I ignored the horror in his voice and released my own dick so I could wrap my arms around his hips. The move kept him from escaping me like he wanted. Since I knew he was only doing itbecause he thought he was hurting me, I held him still and sucked him to the back of my throat and began humming around his rigid flesh.
“Jace, yes, fuck, yes, please!”
More words spilled from his throat, but I couldn’t understand most of them. He was back to fucking my mouth. Despite my hold on him, he suddenly lurched to a sitting position and dug his fingers into my hair. My own lust spiked as he took control and began to fuck me without any kind of hesitation. I shifted my body so I could look at him while he was doing it.
“Jace,” he whispered in disbelief. His face was pulled into an expression that was a mix of near-pain and want and I reveled in knowing that I'd done that to him. That I’d sent him to a place where all he could do was respond to the needs of his body.
But I wanted to make sure he knew I wanted what he was doing to me just as badly. I had no doubt he’d freaked moments earlier when he’d heard me gag because he’d probably experienced that same thing before.
Never in a million years did I want him to equate what had been done to him to what he was doing to me.
With my hands once again free, I began jerking myself off frantically. It was all I could do to keep my throat relaxed enough to take Caleb’s pummeling. Caleb saw me fucking my own hand and his mouth parted.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Just like that.”
I didn’t know if he was talking about me fucking my hand or me deep-throating him, but I didn’t really care. I was too lost in his glassy eyes to care.
“I’m going to come,” Caleb said as he shook his head. “It’s too much!” he cried out. Seconds later, he began spurting down my throat. I choked a bit, but then hollowed my cheeks to draw out the orgasm for him. He shouted in relief as he continued to pump into me. His climax set off mine and I was forced to pull off him to shout out my own pleasure. I felt cum hit my chin right before I looked down to watch my own release spew from the head of myflushed dick. My body was racked with spasms and I had to grab Caleb’s thigh to steady myself.
The orgasm seemed to go on forever. When it finally eased, all I could hear was my own heavy pants as I tried to catch my breath. Caleb’s fingers were linked with mine where they were pressed against his thigh. I looked up at him and saw him watching me with wonder. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to.
His eyes were speaking for him loud and clear.
Caleb slid off the bed and dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands came up to clasp the sides of my face. I expected him to kiss me, but instead, he ran his tongue along my chin, collecting his own semen. Then he covered my mouth with his and I eagerly drank every drop of the salty, bitter fluid that he fed me. I reached down and covered his ass with my hands, then pulled him forward so he was straddling me. Our spent cocks brushed against one another as Caleb wrapped his arms around my neck.
“Thank you,” he whispered against my mouth, then he tucked his face against my neck and just clung to me.
An unpleasant sensation went through me and it took me a moment to figure out what it was.
Fear.
But fear of what?
Losing Caleb?
Keeping him?
I wanted to laugh as the answer became obvious to me.
Both.
Chapter 14
Caleb
“We don’t haveto do this,” I said as I followed Jace down the dimly lit sidewalk. “I’m sorry I blew up at you like that.”
I felt my cheeks heat as I remembered the way I’d gone off on Jace that very morning. I’d called him an overbearing jackass after he’d refused to let me go ashore with him to the local convenience store that also had a small laundry attached. Between being confined to the boat for nearly two weeks and Jace’s distant attitude, I’d been at my breaking point and I’d just needed some kind of change in my routine. When I’d insisted that no one would recognize me in the few minutes it took to toss our clothes into one of the half-dozen washing machines, Jace had calmly reminded me it wasn’t safe.
An argument that had held little water with me, since there was still no evidence that I’d been linked to the shooting outside Richard Jennings’ house.
Jace had insisted we still needed to be careful about anyone seeing me, but I hadn’t been so sure that was the reason he’d been unwilling to even consider the idea of me going ashore with him. Maybe if he hadn’t spent the better part of a week avoiding me even when we were in the same room together, Iwould have believed it was just his overprotective nature kicking in.
From the moment Jace had lifted me off the floor and settled me on the bed after the epic blowjob he’d given me, I’d sensed a subtle shift in him. He’d suggested I get cleaned up, even though he’d been the one covered in the remnants of our cum. Then he’d left the room without another word.
And my insecurities had kicked in big-time.
I’d obsessed over the fact that I’d been too rough with him, especially by the end when I’d fucked his mouth without any kind of consideration. I’d had that done to me more times than I wanted to admit, but when Jace had refused to let me pull out of his mouth, had even looked up at me with lust-filled eyes, I’d wanted to believe that he really was enjoying what was happening. I’d lost control after that. Jace had come too, but maybe it had just been his body’s natural reaction to the stimulation.
