He groans and fucks his hips up into my fist. “Oh, shit. Okay. That’s good, right?”
I start stroking him once more, and Caleb gasps.
“Fuck yeah. Just do it, Whit. We don’t need condoms. I can’t wait any longer. Been waiting too long. Far too long.”
He’s rambling. That’s how desperate he is for it.
“You trust me?” I ask, knowing he shouldn’t. But I’m unable to stop myself now.
He turns onto his stomach and places the pillow beneath his head, arching his ass into the air.
“What do you think?”
I stare at him for a long time, and then my hand lands softly on hisass, stroking it, spreading his cheeks apart, staring at the hole I’m going to enter soon.
“I think you’re perfect.”
My breathing stutters as I trace a finger down his crease. Up and down. Then I reach over and uncap the lube. I trickle some on his crack and rub it across his rim, feeling it kiss my fingertip as I tease it.
He moans when I slowly push a finger inside. He takes it easily and with a low moan. Like he’s been waiting for this his whole life.
“Look at you,” I whisper as I crook my finger, making him gasp loudly. And then he rolls his hips, asking for me. I add a second, slowly scissoring him open, stretching him for my cock. And as I do, I make sure to massage that small bump inside, making him grind his hips forward, seeking friction. And with the way he’s panting, I know he loves this.
I know he’s ready.
“You’re doing so good, Caleb,” I say, and he seems to melt at the reassurance.
When I add a third finger, he’s pleading. “Whit, please. I can’t wait any longer. Need you. Need this. Please fuck me.”
“Almost,” I say, watching as he fucks himself back against my hand.
I feel the way his rim contracts around my fingers, and something inside of me cracks. I pull out of him, and when I do, he cranes his neck to look at me. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes hooded, his lips swollen from biting down on them.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, squirting some lube on my cock.
He nods, swallowing so roughly that his throat clicks.
“Yeah. Need you,” he whines, placing his forehead on his arms and offering himself up to me. For me to take. To use.
To claim.
Then I’m moving behind him and pressing down on his upper back, making his ass arch up a little more.
Fucking hell.
“I said it before, but I mean it. You’re perfect.” I say this softly before pressing my cock to his hole and pushing inside.
My cockhead slips in easily, and Caleb gasps at the feeling. Then a low groan is pulled from his throat as I push forward a little more.
“Good boy. So tight. So good.”
Caleb turns his face slightly, and I see the way his lashes flutter before he inhales and arches back, taking the rest of my cock.
“Caleb,” I stutter, surprised at the feeling of him engulfing me. I breathe deeply through my nose, trying to keep myself from moving too quickly, from hurting him, but he’s so tight. So eager.
“God, you’re big,” he grunts.
“You okay?” I ask, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.
