his neck, a wave of shame hitting him now that he’d effectively ruined the mood. “We usually don’t, no. When we became exclusive, we both got tested, and after that…” He trailed off.
“Oh,” Jamie said again, fiddling with his thumbs. His cock stood straight up against his abdomen—so at least he wasn’t completely turned off.
“Well, I certainly haven’t been intimate with anyone since, uh, the accident.” His eyes darted down to his hands nervously. “But if you think…”
“I haven’t either,” Caleb said quickly, rushing back to the bed. “Oh God, of course I haven’t, J…” His heart sank as he cupped Jamie’s cheeks, swiping his thumbs along the soft skin beneath his eyes. “But if you need me to prove it by getting tested again, I absolutely will—”
“No.” Jamie looked up, eyes wide. “No, I trust you.” His lips twitched into a relieved smile. “No condom, then. I…”
Caleb frowned. “You what?”
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
Warmth filled Caleb’s chest as he leaned down to give Jamie a tender kiss. “Turn around, sweetheart.”
When Jamie repositioned his hands near the headboard, ass facing him, Caleb popped open the lube and coated his fingers. “Do you feel prepped?”
“I don’t remember doing this, so I’m not sure. I do feel like you fingered me a lot.”
“Right.” Caleb tried not to think too hard about the fact that this was basically Jamie’s first time with him—like all those other wonderful nights together, the years they’d spent memorizing one another, had never happened. “Well, I want to make sure.”
“Alright,” Jamie said, wiggling his ass playfully.
Even if Jamie didn’t strictly need the prep, working him open with two fingers gliding in and out, finding that perfect spot, and bringing him to the brink of orgasm untouched was one of Caleb’s favorite things.
So he took his time. Within minutes, Jamie was a cursing, whimpering mess.
“You look so good on my fingers, babe.”
“P-please, Caleb. I’m not going to last.”
Caleb draped himself over Jamie’s back, kissing the side of his neck. “Mmmm, that right?” he rasped in his ear.
God, he loved to worship Jamie’s neck. It was always so soft and flushed, and when he got really worked up, it grew a little damp. Everything about him in these moments was raw—not the nervous, refined version he showed the world.
No, this was his Jamie. And his alone.
“Caleb, please.” Jamie fisted the sheets, and Caleb took mercy on him. Pulling his fingers out slowly, he watched Jamie’s head sag. Caleb sat back on his knees to coat himself with lube.
He tapped the inside of Jamie’s thighs, and Jamie obediently shifted them further apart. “There you go,” he murmured as he lined himself up. He pressed the tip of his cock slowly into Jamie’s hole and waited.
“Okay?”
Nodding vigorously, Jamie replied, “Yes.”