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Roman’s breath hitched, the only sound breaking through the quietude. “Fuck…” The word came out coarse, a rasp that betrayed his desire.
“Tell me what you want. How I can serve you.” Caleb lifted his gaze to Roman, something he ordinarily wouldn’t do, but everything was different about this encounter.
Roman reached out a trembling hand, a flutter of nerves as he grazed his fingers over Caleb’s jawline with a hesitant touch. Caleb remained still, offering his throat, his obedience. Whatever Roman wanted.
“You’re gorgeous…”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Roman’s shoulders lost some of their tension. “You make that word sound so sexy. Never knew it could be like that.”
Caleb’s heart drummed a relentless rhythm, the pulse sending shivers down his spine as Roman circled him. The air between them charged with electric potential, and Caleb could almost taste the tang of anticipation on his tongue.
“Are you truly okay with this?”
“Absolutely, Sir.” This was what he craved: to be used, to serve.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Want to please you.” Caleb’s words were jagged, hungry. “Want to do whatever you tell me to.”
“When Wander offers you to someone for sex, does that excite you?” Roman’s question was probing, as if he wanted to triple-check Caleb’s consent. Caleb might not need it, but he still respected the hell out of Roman for it.
“Yes, Sir. Very much so.”
“Good.” A ghost of a smile lifted Roman’s lips, and he relaxed even more.
Caleb waited, patient as stone, eyes fixed on the man before him.
“Would you…?” Roman swallowed. “Would you be willing to give me a blowjob?”
His voice barely broke through the thick air, asking for permission rather than commanding, but Caleb took it as a promising first step. “Yes, Sir. I’d love that.”
Would he have loved to be fucked? Absolutely. But he also understood where Roman was coming from. Besides, the man would be here for a little while, wouldn’t he? So whatever they did today could function as an appetizer.
Roman exhaled a quiet gust of relief. Caleb’s gaze never wavered, locked on Roman’s face, where uncertainty yielded to something fiercer, hungrier.
“Go ahead,” Roman said, the command firmer now but still cloaked in polite veneer.
Caleb didn’t need to be told twice. He surged forward, and his hands found Roman’s belt buckle, fingers deft and sure. Metal clinked and fabric whispered as Caleb eased the zipper down, his movements eager and smooth.
Oh fuck. His mouth watered at the sight of Roman’s cock, rock hard and trying to escape the confinements of the tight, black boxer briefs Roman was wearing. The head peeked from under the waistband, eager to be freed.
He was big. Thick and long. Jesus, he had to find a way to get that man to fuck him because he wanted that cock inside him. It would wreck his ass in the best way possible. Caleb’s gut coiled in anticipation.
He leaned in and pressed his nose against Roman’s cock, breathing in the musky smell, the unmistakable scent of arousal. He nudged it with his nose, then kissed it like a first welcome from his mouth. Clasping his hands behind his back, he carefully drew the waistband between his teeth and pulled down.
He’d once had a Dom, back when he’d still been training as a sub, who had forbidden Caleb to use his hands for the entire scene, teaching Caleb how much he could do with his mouth. It had been an educational and highly rewarding session.
The heat from Roman’s body was a beacon, drawing Caleb closer. He managed to pull Roman’s boxer briefs down far enough to free his cock and balls, and as soon as they were out, he rubbed his lips against Roman’s shaft. The velvety smooth cock was a work of art, and that was saying something. Caleb had seen his fair share of cocks, and this one was extraordinary.
Caleb paused, his open mouth inches from the head.
“Please,” Roman murmured, a thread of urgency woven into the single word.
He wouldn’t tease him too much, not this first time. The man looked like he needed the release desperately, and Caleb wouldn’t deny him. So he obeyed and closed his lips around Roman’s cockhead. He suckled him, not wanting to miss out on that first savoring moment, the taste raw and real on his tongue. He wetted his lips and took another lick as if enjoying a lollipop.
With his right hand wrapped around the base—and Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, that had to be one of the thickest cocks he’d ever had his hands on—he pumped and took as much as possible into his mouth. No way would he be able to take everything, but he’d damn well try.
