“You’re doing…so good,” I moan, moving my cock further down his throat.
He gags around me, clutching my thighs.
“I’m so close,” I moan and then fuck into him harder, twisting his hair in my hands, listening as he chokes and groans around me.
Always so fucking good for me. A fucking vision, a fucking dream I never want to wake from.
“Look at me,” I gasp, and when those blue eyes travel up to meet mine, I nearly come undone.
His hand reaches up and tugs at my balls, ripping a shout from me, and then I’m trying to pull back, but he holds on.
He wants it.
He wants it all.
My cock erupts, and he swallows around my pulsing length. He pulls me so far down his throat that his nose hits my groin.
I chant his name as I fill his mouth, listening as he drinks it all. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. He’s never given anyone a blowjob, but this was the best one I’ve ever had.
When I sag against him, I reach down, stroking his damp jaw.
“Caleb,” I mutter as I slip from his mouth.
He stares up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks, his mouth red and wet from how rough I was.
I like what I see far too much. He wears me so well.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him up and pressing my mouth to his, kissing him roughly. “I’m going to wreck you,” I say, and he groans his acceptance.
As if to say, I can have him.
Because he’s going to ruin me, too.
Slowly, I pull away and undress him, falling to my knees to return the favor. And while I do this, while I take him all the way to the back of my throat, he never touches my head, just rests his broken hand onmy shoulder, his other gently cupping the front of my throat, feeling himself there.
“Whit, Whit,” he moans as I bob my head, bringing him toward the precipice. And as I do, my fingers move to his ass, massaging those globes, sliding a finger up his crack, and touching his hole.
It flexes against my fingertip, and Caleb shudders against me, the promise of what I want to do to him loud in the otherwise silent room. His cum abruptly fills my mouth, and I swallow it down, feeling him empty himself inside of me.
And when he’s done, his body still shaking, I rest my head against his thigh, my finger still on his hole, his cock against my cheek.
He touches my hair gingerly as I close my eyes and relish the feeling of his hand on me.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I mutter.
“I know.”
“Not today, but soon.”
“I can’t wait.”
Then my eyes flutter open, and I push myself up, knowing what I want to do. What I want to show him. Our fingers link, and he lets me lead him into the bedroom. We come to a stop next to my bed, and his eyes turn toward it.
“Get on it. Facedown,” I say, my voice stern.
He obeys, crawling forward, his head hitting my pillow, cradling it beneath his hands.
He looks like every fantasy I’ve had, lying there, waiting for whatever I plan to give him.
