"Trust me," brushing my lips against his. "You won't be disappointed."
Warming the lube between my fingers, I circle his entrance, and fuck, he wasn’t kidding. He’s loud from the start, already demanding.
"More pressure," he breathes, hips shifting restlessly. "Don’t tease?—"
I press the first finger in, and he arches with a sharp moan that goes straight to my core.
"Jesus—there," he gasps, fingers gripping my wrist. "Harder. I can take it."
"More," he demands almost immediately.
"Easy. We've got all night."
"James Hunter," he grits out, "if you don't add another finger right now, I swear to god?—"
His threat dissolves into a gasp as I do what he asks, pushing a second finger alongside the first. His head falls back against the pillow, exposing the long line of his throat.
"That's... yes, just like that," he breathes. "You're good at following directions."
"Only when I agree with them." Scissoring my fingers gently, I get another groan. "Like now."
Working him open, gradually adding a third finger. When I crook them just right, hitting his prostate, he almost jackknifes off the bed, a stream of profanity escaping him that would make a sailor blush.
"Holy… motherfucking dildo-shaped divine intervention… right there, you absolute menace—" His back arches so hard his shoulders leave the mattress. "Oh my god, it’s—it’s like you— what the fuck?—"
His fingers scramble for purchase, gripping the sheets like they’ve personally offended him. "Don’t dare stop, I swear to— fucking hell —if you pull away now, I will end you?—"
Fuck. He’s going to be loud when I’m actually inside him. Thank god the guys bought the noise-canceling headphones after Tyler hooked up with Ethan.
His thighs tremble around my arm. "That. Exactly that. Again. Now."
"Oh, is it right there?"
"You know exactly—fuck!—what you're doing," he pants, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Oh my god, James, please."
My free hand pins his hip down, continuing to stroke that spot until he's writhing beneath me, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.
"Still so demanding?" My voice is strained with the effort of holding back.
"Please, James," he gasps, reaching for me. "I need you inside me now."
Reaching for a condom, my hands are embarrassingly unsteady as I tear open the packet. Caleb watches me struggle for a moment before laughing.
"I swear to god, if you don't get that on in the next five seconds," he threatens without heat.
"Sorry," I laugh shakily, my hands embarrassingly unsteady as I fumble with the condom wrapper.Years of coding haven’t prepared me for basic latex application when I’m this turned on.
Caleb watches me struggle for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly, before a breathless laugh escapes him. "I swear to god, Hunter, if you don’t get that on in the next five seconds?—"
"Yeah, yeah," I mutter, finally tearing the packet open.Like he’s one to talk—he’s just as desperate.My fingers slip again,and I groan in frustration. "Have youseenyourself right now? You’re distracting as hell."
He preens a little at that, stretching deliberately. "Less staring, more action."
Once I manage to roll it on, Caleb pulls me between his legs. "Face to face," he says. "I want to see you."
"Perfect, tell me if anything doesn't feel good."
"Trust me," he says, eyes locked with mine, "you'll know exactly how I want it."
