My hands slide up his sides, resting just below his ribs. I’m floating through heaven at the touch of his skin as my gaze flicks over his beautiful body.
After a few moments, he lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine, before pulling back an inch, but I catch his neck with my hand.
“Morning breath,” he murmurs, his cheeks heating.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about morning breath.”
“You’re a caveman.” Evan chuckles. “Can we brush our teeth first, please? It’s important I keep to my routine.”
A silent breath escapes me before I nod. I take his waist in my hands and raise him up so I can slip out from underneath him. When he thinks I’m going to put him on the ground, I throw him over my shoulder instead.
“Caleb,” he huffs.
“You want a caveman? I’ll be a caveman, pups.”
His laughter follows us, and I can’t help but smile in return. Everything he does is infectious.
After brushing our teeth, he slips out of the bathroom. But not before I grab onto his wrist and place my other hand on his jaw before slamming our mouths together. He grabs onto my biceps and whimpers as I slide my tongue into his mouth, tasting nothing but mint and desire.
I lift him and fall back onto the bed as he mounts me, grinding his hips against my crotch without breaking the kiss for a second.
His hands grip my neck as he devours my mouth, and I wrap my arms tightly around his back. With every kiss, he grinds harder until we’re both throbbing, desperately needing more.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt.
Evan smiles against me, and his confidence gives me a rush. He pulls back an inch and stares down at me with dilated eyes as he bites down on my bottom lip, and toys with the hem of my boxers.
“Evan,” I whisper as my hands glide up and down his spine.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure you want to do this? If you’re not ready yo–”
His mouth curls into a smile as he takes my wrists from behind my back and pins them beside my head. He grinds into me once more, and we both groan.
“Caleb.” He leans down as his words brush against my lips. “I want you to mark me. I want you to make me yours. I’m ready. It’s all I want. Please.”
My chest quivers at his declaration, and without hesitation, I flip him down onto his back. He stares up at me with glistening eyes and flaming cheeks. The sight barely has me holding on by a thread.
I place my hand on the centre of his chest and run my fingers along his smooth torso, his skin rising with goosebumps at my touch. My eyes follow the way he shudders, especially when I brush his hardening nipples.
“Ugh, fuck,” he chokes out.
My fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down his legs. He watches my every move as his cock emerges, and I wrap my hand around it, pumping gently.
Evan’s fingers bunch into the bedsheets as I press my thumb into the head, and massage it with the pad. His eyes clamp shut as he throws his head back to the bed. I stroke him until his legs start to quiver.
I lower down an inch and lick my tongue over the tip, and within seconds, he pushes himself up from the bed, resting back on his elbows. His lips part, and he releases a sound I’ve never heard before.
I guide his cock into my mouth. I don’t take my eyes off him as he watches with arousal and surprise. He pants heavily as I suck, feeling the head at the back of my throat. That’s when he latches onto my hair and tugs, and I grind my cock into the bed.
“Oh, Goddess,” he moans through gritted teeth. “Fuck. Fuck! Caleb, that feels so good.”
His words of praise encourage me further. I speed up but keep my lips tight as I move my head up and down to the sound of him losing himself to me. It’s raw and so unbelievably sexy that every time he cries out, I thrust my cock into the bed to relieve the tension building in my body.
“F-fuck,” he stutters. “Your mouth?—”
I watch him as he bites down onto his fist, thrusting his hips up into my mouth as he attempts to gain control. After a minute, I remove my lips as his head rolls.
