“I thought about all the history classes I ever took.”
A laugh burst from me, and I got to experience that particular combination of laughter and raging lust only Caleb could draw from me. “You are such a fucking brat,” I murmured, sliding my lips to his neck. His pulse thumped rapidly, and I fastened my lips over the fluttering beat and sucked.
“Yes,” he moaned, thrusting his hips against me. Whatever history lesson he’d focused on must have fled, because his erection was rock-hard as it slid over mine. He dug his fingers into my hips and squirmed as I sucked harder at his neck.
I kept it up for another second, every dominant cell in my body enjoying the hell out of having him pinned between my bulk and the glass.
When I pulled back at last, a purple splotch marred his neck.
He licked water from his lips. “Did you just give me a hickey?” He reached up and palmed his neck. “What the hell?”
“Gotta mark my territory,” I said, curling my fingers around his dick. I brushed my lips over his, not quite kissing him as I gave him slow, thorough strokes. “I should tie you down and mark you all over. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
His cock swelled in my hand, and his breath went shaky. “Shit,” he whispered.
“Would you like that?” I asked, squeezing his shaft as I stroked.
“I’d love it,” he mumbled against my lips. He thrust his hips into my hand, pushing his cock deeper into my fist. I got a flashof heated blue eyes as he nipped at my mouth. “Mark me, sir. Write your name on me.”
A groan broke from me as I pressed my forehead to his. “You’re going to kill me.”
His husky laugh gusted over my lips. “Hopefully not before you make me come.”
I laughed, caught between humor and enough lust to start a bonfire. “That’s awfully slutty, Caleb.”
“You’re the one holding my dick, Mr. van der Meer.”
“Guilty,” I said, tightening my grip and working him faster, my palm sliding easily over the water and leftover soap. “But you’re the one who put on a show. And now you’re going to pay for it.”
He let his head fall against the glass with a thud. “Not seeing the downside here.”
I leaned in and nipped at the hard line of his jaw. “That’s because there isn’t one.”
He moaned and tilted his head to the side. Still stroking his dick, I trailed kisses down the side of his throat. When I lifted my head, my gaze snagged on the vanity reflected in the mirror across the bathroom. A little bottle of lube sat on the counter. Another item rested in the sink.
Caleb tracked my gaze in the shower’s glass wall. A flush climbed his neck.
I put two fingers under his chin. “You want something from me.”
He closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, they were a mix of shyness, lust, and longing. “Yes.”
“What?”
“You already know what I want,” he murmured.
“Tell me anyway.”
Water pounded around us. He held my stare, mist caught in his eyelashes. “I want you to fuck me, Jesse.”
My breath hitched. I dragged a rough thumb over his bottom lip. “You do that on purpose. Saying my name like that.”
He licked the spot I’d touched. “Maybe.”
I sank to my knees.
His eyes popped wide, and his mouth fell open, a choking sound emerging.
I chuckled, my lips perilously close to the tip of his dick. “At least we finally know what it takes to render Caleb Lawson speechless.”
