My lips curl inward as I try to keep a groan at bay. He really shouldn’t be biting me.
Marking me.
But he’s oblivious to my thoughts and does it again before pushing up and moving completely on top of me.
He must feel my hard cock now. Because he drags himself against it, a slow, lazy rut.
“Stay still,” I hiss, trying to stay in control, but it’s slowly slipping away.
He grunts and then rolls his hips forward once more before coming to a blessed stop.
“Sorry. My dick is desperate for you, apparently. You never should have given me a handy, dude.”
I huff at that.
I really shouldn’t have, but my body went against all reason.
“I liked it too much. You’ve created a monster,” Caleb says, his voice a pout.
He hesitates a moment and then arches into me once more. I pinch his side roughly, trying to keep him from doing that again. It only makes him swear and do it again.
“Fuck, Whit. You started this,” he whispers, almost desperately. “You need to fix it.”
The audacity. “I can’t just give you hand jobs all the time.”
“Uh, yeah. You can.”
I try to shove him off me, but he just clings to me, arms and legs wrapped around me, his entire body rutting up against me now.
And my body is responding to the feel of him.
He feels too good.
The kind of good that makes bad decisions feel worth it.
The kind of good that could ruin people.
“Caleb,” I say, slightly panicked, but also on the verge of coming myself. Oh fuck. I need space. I need…
“Just give me a minute,” he breathes. “Probably just ten seconds,” he buries his face in my neck. I can feel his warm breath hitting my overstimulated skin. “It’s your fault for smelling so fantastic.”
My hand threads through his hair and tugs roughly, pulling him up so he can see me.
“Stop.”
His eyes blink, and then his face falls, as if realizing what he was doing. “Shit. Oh fuck.” He rolls off me and stares at the ceiling, his hand running down his face.
“I’m sorry. That was…I’ll…sleep on the floor. But first, I need to…”
He moves to stand, but I reach out and grab onto him, pulling him toward the bed until he’s sprawled out once more.
Like a sacrifice I may be willing to make.
“I didn’t say you could go,” I say lowly, twisting my body so I can straddle his hips.
He blinks up at me, looking like a fucking dream, and my hands tug his sweats down. He lifts his hips to help me, and when his cock appears, I can’t help but reach down and touch it. It’s warm, hard.
Drooling.
