Moving lower, mapping every inch of his chest with my mouth. He's got these little freckles scattered across his shoulders that I've memorized by now, and that stupid, perfectly defined torso that should be illegal. When I drag my tongue down the center line of his abs, his whole body jerks.
"Fuck—"
Lower still, nosing at the trail of hair below his navel while my hands work his briefs the rest of the way off. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking, and the sight of it never gets old.
Wrapping my hand around the base and giving it one slow stroke from root to tip. His hips buck up, seeking more friction.
"Impatient." I give his cock another deliberately slow stroke, watching his face contort.
His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. "Three days with my family. I'm storing up good memories."
Right. The family thing. The reason he's going to be gone and I'm going to be here alone and?—
Nope. Not thinking about that right now.
Instead, I lean down and take him into my mouth in one smooth motion. The sound he makes is somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, and his hand flies to my hair, gripping tight.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck?—"
I work him over with everything I've learned about what he likes. The way he loses it when I hollow my cheeks. How his thighs shake when I take him deep enough to feel him hit the back of my throat. The broken noises he makes when I pull off to tongue at his slit, tasting the precum gathering.
His breathing's getting ragged, thighs tensing under my hands. Close. He's close.
So naturally, I grip the base of his cock hard, stopping the orgasm in its tracks.
"JAMES!" His whole body arches off the bed. "What the—you complete bastard?—"
"Not yet," I'm probably grinning like an asshole. "We're not done."
"I will murder you," he pants, glaring down at me. "I will actually commit homicide."
"I’m sure there’s a line somewhere."Probably starting with your dad– Nope, not thinking about your dad when I have your dick in my mouth.
Reaching for the nightstand, I again fumble for the condom and lube. My hands are shaking slightly, which is annoying. We've done this before. Multiple times. There's no reason for nerves.
Except he's leaving tomorrow and won't be back for three days, and this is the last time I'll get to touch him until?—
"Give me that." Caleb snatches the condom from my fumbling fingers. "You're hopeless." He tears the packet open with his teeth.
"I was getting it on just —"
The rest of the sentence dies in my throat as he slowly rolls it down my cock, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
My vision whites out for a second, and I’m pretty sure my eyes actually cross.
"See?" His voice is smug despite the fact that he's the one flat on his back, flushed and wanting. "Not difficult."
"You're—" My voice comes out strangled. "That was?—"
"Get inside me," he says, a bossy bottom even now. "Right now."
"Not until?—"
"James, I swear to God?—"
Grabbing the lube, coating my fingers. "You'll thank me in a minute." He always wants to rush the prep, but that’s just not happening.
"I'll thank you when you're actually fucking me instead of—oh?—"
