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“This isn’t going to work, Caleb. Besides, you can’t stand my job, and I don’t plan on quitting just because I’m in a relationship. Would you stop being a lawyer?”
“That’s different, and you know it,” I reply with a growl.
“I won’t give up my life for you,” he spits back. “And if you truly loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to.”
“It’s because I love you that I’m asking you to,” I argue, slamming his back against the wall again.
The room grows quiet and thick with tension as we stare at each other. The anger between us is laced with passion, and it’s come to a head.
I can’t stand the space between us, so I keep him pressed to the wall as I take his mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss. He opens for me, sliding his tongue against mine. I press my entire body against him, moving my hands around the plane of his chest, feeling every muscle, every ridge and ripple.
“Mine,” I growl into his mouth, and he answers with a groan.
We are a frenzy of hands and lips, taking and claiming. I yank up his T-shirt to feel his skin against my fingers. My hands run over his pecs, toying with the silver barbells on either side. He reaches for the buckle of my pants, tearing it open like he can’t live without my dick. Goose bumps erupt all over my body as he undoes the button and reaches his hand inside to wrap his fingers around my already hard length.
I whimper in response, resting my head against his shoulder as he strokes me and nearly brings me to my knees. Kissing my way along his neck, I suck hard against his flesh, drawing blood to the surface to leave a mark.
“Mine,” I growl, licking the already red patch.
My hands rush down to his jeans, working open the button. Grabbing another man’s dick is still foreign and new to me, but I’ll never tire of the way it feels to stroke his velvet-smooth length. Hearing his gravelly groans of pleasure is my reckoning.
“Fuck,” he mutters before kissing me again. We’re stroking each other, and it’s like heaven, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him to reassure me that we mean more than all the rest.
I’m too scared to ask for that reassurance. The idea of his rejection terrifies me.
“God, Caleb,” he mutters before biting my jaw. Then he releases my cock and pulls me against him so our dicks are aligned, squeezed tightly between our bodies. Moving by instinct, I begin to rut against him, and the warm sensation of his shaft against mine is like heaven.
“Say it again,” he whispers in my ear as we move against each other. “Tell me what you just said.”
My brain is mush, so it takes me a moment to realize what he’s referring to. And when I finally remember the last words I said, my heart soars. Grabbing his neck, I put my lips against his ear as I growl, “What? You want to hear it again? I love you.”
He whimpers, holding me tighter. Then he nibbles on my earlobe, driving me wild.
My rutting grows more frantic, and I know I’ll come soon if I don’t slow down. He must feel the same because he shoves my hips away, catching his breath as his head hangs, staring down at our leaking cocks.
“Come here,” he whispers, reaching for my dick again. I’m breathless as I stare down with my mouth hanging open.
When he rubs the tip of his cock against mine, I feel the cum leaking from his tip.
“Hold still,” he whispers, and I watch in lustful awe and a little confusion as he slowly slides the foreskin of his uncut length over the spot where our cocks meet. An uninhibited gasp flies from my mouth as the crown of my dick is engulfed in warmth.
With a wicked grin, he glances up at me as he strokes us together, one tight sleeve of pleasure bringing us to the brink. He’s watching my reaction as I melt into the rapture of feeling him slide against me. It’s all too fucking filthy and perfect. I can hardly breathe.
“Say it again,” he commands.
Speak? I can hardly breathe. But with what he’s doing to me right now, I’ll sing it for him if he wants. I force the words through my strained lungs. “I love you. Fuck. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He looks up at me with a wink. “Look at you. You’re a mess for me, aren’t you?”
“God, yes,” I reply weakly.
“I love you, too,” he whispers. It feels amazing to hear it, but I sort of wish my dick wasn’t in this tight, warm heaven right now because there’s not enough blood left for my brain to process him saying those words. “Does this feel good?”
“Fuck yeah, it feels good.” My hands grip tightly on his neck and arm, squeezing as he strokes us in tandem. My hips keep up their rutting as I hold on to this sensation for as long as I can.
“God, I’m about to come.” He groans. He’s gripping my arm tightly as he jacks us faster.
“Me too,” I say, my voice tight and gravelly. “Don’t stop.”
