“Do you trust me?”
“Unfortunately.”
I lean down to bite his shoulder, and he gasps. My arms close around his back tightly. “What’s unfortunate about it?”
Evan flicks his eyes between mine, and reservation crosses his face. “Because it means you can easily break my heart. I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time.”
My throat dries out at his declaration. I press my hand to the centre of his chest and feel it thump a little faster than normal. “This heart is going to stay intact because I’m not going to let anything hurt you ever again.”
His mouth trembles. “That’s a bold statement.”
“Yeah, these are the thoughts I’m talking about, pups.”
Evan wraps his arms around my neck and presses our chests against one another until we practically mould into the same skin. It’s electric and rapturous.
He pulls back an inch and locks eyes with me. “C-can you show me what you mean?”
I press my lips to his softly. “Oh, I’ll show you what I mean, baby.”
36
EVAN
Caleb stares back at me with dilated eyes as I try to calm my heaving chest. “I’m going to pleasure you now, okay?”
I swallow with a slow nod. “Okay.”
“You tell me to stop if it gets too much. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.”
He buries his head into my neck and hums softly. “Then let’s get these clothes off.”
Once my T-shirt and shorts are on the floor, I’m in nothing but my boxers.
“I’m all dirty from training,” I say as he lays me back against his bed, and I cringe at contaminating his sheets.
Caleb scoffs and removes my boxers with ease. “You think I give a fuck about that when you’re here, naked on my bed?”
My cheeks heat painfully as he leans over me. “You’ll need to wash them.”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “I will when you make a fucking mess all over them.”
I exhale a ragged breath as he kneels on the bed and grabs my hips. He twists me so I’m sitting in his lap with my legs spread and his chest pressed up against my back.
“As soon as you feel like you’re gonna come,” he whispers into my neck, “you tell me.”
“Okay, I will.”
Caleb’s hand fists my cock, and I groan out loud. My head falls back against his chest as I watch his fingers move up and down my length. I bury my teeth into my bottom lip as I wiggle my hips for extra friction.
He starts slow before building up the pace until I’m trembling in his hold. My mouth parts, and I release a long breath, my heart pounding in my throat.
“C-Caleb,” I blubber pathetically, already feeling on the edge. “I’m close.”
Then he stops, and I whine in protest.
“You want to come?”
