Chapter 35 Caleb #2
Evan’s eyes start to water as he bobs his mouth a little faster, attempting to take more inches, but it’s proving difficult. Instead, he wraps his fist around the rest of my cock and starts to pump while sucking.
I’m sure I have an out-of-body experience at that lethal combo.
He hums again, and the scent of his arousal floats through the room. I hold his face still as he slurps up my cock like his life depends on it.
“Ahh,” I grunt. “Good boy.”
Evan’s gaze widens, and I smirk.
“You like being praised, huh?”
He whimpers around me, my cock at the back of his throat and saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth. He looks like a fucking masterpiece like this, burned into my memory forever.
“You like being called a good boy?”
He pulls out with a gasp, a trail of spit from the tip of my cock to his lips, and Goddess, it does something to me.
“Yes,” he pants. “I do.”
My soul leaves my body as he slides his mouth over me again.
“Oh, you’re doing such a good job, baby,” I whisper as he sucks harder. “Don’t stop.”
Evan moans around me, sending shockwaves through my system.
“You want my cum?” I say gruffly.
Another whimper.
“Well, keep sucking my cock like that, and I might have to call you my dirty boy,” I grumble through my teeth.
Evan’s eyes widen, and he slows down. I pull my cock away from his mouth and cup his jaw, smoothing my thumb across his plump bottom lip.
“I just wanna be yours,” he rasps. “Dirty, good, everything.”
A groan falls from the back of my throat. “Then let me give you what you want for being so good.”
His mouth returns to my cock. He speeds up and hollows out his cheeks as his throat clenches around my tip.
“Fuck.” I buck my hips at the sudden change in tempo. I barely have time to prepare myself. “I’m gonna come. Fuck, let me pull out if you don’t want it down your throat.”
But he doesn’t move. He holds my stare, and the second my cum coats his tongue, his eyes fall into the back of his head.
Fucking hell.
It’s intense, rough, and racks through me like a truck.
My fingers fist into his curls as I thrust into his mouth, chasing the last seconds of my orgasm that has me tingling all over like I’m experiencing it for the first time.
“Oh, Goddess, Evan,” I rasp.
It’s intensified from the fact I can sense Evan’s feelings, too, meaning his pleasure only adds to mine—and knowing how much he loves sucking my cock. It makes me groan, and I’m certain I detach from my body for a second.
I pull out as a drop of cum slips from Evan’s mouth. He sucks in a breath before scooping up the mixture of my pleasure and his saliva, slipping it between his lips once more.
My wolf howls inside me, and I have to stop the snarl of possessiveness crawling through me. I pull up my boxers, lean down to pick him up underneath his arms, and tug him into my embrace.
Evan clings to me as I sit us down, and his legs straddle my hips.
“Where did you learn to do all that?” I ask breathlessly.
I’m still trying to understand it myself.
He pulls away and glances at me timidly. “Kayleigh.”
“Kayleigh?” I raise a brow.
“Yeah, I asked her how to—” he pauses. “You know…suck dick. I didn’t wanna do it wrong, and the internet is a weird place.”
“Well, she’s one hell of a teacher.”
Evan grins, and it takes me by surprise. I’ve seen him grin only a handful of times, but when it's genuine, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“Hurt me?” I repeat. “No. Did I hurt you?”
He shakes his head. “No, I loved it.”
“Me, too.” I smirk. “Feel free to come practice with me at any time.”
His cheeks darken, which is ridiculous, considering my cock was in his mouth a minute ago, but it’s small steps towards building confidence, and we’re definitely getting somewhere.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
“For what?” I stroke back his curls.
He sucks in a breath. “For taking time out of your day to train with me.”
I frown. “You act like spending time with you is a chore.”
“Well, I’ve been brought up to believe I’m nothing, so it’s hard to get used to.”
My thumb brushes over his cheekbone. “I’m gonna get those thoughts out of your head.”
Evan’s lashes move rapidly. “How?”
“By making you talk positively about yourself.”
“It won’t work. I’ve already tried.”
“Okay, well, you haven’t tried my way.”
His cheeks darken with a blush. “What do you mean?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Unfortunately.”
I lean down to bite his shoulder, and he gasps. My arms close around his back tightly. “What’s unfortunate about it?”
Evan flicks his eyes between mine, and reservation crosses his face. “Because it means you can easily break my heart. I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time.”
My throat dries out at his declaration. I press my hand to the centre of his chest and feel it thump a little faster than normal. “This heart is going to stay intact because I’m not going to let anything hurt you ever again.”
His mouth trembles. “That’s a bold statement.”
“Yeah, these are the thoughts I’m talking about, pups.”
Evan wraps his arms around my neck and presses our chests against one another until we practically mould into the same skin. It’s electric and rapturous.
He pulls back an inch and locks eyes with me. “C-can you show me what you mean?”
I press my lips to his softly. “Oh, I’ll show you what I mean, baby.”