As long as I wanted. Right.Yes.
He cocked his head to the side, like he wanted me to respond, but I wasn't sure if I should speak, so I nodded. He rewarded me with a softkiss.
He unbuttoned my shirt slowly, then had me sit up so he could roll down my sleeves and slide them off myarms.
"Stay there," he whispered against my mouth, and then he backed off the bed. He removed my remaining shoe and both of my socks, then unbuttoned my pants and slid open my zipper. The softshushwas loud in the silence of the room. I had to focus on my breathing in order to stay still, and clench my hands in the quilt beneath my head, but I managed to doit.
He tapped me gently on the hip, and I braced my foot on the edge of the bed, lifting my ass just enough for him to slide my pants and underwear down. I was hyper-aware of every brush of his fingertips on my skin, of the way the cooler air of the apartment felt on my cock, and I was bizarrely glad that he was mostly in shadow. I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle the sight of his gorgeous face or his intense eyes as he tended to me thisway.
He backed away, and I heard a swish of fabric as he removed his own clothes and then, in what I was beginning to see was a habit for him, he folded everything neatly and laid it on his dresser - his clothing and mine. Taking care of me in every singleway.
He stood by the foot of the bed and I could feel his eyes onme.
I wanted him to saysomething.
I wanted him tohurry.
I clenched my hands tighter and stayed silent, even when he moved slightly, rummaging in hisnightstand.
A second later, the room was filled with soft, golden light from thelamp.
"This time," he told me. "This first time, I want to seeyou."
He stood between my knees and looked at me like he was hungry. I felt my cock twitch against my stomach. There was nothing special about me, beyond my size. Some guys had hated it and other guys had found it insanely attractive, always thinking I was some jacked-up power top when nothing was further from the truth. I was mostly tan, thanks to the California sun, and my hair grew in sparse but dark, like my Puerto Ricangrandfather's.
Caelan, on the other hand, was gorgeous. His chest was covered in russet hair, and freckles sprinkled his shoulders like candy. I wanted him so much I could barelybreathe.
The second the thought was fully formed in my mind, he was on me, sucking a mind-numbing amount of my dick into his mouth, and swallowing aroundit.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" I yelled, and he pulled off to pinch mythigh.
"Thought you were being quiet." His voice was warm and amused, with just the tiniest hint of a threat. I wanted to hear itforever.
"Warn a guy!" I croaked, but he merely grinned and resumed his ministrations, clearly not upset. He brought his hand in on the act, twisting it one way while his tongue torqued the other, humming and groaning out his appreciation all the while. His other hand slid up and down my leg, anchoring me and exciting me at the sametime.
"Please!" I cried. "God, Cal, please!" He slid his mouth off me with a loudpop.
"I could finish you off that way," he whispered. He leaned over and licked a stripe on my hip. "I can make you come down mythroat."
I shook my head. "I want you inside me. Andyouwant to bethere."
He grinned, sharp and hot, and put a knee on the bed between mine, drawing my feet up to lay flat on themattress.
I was so hard I literally ached withit.
"I have wanted to be there since the minute you walked into my shop and quoted Nietzsche at meyesterday."
"Nietzsche?" I panted. "Jesus, Cal. If I'd known that did it for you, I would have given you random quotes allnight."
He chuckled and grabbed the lube from where he'd thrown it near my elbow. I heard the flick of a cap, and then his fingers were pushing at my entrance, opening me. And I was giddy - fucking giddy, like a virgin - because it was him, and I wanted him so much. I had to close my eyes against the total absorption and rapt delight on his face. It feltso fuckinggood.
"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star," I told him, and he snickered. I sounded drunk. Fuck-drunk.
He bit lightly at my inner thigh. "How do you know all these? Closetphilosopher?"
I opened my eyes and met his. "Quote of the daycalendar."
He laughed. Laughed and laughed, like a dam inside him had burst. He leaned forward and peppered my face with kisses that were no less arousing than the fucking blowjob hadbeen.
