“I need to feel you,” Cal said, his eyes pleading. “I want you to, Si. Please.”
I nodded slowly. My heart was hammering in my chest, a mix of anxiety and overwhelming devotion.
“Come here,” I said softly. “Scoot to the edge.”
Cal obeyed instantly, sliding down the mattress until his legs dangled off the end. I stood between his knees. It put us face to face, eye to eye.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand. My hands were shaking slightly.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered, holding his gaze. “Just breathe. Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”
I coated my fingers and prepped him slowly. I didn’t use dirty talk. I just whispered reassurances. I watched his face for every flinch, every sigh, making sure he was with me.
“You okay?” I asked, my voice tight with concentration as I stretched him. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” Cal gasped, his hips lifting to meet my fingers. “No, it feels good. Don’t stop.”
When he was ready, I reached for the small foil square on the nightstand. My hands fumbled slightly as I tore it open, the sound loud in the quiet room. Cal watched me, patient, his eyes soft.
I rolled the condom on, my breath catching in my throat. This was real. This was happening.
I stepped closer, pressing against him.
“Look at me,” I whispered. “Is this still what you want?”
Calmet my gaze, his eyes wide and trusting.
“Yes. I want you.”
With a nod, I pushed in, agonizingly slow.
Cal let out a sharp cry, his head thrown back against the mattress, his hands gripping my forearms.
“Okay?” I stopped instantly, hovering. “Too much?”
“No,” Cal panted, tears leaking from his eyes again. “No, don’t stop. Just… don’t stop.”
I sank down, inch by inch, until I was buried deep inside him. The feeling was overwhelming, the heat, the tightness, the absolute possession.
“God, Silas,” Cal sobbed, wrapping his legs around my waist. “You’re so deep.”
I didn’t move for a long moment. I just held him, letting our bodies adjust, letting the reality of what we were doing settle over us.
We were breaking our own rules. We were crossing a line we could never uncross.
I started to move. Every thrust was a question,Are you okay? Are you mine?, and Cal’s whimpers were the answer.
I leaned down, bracing my hands on either side of his head, kissing him deeply, tasting his tears.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered against his mouth. “I’m right here.”
Cal was shaking beneath me. He was close, I could feel it in the way his body tightened, but he wasn’t there yet. He needed me.
I reached down between our sweating bodies. I wrapped my hand around his cock. He was hard, leaking, desperate.
I started to stroke him in time with my thrusts, taking complete control of his pleasure.
I whispered into his ear. “You don’t have to hold on. Let go, Cal.”
