“Seems you’re ready too,” he teases, noting the bulge in my pants. I make no attempt to hide it either. I want this as much as he does.
“I want you naked, Whit. Both of us naked. And when we’re done, I’m washing you in the shower.”
My lips tremble. “Thought about this a lot, have you?”
“You have no idea. The past few days have been torture,” he says, and then slides his fingers into my hair and pulls me into a bruising kiss.
He moans into it, licking inside my mouth. I can’t help but hold on to him as our tongues tangle, as our hips grind against each other. He’s pawing at the bottom of my shirt, and when he pulls it over my head and drops it to the floor, he steps back slightly and stares at me.
For a moment, it makes me feel raw, ashamed, but the heat in his gaze…
“Stop looking at me like that,” I breathe. He ignores me, his eyes rolling slightly as he fumbles with the button on my jeans.
“I can’t help it. You’re so sexy.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m deadly serious.”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugs themdown. They don’t come off easily, so he crouches so I can step out of them.
It leaves me only in my boxer briefs, my cock straining against the fabric. His face nuzzles against my straining length as he slowly pulls me out. My cock bobs in front of his lips, and I tremble at the sight of him on his knees for me. I reach out and thread my fingers through his hair, my thumbs brushing against the stubble lining his cheeks.
“Caleb,” I mutter as he presses a kiss to the swollen tip.
“Tell me what you like,” he says as I shudder above him.
“Whatever you do, it’ll be perfect.”
He hums happily at that and then runs his tongue from tip to base before sloppily kissing his way back to the tip.
I’m a goddamn mess at the feeling of his lips on me, the sight of him.
I’m not going to last.
But I also want to guide, to show him what I want.
“Such a control freak,” he says, reading the war on my face and sending up a smirk before pulling me into his mouth.
He groans around my length, his lips stretched wide, and then pulls me so far back that he gags. I moan at the sound, the way he gurgles around me.
He wrenches off me, breathing heavily. His lips are red, his pupils blown out. He stares at my dick for a moment, readying himself before trying again.
His lips drag down my shaft, his mouth tightening as he sucks me down once more. He gags again, but he pulls off me more slowly. My hands tighten in his hair as he leans back and kisses my swollen tip with reverence.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re doing so good.”
He wets his lips and meets my hooded gaze. “Fuck my mouth, yeah? I know you want to.”
“Caleb,” I moan as he rubs the tip of my cock over his lips, smearing them with my precum.
“Do it. I want it. I want you to show me what you like, Whit.”
I stare at him a moment, and when he opens his mouth, waiting, Iexhale shakily and push my cock back inside. I’m slow at first, pumping into that wet heat carefully, not wanting him to hate it, to never do this again, but the moans he makes…
I move faster, harder, watching as spit slides down his chin and neck, as his hips jerk forward slightly, fucking the air in front of him.
