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He sped up, his pounding relentless now as he chased his release. Caleb’s teeth chattered, all his muscles taut as he took what Roman was dishing out. He wanted to please him, wanted to…
Roman cried out, and his body convulsed against Caleb’s as he emptied himself inside Caleb, hot ropes of cum filling him. He wanted to cry with the perfection of it. Wait, he was crying, thick, silent tears of gratitude. His cock was straining, his balls so tight they were painful, and his entire body was on fire, but he’d never been happier. He’d flown so high and free. He’d served his Dom, and he’d served him well.
Roman lingered above Caleb for a moment, his breaths ragged and uneven, then pulled out, leaving a trail of wetness. He sat on the bed next to Caleb, shaking as he reached for Caleb’s ass. He traced a thumb over the red marks blooming on Caleb’s skin, evidence of Roman’s unleashed desire.
“Christ, Caleb…” Roman’s voice faltered, heavy with something like regret. “I’m sorry. That was… I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
Caleb dropped on his belly, his muscles stiff and unyielding from the exertion and elation. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked over his shoulder at Roman. Sweat cooled on his skin, but the warmth from Roman’s concern was unexpected, almost misplaced. His blue eyes met Roman’s troubled brown ones, and he sent him a smile that originated deep inside him.
“It was perfect, Sir. Absolutely perfect.”
A careful smile played on Roman’s lips. “Yeah? You sure?” Then he startled. “Shit, I forgot to… Turn around. On your back.”
How sweet was that? He only now realized he’d forgotten to give Caleb permission to come. “Sir, I don’t need?—
“Are you disobeying me?”
Oh, holy shit, that was so hot. That tone! So cocky and commanding. “No, Sir.”
Caleb scrambled onto his back, wincing as his tender ass rubbed against the bedding. His cock had flagged a little, but Roman’s heated gaze quickly fixed that problem. “I can’t suck you off ‘cause I’ve never done it, and I’m not about to ruin this perfect experience with my ineptitude.”
“That’s okay?—”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion. I was telling you, not requiring your approval.”
Oh my god, he was perfect. If it didn’t mean disobeying Roman again, Caleb would kneel at his feet for being so wonderfully forceful and dominant, hitting all those submissive pleasure buttons deep inside Caleb. “Yes, Sir.”
“You just stay still and let me do my thing, okay? It may take me a while, but I’m confident I can get you to climax for me.”
Seriously, all it would take was a command. Not that Caleb was going to tell him that. Nope, what his Dom didn’t know, he couldn’t punish Caleb for.
Roman positioned himself, studying Caleb with almost analytical curiosity. He mumbled something that sounded a lot like, “How hard can it be?”
He folded his fingers around Caleb’s cock. Caleb gasped, instinctively bucking into Roman’s hand. Roman tightened his grip in response, then made a corkscrew movement upward. Caleb saw stars and let out an uninhibited moan. Thank fuck he didn’t have to hold back in this house. Every day, sounds of sex came from various rooms and hallways. In fact, he was proud people heard him. That they witnessed him serving his Dom so well.
Roman’s movements were a little awkward, and his coordination was a tad off at times, but that didn’t diminish Caleb’s pleasure. He approached the edge quickly but held back, clenching his teeth. “Sir…”
Would Roman make him wait longer? Oh, Caleb would obey, no doubt about it, but he hoped with all his heart he wouldn’t have to.
“Come for me,” Roman commanded, his voice a blade that cut through Caleb’s iron control of himself. He let go, and heat exploded inside him, waves of pleasure that crested and broke over him in shuddering gasps as his cock jerked in Roman’s hand, spilling its load. Caleb emptied himself, body and mind, and sagged onto the bed like an empty balloon.
“Hold me. Please, Sir. I need to be held.”
He’d forgotten to discuss aftercare, but luckily, Roman seemed to sense what Caleb needed. He stretched onto his back, pulled Caleb into his arms, grabbed the comforter, and folded it around them.
Caleb closed his eyes and exhaled, mentally checking in with himself. His ass was still on fire, his muscles burned like a mother, and he’d have several finger-shaped bruises on his hips, but that was the extent of the damage. Oh, and his hole stung as well, but in the best way and would keep him grounded for at least two days. Something to look forward to.
“That was intense,” Roman said softly.
“It was.”
“Good intense?”
“Very good, Sir.”
“I wasn’t too rough?”
What could he do to dispel Roman of that notion? “I’m not made from glass. You can’t break me. I’ve got safewords, and I’m not shy about using them.”
