“I have a blanket in the car.”
“That sounds nice.”
I grab it, and when I return, I settle Caleb on my lap, his back against my chest, wrapping the blanket around us. My hands slide around his middle, and I rest my chin on his shoulder, nuzzling against him. He smells exactly like what I’ve missed.
“It’s beautiful out here,” he murmurs, his chin tilted up to take in the twinkling sky.
“You’re beautiful,” I reply without thinking.
His body melts into mine at those words, and he turns slightly, kissing me roughly. My hand drifts from his face, down his chest, and right between his legs, rubbing against his hard length.
“You’re pretty, too, Whit,” Caleb says when he pulls away from me. He’s breathless, his eyes wild as I continue to tease him with my hand.
“Let’s go inside. We can stargaze and make out at the same time,” Caleb says, and I let him pull me inside.
When the door is closed behind us, Caleb pulls his shirt and pants off, kicking them onto the floor in a haphazard heap. Then he crawls into the bed, my eyes locked on him. When I attempt to slide in next to him, he shakes his head.
“Nope, underwear can stay on, but no clothes in bed. I want to touch you. It’s been too long.”
I stare at him, and when he arches an eyebrow at me, I sigh, pulling everything off except my boxers. Then I crawl in next to him.
“Better,” he murmurs, clearly pleased I listened without fighting it. Then we lie next to each other, our eyes lifted to that skylight, watching the stars sparkle above us.
“This is awesome. I love it,” Caleb says, linking our hands and bringing mine up for a kiss.
The touch of him always warms me. “I’m glad you like it.”
We’re silent for a long moment, and then Caleb rolls over and presses against me. My hand runs up the length of his spine as he throws a thigh over mine.
“Sorry, not sorry. Can’t stay away,” he mutters, running his hand along my torso and nuzzling his face into my neck.
“I don’t want you to stay away,” I reply honestly, touching him everywhere I can reach, exploring his magnificent body. He groans and arches against me. And then we’re kissing again, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. I swallow his moans, inhaling him, my hands grabbing his ass, slipping beneath the fabric of his boxers, and massaging his bare cheeks.
“Whit,” he pants against me.
“Mm?”
“I want you to…want you to fuck me,” he gasps, and I stiffen slightly, wanting this just as much as he does, but holding off because it’s selfish, taking this part of him when I know I need to leave soon. That I can’t stay.
But still I ask, “You sure?”
“Yeah. Fuck yeah. I want you to be my first.”
My eyes close, and I pull him into me for a slow, sensual kiss, taking my time with him. When I finally pry my lips from his, I give a jittery nod. “Okay.”
I can’t believe I just surrendered like this, but with him…I can’t help it. I’m weak.
Rolling away from him, I grab the lube from my suitcase. And when I make my way back to the bed, I freeze, furious with myself for not thinking this through.
“I…I didn’t bring any condoms. I didn’t expect…”
“Shit,” he mutters, pressing his hand against his straining cock.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and reach over, tugging his boxers off. My hand reaches for his cock, and his back arches off the bed.
“I’m negative, are you?” he finally asks as my eyes meet his.
My hand stills, squeezing his cock gently. “Yes. I’m negative. I’ve never had sex without one before.”
