Chapter 22 #3
Caleb pressed in further, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through him at the tight, velvety warmth. A half-gasp, half-moan erupted from Jamie as sweat dripped from his temple down the side of his neck. Inch by inch, Caleb pushed forward, pausing to let him adjust, then continuing.
“So fucking tight.” He was about to lose it, and he was only halfway in. Impatiently, Jamie leaned his weight back, trying to fuck himself onto Caleb’s cock.
With a gentle hand on his hip, Caleb stilled him. “Slow, okay?”
A cute whine of impatience came from Jamie as he leaned forward again. Caleb chuckled. “Patience, sweetheart.”
“Holy…shit—” Jamie’s eyes squeezed shut, hands clenched in the sheets. “Sorry, it’s just… so good.”
“Yeah? You like that?”
“F-fuck, yes. I need more.”
Caleb was close to bottoming out, every part of his body screaming at him to thrust, but he wouldn’t rush this.
Looking down at where they were joined—his dark cock sliding into Jamie’s pale, smooth ass—Caleb felt a surge of possession.
He palmed Jamie’s cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs. “God, you take it so well.”
“F-feels so good,” Jamie whimpered, jutting his hips back again.
“So needy.” Caleb leaned forward to press a quick kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re really desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Please. Harder. I can take it.”
Another kiss. “Always so polite.”
Squeezing Jamie’s ass with both palms, Caleb pulled his cock out and thrust back in, harder now. He did this a few more times, building a steady rhythm.
“So fucking hot, J. You have no idea how sexy you are.” Thrusting faster, Caleb got lost in the pleasure of fucking his man—lost in the feel of his body, the sounds he was making, the yes, yes, yeses he was pulling from Jamie’s sweet lips.
As his orgasm approached, an overwhelming urge to cry hit him hard. For days after the accident, Caleb had thought he might never have this again—never hold Jamie in his arms, never make him feel good, never hear him laugh.
He made a silent vow never to take it for granted again.
Slamming into him, he repeated over and over, “That’s it, J. Yes, holy shit, yes.”
But what he really meant was, I love you, J. I love you so fucking much.
Jamie was fairly certain he was about to come without even touching his cock.
“Caleb, I… I—” His words were drowned out by blood rushing in his ears as his orgasm crashed into him.
All Jamie could feel was heat and pleasure as come shot onto the bed and his arms gave out.
Words filtered into his brain like Caleb was yelling at him from underwater—all he registered was that’s it and beautiful.
His chest fell forward onto the bed, but Caleb held his hips high, palming his arse and thrusting into him.
“I’m gonna come, J. Do you want me to—?”
“Inside me,” Jamie said without thinking, and that was it. Heat flooded him as Caleb’s hips stuttered and twitched, a deep moan erupting from his chest.
Gentle hands massaged his ass, and he felt Caleb slowly pull out of him, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of muscle and sweat.
Jamie could hardly think, the aftershocks of his orgasm making his limbs twitch.
With great effort, he lifted his head and turned to face Caleb.
Chest flushed and sweaty, Caleb rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand.
“Holy fucking shit. That was something.” Caleb’s eyes roamed over Jamie’s body as if to make sure he was still in one piece. “Was that okay for you?” His hand reached for Jamie’s cheek, caressing it lightly.
“I’m great,” Jamie replied, adjusting his hips fully to face him. Relief softened Caleb’s expression, and he gently stroked Jamie’s jaw with his thumb.
“You’re sure? You’re not hurting?”
Jamie smiled, letting his mind check in with his body for a moment. He wiggled his hips, feeling a tight sting in his arse. “A bit sore, I think. But brilliant. Nothing hurts.”
A bright smile spread across Caleb’s face, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. Holy hell, that smile could make any man fall to his knees.
“What about you?” Jamie asked, reaching forward to slide his fingers into Caleb’s hair. “Was that okay for you?”
Eyes fluttering shut on a sigh, Caleb nodded. “Amazing. Fuck, I feel so good.” He opened his eyes, staring intently at Jamie. “I missed you so much today. And… yeah, well, I missed you.”
Jamie stared back, forcing himself not to shy away from the attention. “I—I missed you, too.”
“Come here.” Caleb rested a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, gently guiding him around so he could spoon him.
Jamie let himself be moved, too tired to do anything but sink back into the warmth of Caleb’s chest. Once tucked under Caleb’s strong arms, he realized just how much of a mess they’d made. The thought made him cringe.
“I should probably go to the loo and clean off,” he said sleepily, not feeling like his muscles could even move.
Caleb leaned into the crook of Jamie’s neck, pausing to give him a kiss. “You stay right here. I’ll handle it.”
The heat of Caleb’s chest disappeared, and Jamie lay flat on his back, willing his heart rate to slow. Even knowing this wasn’t his first time having sex, it still felt like it in some ways. He had the ridiculous urge to text JB and tell him about it. Good Lord, what had he become?