I’m nodding like a mad man.
“Then tell me you deserve to be touched like this,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
For a moment, I pause, my mouth parting, but no words escaping.
“Say it, Evan.”
“I—” The word dies on my tongue.
“To feel pleasure. To let go,” he carries on.
My eyes burn as he continues to kiss along my neck, trailing shapes over my thigh with his spare hand.
“I can’t,” I choke.
“Not good enough.”
This time, he drops my cock completely, and I almost scream in protest. “No.”
“Then tell me that you deserve this, that you’re allowed to feel pleasure.”
My cock throbs as I gnaw on my bottom lip. “I—” I pause for a second. “Deserve to feel pleasure.”
The words are rushed and barely audible. Caleb tuts and brushes my cock with the tips of his fingers in a teasing manner, but it’s not enough. I need so much more.
“Say it like you mean it,” he says before nipping at my shoulder.
I suck in a breath as my legs tremble with my orgasm brewing. “Ideserveto feel pleasure.”
“Good boy,” he coos as he wraps his hand around my cock again, and I sigh desperately in relief.
Yeah, I’m a sucker for praise because I’m leaking with those words.
“What else do you deserve?”
My eyes swim with tears as he drags his mouth down the column of my throat and starts to stroke me once more.
“To feel…” I trail off.
“To feel what?”
When I don’t answer quickly enough, he pauses again and again. My head rolls to the side as I attempt to thrust my hips up into his fist. He tuts at me and releases my cock. I’m burning up, needing to finish.
“Caleb, please,” I whine.
He grunts, and it’s the hottest sound I could possibly hear.
“Talk to me, baby. Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I choke out. “Please.”
“Then tell me what you deserve.
“I deserve to let go,” I call out loudly.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “You deserve to let go.”
My eyes fall into the back of my head, and I drink in his words as his hands return to stroke me over and over as my orgasm builds. My legs squirm against his. I’m so close I can fucking taste it.
