"I know, baby." Leaning down to kiss him, slower this time, savouring the taste of him. "I've got you."
Reaching for the lube in my nightstand drawer, I warm it between my fingers before circling his entrance. He's so responsive, arching into my touch as I work him open, first one finger, then two.
"More," he demands, grabbing my wrist. "I'm not going to break."
"Impatient," Teasing him both with words and by adding another finger, I love the way his eyes flutter closed when I find that spot inside him.
"Can you blame me?" His voice is ragged. "Do you know how many times I've gotten myself off thinking about this? About you fucking me into the mattress?"
The mental image of Caleb touching himself, thinking of me, nearly undoes me. "Tell me."
He flushes, but meets my eyes. "Every night since our fight. Sometimes twice."
"Fuck." Curling my fingers inside him makes him gasp. "What did you think about?"
"This." His hips rock against my hand. "You, filling me up. The way you look at me when you're inside me. The sounds you make."
Slowly, I pull out my fingers and reach for a condom. Caleb watches me, eyes hungry, as I roll it on and position myself between his legs.
"Please," he whispers, a word I never thought I'd hear again from Caleb Huntington the Third. "James, please."
Lining myself up with his entrance, pause as I'm about to push in. Caleb groans in frustration, his legs tightening around my waist.
"Are you serious right now?" he demands. "Just a little, please."
He's flushed, lips swollen, eyes desperate, and I’m addicted to looking at him. "We forgot something."
He glances down at my condom covered cock, and confusion crosses his face. "No, we didn't."
I laugh softly, hooking his leg over my shoulder to change the angle. Then I begin pushing into him painfully slowly while locking eyes with him.
"Okay, we didn’t, but I did. I forgot to tell you I'm in love with you, too."
The words make his eyes fly open, but they roll back the second I start moving with tiny, teasing thrusts that I know drive him absolutely fucking crazy.
Caleb's head is thrown back, and he is panting when I finally sink fully inside him. The angle I have him at lets me roll over his prostate with each thrust. The sound he makes is pornographic, a deep, guttural moan that seems to come from his very core.
"Say it again," he gasps as I begin to move, setting a deep, steady rhythm.
"I'm in love with you, Caleb." I punctuate each word with a thrust, watching his face transform with pleasure. "Have been for months."
His fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me deeper, faster. "James, fuck, I—" His words dissolve into another moan as I grip his hips and change the angle slightly.
He's tight, hot, making these desperate sounds. His body responds to every movement like he can't help it. I'm not usually vocal during sex, but I can't help the groans that escape me with each thrust.
"Harder," he demands, his voice hoarse. "I want to feel you tomorrow."
"Okay."
Driving into him with enough force to make the bed frame creak against the wall makes us both groan. Caleb doesn't seem to care about the noise; if anything, he gets louder, a stream of curses and pleas falling from his lips.
"Touch yourself," My command comes out rough.Close. So close."I want to see you come on my cock."
He wraps a hand around himself, stroking in rhythm with my thrusts. The sight of him like this, lost in pleasure, holding nothing back, pushes me towards the edge.
"I'm close," he warns, his movements becoming erratic.
"Look at me," The words are a command as my movements slow enough to pull that whimper out of him. When his eyes meet mine, "I love you, Caleb."
