There will be plenty of time for us to celebrate together, just us. Plenty more wins. Plenty of time ahead for us.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Caleb
‘Can you close your eyes and put in your noise-cancelling earphones please,’ Johannes announces as we step through the door of his villa after his win at Monza. He skipped out on the team drinks to have dinner withme.I’m not even sure I want to know what this exchange is about. I kind of get it, but it seems like an inside joke.
Nils peers around Jo and scrambles to his feet. ‘Absolutely I can. Have fun, guys!’ he says, disappearing into his room faster than I’ve ever seen him on the racetrack. Johannes just laughs.
‘You don’t want to know,’ he tells me. ‘You want a drink?’
He walks towards the kitchen, but I shake my head and tug his hand towards what I’m hoping is the other bedroom.
All of my nerves about doing this, about sleeping with someone as experienced and gorgeous as Johannes slip away. I don’t care about who came before, or the billboards he graces. Ionly care about the here and now of this moment. How proud I am of him. How he looks at me like the sun shines out of my flipping ass. It’s crazy, but it all seems so perfect.
‘Caleb Hughes, are you taking me to bed?’
‘Oh, Johannes Müller, you have no idea the night you’re about to have. I’m so fucking proud of you.’
‘Is me winning a turn-on for you?’
‘What do you think?’ The way he dedicated the win to me… Fuck, it turned me inside out.
He pushes the bedroom door open, everywhere beautifully neat just as I expected, and my lips are on his before he can even get the door shut. He shoves it with his foot, because this isn’t a moment we want Nils witnessing, and then I’m walking him back towards his bed without detaching my lips from his.
His fingers slip under the hem of my polo and lift it up. I have to lean away for a second for him to get it off. I chase his lips the second it’s discarded on the floor, but he holds a hand against my chest before pulling us both down onto the bed. But not even then does he let me continue. He lets his eyes appreciatively scan my bare chest, almost as if he’s taking in everything he didn’t get to enjoy the first time we did this. I was so torn up that night, but now I feel safe with him. And horny as hell.
‘Fuck, you’re so hot,’ he grunts before tugging my head back down and into the most intense kiss of my life.
It’s searing hot and our hands roam each other like we can’t get enough. And I can’t. There’s no such thing when it comes to Johannes Müller. We break apart for a second so he can pull his team T-shirt off and my hands finally get the chance to map out all that bare skin. In person, it’s just as incredible– and it’s mine for tonight. For as long as he’ll let me.
‘You’re so fucking hot. It’s insane how hot you are.’ He’s sculpted in all the right areas, but before I can even take it all in, he’s pushing down the pants he has on and his boxers all in one swoop. We tangle stupidly as he kicks them off and I’m laughing into his collarbone and, fuck, I’ve never felt so free. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so joyously while half naked with a sexual partner, but it comes so easily with him.
I unbuckle my belt and, in what I hope is a graceful move, shimmy my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and kick them off. It takes a millisecond for my brain to catch up that I’m completely naked with him, but I don’t get any more time to think because he’s pulling me down on top of him, skin on skin, back into another kiss.
Our dicks brush and I hiss at the friction, before searching it out again almost immediately. I could probably come just like this, but I don’t want to. I want to take him apart. I want to enjoy this moment, and I want to start to learn what makes him tick under the covers, what he likes and what pushes him over the edge. Unlike in today’s races, there’s no rush to the finish line.
I break the kiss, but only so my lips can find the corner of his jaw, then the slope of his neck down to his collarbone and there’s what feels like miles of dark brown skin ahead of me. I could do this for hours. I flick my tongue over his nipple and he moans, hips bucking up off the bed.
‘Patience,’ I whisper, looking up at him. ‘We’re getting there.’
I drag it out, mapping my way down his abs and his hip bone, nipping a little in the hope it will mark. He’s panting and whining by the time I get to the inside of his thighs, even more so when my nose pokes into the incredibly tidy patch of pubic hair around his dick. Even right here, he smells incredible. It’s a mix of whatever sweet scent he washes with and sweat and something uniquely Johannes, and I can’t get enough as I breathe him in.
‘I’m going to suck your dick, but you’re going to tell me when you’re close, okay? You’re not coming like this.’ His head tilts back to the ceiling like he’s composing himself before he nods and I love that he’s surrendering control to me.
He spreads his thighs out for me and I slide in between his legs, then engulf his entire cock in one fell swoop. I don’t do random hook-ups much– and only when I’m desperate for a release my hand won’t give me– but I always get told I’m really fucking good at blow jobs. It pays to have no gag reflex.
Johannes bucks up before I can stop him as his dick hits the back of my throat, I don’t even choke. Spit pours out of the corners of my lips, but I’m quite happy to keep him here as his salty pre-cum slides down my throat.
‘Oh, fuck, Caleb. What the fuck! Your fucking mouth.’ All the curses only seem to keep coming as I roll his balls in my hand, pulling my mouth back slightly only to let him sink straight to the back of my throat again. It’s incredible hearing him come undone like this, to see him clawing at the comforter to keep himself under control every time I bob back up to the tip of his dick and lick the slit, treating myself to how good he tastes.
Tugging at his balls with every stroke of my tongue leaves him panting and my jaw is finally slack enough that it doesn’t ache too much to keep up the pace I’ve set. His hands settle in my hair, spiralling my curls around his fingers until they’re tight and there’s a pain in my scalp, but I’m not complaining. It only motivates me further.
‘Stop, stop, fuck, fuck fuck!’ he curses out and I come to a halt before pulling off completely. ‘Sorry, I was about to cum, and you did say to let you know.’
I’m only a little sad because I was enjoying myself, but it was never meant to be the main event. I let myself catch my breath and look to him for a bit of a clue as to how he wants to play this. I don’t mind being either top or bottom, but we’ve never actually discussed what we’re down for.
‘How do you want to do this?’ he asks and my answer flies out of my mouth way too quickly.
