“I vote no shirt if you’re cool with that.”
Caulder grins. “Yep. Decision made.” We’re quiet for a minute before he speaks again. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I allow my hand to move over his smooth skin. To re-memorize everything about this man.
“This kind of forced you to come out,” I say.
“Sure.” I shrug. “But I could have stayed in the bedroom or at the very least, come out dressed. I chose not to.”
He’s quiet for a second. “Why?”
I shrug. “Consciously, I didn’t truly think about it and just did. Subconsciously, maybe I wanted them to know you have a boyfriend who is around as often as he can manage. My absence in your life isn’t by choice, but due to obligation.”
“You’re never absent,” he argues. “We’re together all the time. Just not in person.”
I kiss the side of his neck. “I know. And I love how we spend every waking minute that we’re able to together.”
His hands release the shirt he’d been holding and drop to grip my hips, bringing me tighter against him. One of my hands moves up to his chest, tweaking his nipple. He grins. For a minute, I play with his nipple, gently pinching and twisting.
Then I drop my other hand down his stomach, slipping beneath his shorts until I can grip his semi-hard dick. It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything sexual. When we’ve been together over the last month, I spent most of the time just holding him in my arms. His stress had been so high that sex had been the very last thing on either of our minds.
Even over the phone or video, including when we watched each other shower, I could practically feel his anxiety radiating through our digital connection. The only thing Caulder could think about was making it go away. The only thing I could think about was how to make it go away for him.
But now, it’s definitely on the verge of going away. Caulder feels lighter. Even with his weight against me, he feels like a different person. The stress that’s held him down for the past month has lifted now we the truth is going to be out in the world soon.
My hand drops to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my hand. “Hello, lovely boys. Miss me?” I say to his balls.
“Ohmigod, what’s wrong with you?!” Caulder mutters.
I lick his neck playfully. “I don’t think you give your balls the proper amount of attention. Just making sure they know how much I love them.”
“Jesus,” he hisses, but I roll them in my hand again, giving him a soft squeeze and a gentle tug.
He shivers against me. I can feel his dick hardening and lengthening against the inside of my forearm.
“Want to get back into bed, babe?”
Caulder sighs. “Yeah. It’s been a really long time since we…” he trails off.
“I was just thinking that. But sometimes, there are more important aspects to a relationship that need to be concentrated on.”
He hums and pulls away from me. Caulder shoves his shorts down and steps out of them on his way into the bedroom. I grin after him, losing my clothes in a trail behind him.
I get a spectacular view of his ass as he climbs on the bed. Before he can lay down, I stop him and spread his cheeks for me.
“I’m super clean,” he murmurs.
“Ready for my mouth at your hole, babe?” I ask, dragging my finger through his crack and over his puckered hole. His muscles clench reflexively.
“Yes.”
“Where’s your lube?”
Caulder pulls out of my grasp and reaches into his nightstand drawer. He tosses it on the bed and backs that sexy ass up so he’s right in front of me again. I settle between his legs and give his sexy ass a gentle bite.
He grunts. His entire body shifts as he adjusts his weight onto one hand so he can rub his cock with the other. I have half a mind to swat his hand away, but I’ll let him play for a minute. But that thing is going in my mouth before long.
I lick along his crack again, tasting primarily soap. When I concentrate on his hole, Caulder’s low groan fills the room. It fills my head, sending sweet tendrils of arousal down my spine. I lick his hole like a dog trying to get the last little bits of peanut butter from the bottom of the jar. Constantly placing pressureon his tight ring of muscle until it gives way, and I can poke my tongue into him.
