To my abject horror, my voice cracked on the last word, making it sound even more pathetic than it had sounded in my head. Caelyx shot up like a bullet, gathering me up in his arms and pressing me against him.
That screaming instinct to wriggle away from him bloomed up in my brain again, but I pointedly ignored it, letting him stroke his fingers through my hair.
“You’re not,” he assured me softly. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not perfect, Caelyx.” My voice was muffled against the hard planes of his chest, so warm even through the fabric of his t-shirt.
“You are,” he corrected me. “You are gorgeous and smart and sweet and incredibly sexy.”
I raised my head, staring up into his eyes, even though the intensity in them was almost too much, sending my pulse racing and my heart pounding.
“You’re the only one who thinks that.”
He dragged his hand down from my hair to cup my jaw and force me to keep looking at him. My stomach tumbled inside me, my breath coming out hard and fast as my fingers tightened into the front of his shirt.
“Everyone else is stupid. It doesn’t matter what they think,” he insisted, and I could tell he really meant it. “You make me feel so…”
“So?” I couldn’t help but ask, practically panting. I felt like I was about to jump out of a plane, with wind whipping around me and miles and miles of air below me. If I made one tiny wrong move, I’d die.
“I have never felt like less of a screwup than I do when you’re looking at me like you’re looking at me right now,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion.
“You’re not a screwup,” I promised him. “You have done everything right. Everything,” I reiterated. “You have been… Exactly what I have always wanted a guy to be for me,” I said, forcing the words out even though they’d tried to stick in my throat. But he deserved to know. Because he had been.
His fingers flexed, briefly tightening on my jaw like my words had sent an electric shock through him. A shiver rolled through me as his eyes darted down to my lips, before he swallowed so hard I could hear the desperation in it. He leaned in, so close I could feel his warm breath puff out against my mouth, shooting tingles across it.
“Please, Aspen,” he whispered, but his eyes didn’t leave my lips. “Please.”
Nerves twisted and writhed in my stomach like convulsing butterflies, but I couldn’t imagine saying no to him again. And not just because I was afraid of losing him. But because I was so fucking tired of keeping some arbitrary barrier between us so that I could feel like I wasn’t losing myself.
If he ended up hurting me, then so be it. I wouldn’t keep hurting him just for the sake of staying in my familiar little comfort zone.
I slid my hand up his chest, over his broad shoulders and into his hair, pulling on him to close the last tiny gap of distance between us. Our lips crashed together, his groan spilling out between us as we connected. Like he’d been actually dying to kiss me.
His mouth was firm and warm, moving against mine in a perfect, bruising way that had me clinging onto him like an anchor. When I tried to back away to breathe, he only let me suck in a single breath before he’d yanked me back against him, his tongue pushing in past my lips to tease me, all my nerve endings sparking up as arousal flooded my veins.
Somehow, I found myself on my back, with his hard body between my thighs, his cock grinding into mine through our clothes as he destroyed my brain with his tongue. It was dizzying, how hot and hard he kissed me, our teeth clanking together. He bit into my lower lip, dragging a gasp out of me, and then a moan as he slicked his tongue over the bite to soothe the sting.
“Caelyx,” I panted out his name, pulling on his hair a little so he’d back off enough to let me try to breathe.
“Uh-uh,” he answered against my mouth, before sucking my bottom lip in, teasing it with his tongue as he rolled his hips into me, until my dick was pulsing between my legs. We’d part for a second, and then he’d attack me with another kiss, over and over until my head was full of cotton candy clouds and no thoughts that weren’t of him.
We took each other’s clothes off between more breathless, ragged kisses. With our naked chests pressed together, I stroked my hands down his smoothly muscled back, slipping my hands under the waistband of his boxers to grab onto the firm globes of his ass. He whimpered against my mouth, arching his back and pushing his butt into my grip.
“You’re gonna fuck me, right?” He panted, before giving my bruised mouth another sweet little peck. When I glanced over to his bedroom door, he let out a desperate little groan, his hips twitching against me pleadingly. “Please, Cupcake. I need it.”
“What if they hear us?” I asked, but I was almost past the point of caring. The long, thick outline of his cock grinding over me while his tongue pushed up against mine was driving me crazy. And the shameless way he was begging me to fill him up… Fuck. I could feel how desperate he was in the way his muscles quivered under my hands.
“So what? They’ve got their own thing going on. They don’t care what we’re doing in here.”
He had a point… Kind of. And it was normal in their house to hear people fucking, but I wasn’t like Maddox. The thought of anyone sitting in the next room complaining about how annoying I sounded while I was coming my brains out made me want to actually perish.
“You want me to beg?” He asked, finally shifting his mouth away from mine to suck on my neck, right where he knew I was the most sensitive. I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan, but his tongue was sending spirals of pleasure racing down my whole body.
He was already begging, out of his mind with need for me. It was so hot I couldn’t stand it. Shoving at his shoulder, I flipped him onto his back, tugging his boxers down and discarding them, along with my own underwear. Hitching my leg up to straddle his hips, I planted my palms onto his firmly muscled chest, settling my weight onto his stiff cock. It was swollen and burning hot, leaking out pearls of precum to drip onto his toned stomach.
“Show me you can be quiet,” I ordered, shifting my hips to drag my dick along the length of his cock, pinning it down against him.
“Ah, fuck, Aspen,” he sobbed out, his hips bucking up against me. “You’re so wet. You feel so fucking good.”
