Page 28 of His to Break

"Because I want to trust someone. That never goes well." The confession tasted like bittersweet wine on Caleb's tongue, heady and intoxicating. He had spent his life building walls around himself, but now, in this stolen moment with Ryker, they threatened to crumble.

The warmth of Ryker's arms enveloped Caleb like a cocoon, shielding him from the cold, harsh reality that waited just beyond the walls of their makeshift sanctuary. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he grappled with the enormity of the decision he had just made.

Then, with a shaky exhale, he leaned up and pressed his lips to Ryker's in a sweet kiss. It was a quiet offering of trust – one that tasted of vulnerability and hope.

Ryker's grip tightened around him, pulling their bodies flush against each other. Their breath mingled, warm puffs of air dancing between them as they broke apart. Caleb's voice wavered slightly when he spoke, betraying his lingering nerves. "Won't your boss get mad that you're not killing me?"

"Change of plans," Ryker replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Caleb's very bones. He nuzzled into the crook of Caleb's neck, inhaling deeply. "Caleb, I don't know what's going to happen now."

Caleb laughed softly, the sound tinged with both relief and disbelief. "Well, join the club. I've never known what's going to happen once in my life. Hasn't stopped me yet." He snuggled against Ryker's broad chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath his cheek. "We'll figure it out together."

Together. The word reverberated through the room, wrapping itself around them like a promise. And as Caleb lay there in Ryker's embrace, he became achingly aware of the arousal that pulsed through him, insistent and demanding. He shifted against Ryker, their erections brushing against each other as they moved, eliciting a shiver of desire that traveled up his spine.

"God, you feel so good," Caleb murmured, his voice laced with need. He marveled at the size difference between them – the way Ryker's larger, more muscular frame dwarfed his own lean build. It was a tangible reminder of the power that Ryker held, and yet here they were, pressed together as equals in this intimate moment.

Ryker's hand began to roam over Caleb's body, tracing the curve of his hip, the jut of his collarbone, the hollow of his throat. Each touch sent sparks dancing across his skin, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. He arched into Ryker's caresses, silently begging for more as the tension between them reached a fever pitch.

"Please," he whispered, all pretenses of sardonic banter stripped away to reveal the raw vulnerability beneath. And as Ryker's lips descended upon his once more, claiming him with a ferocity that left him breathless, Caleb knew that he had surrendered himself completely – not just to the man who held him now, but to the uncertain future they would face together.

When Ryker rocked his hips up against him, Caleb groaned. God, that cock… Caleb had wanted it the instant he'd seen it, back when he'd stripped and then turned the tables on him. The seduction had been an act — his desire to drop to his knees for it had been very, very real.

Caleb's heart pounded in his chest like a caged bird, desperate for release as he started to slide down Ryker's body. He had every intention of taking the older man's throbbing cock into his mouth, wanting to give back some of the pleasure that had been lavished upon him.

But before he could reach his goal, Ryker's strong hands stopped him, gripping Caleb's shoulders with a firmness that left no room for argument.

"Ah, ah," Ryker chided, his voice low and rumbling like distant thunder. "Not so fast, sweetheart."

Caleb's eyes flicked up to meet Ryker's, the word'sweetheart'sending a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with fear. Instead, it stirred something within him – a craving for submission, a need that had been buried deep beneath years of hardened survival instincts. He swallowed hard, pupils dilating as he awaited Ryker's next move.

With surprising gentleness, Ryker rolled them both over until Caleb was pinned beneath him, his lean frame held captive by the larger man's muscular bulk. The sensation of being dominated, of being controlled, ignited a fire deep within Caleb that he couldn't quite put into words.

"Let me take care of you," Ryker murmured against Caleb's skin, his warm breath ghosting over the younger man's jawline. He pressed a soft kiss there, then moved lower to nip playfully at the curve of Caleb's neck. Each touch felt like a brand, searing Caleb's flesh with an intensity that left him trembling.

"Too much," Caleb gasped, though he didn't truly want Ryker to stop. It was overwhelming, this avalanche of affection and desire, but it was also intoxicating. He'd never been cherished like this, treated with such care and reverence; it was a heady experience that threatened to undo him completely.

"Shh," Ryker soothed, sensing Caleb's inner turmoil. "Just let go. Let me show you how much I want you."

As Ryker continued his tender assault on Caleb's body, he focused his attention on the younger man's nipples, teasing them with the pad of his thumb before leaning down to flick his tongue across the sensitive nubs. The sensation sent a jolt straight to Caleb's cock, which was already throbbing with need.

"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, struggling to contain the moans that threatened to spill from his lips. He hated feeling so exposed like this, so vulnerable as he waited for someone to do something to him. But at the same time, there was something thrilling about giving himself over to Ryker.

Ryker chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he reveled in Caleb's frustrated squirming. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. With painstaking slowness, he trailed a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses down Caleb's lean stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into the young man's navel as if it were the most delicious treat he'd ever tasted.

Caleb's entire body trembled under the onslaught, his mind a whirlwind of retorts and desperate pleas that remained unspoken. He was like a ship caught in a storm, tossed helplessly by the waves of pleasure that swelled within him, threatening to capsize him at any moment. And just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Ryker's lips finally arrived at their destination – hovering just above Caleb's aching cock, so close and yet so infuriatingly far away.

Caleb's breath hitched as Ryker's lips met the sensitive head of his swollen cock, a shiver of anticipation running up his spine. He couldn't help but bite down on his wrist to muffle the involuntary moans that threatened to escape; he'd never felt more vulnerable, more exposed, and yet more cherished than he did in this moment.

"God," Caleb gasped, his voice barely audible even to himself. "You're going to be the death of me."

Ryker grinned wickedly, the corners of his mouth curving sensuously around the head of Caleb's erection as he took him in, inch by glorious inch. The sensation was exquisite, almost unbearable in its intensity, and Caleb couldn't remember ever feeling so completely, utterly overwhelmed.

"Good," Ryker murmured against Caleb's throbbing flesh when he pulled back. "That was my order, right?"

Caleb's thoughts swirled like a tempest, his usual sardonic wit drowned out by the relentless waves of pleasure that crashed over him. In those moments when their eyes locked, he saw something in Ryker that left him breathless – a tenderness, a vulnerability that mirrored his own.

It was intoxicating, addicting, and for the first time in his life, Caleb didn't feel dirty or used; he felt seen, understood… and most importantly,wanted.

"Please, Ryker. I can't take much more," Caleb whispered, his body wracked with tremors as he teetered precariously on the edge of release. "I need you inside me. Now."

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