As soon as my hand is free of him, I disappear into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the warm spray.
My hand doesn’t hesitate. I just fist my cock and jerk it, Caleb’s body and face filtering through my mind as I do.
And when I press my forehead to the tiles and fuck my hips forward, imagining that tight hole engulfing my dick, I spray the shower walls with my release.
It’s messy, but at least the shower will leave no evidence of what I’ve done.
When I return to the bedroom, I see Caleb dozing, his cock out, cum drying on his skin. He hasn’t even bothered to put himself back together.
It’s so…him.
Downstairs, I can hear Aunt Del calling out that breakfast is ready.
Caleb’s lashes flutter open at the noise, and he peers up at me, almost looking shy.
My fucking kryptonite.
“Your aunt is asking us to come down for breakfast,” I say.
He rubs at his stomach and makes a face when he realizes his cum is still lingering there. And then I see his cock twitch and slowly grow hard.
This guy.
How long has it been since he’s gotten some?
I don’t know if I want to know that. It makes me feel…jealous.
Him with someone else.
“Whit. I told you,” he whines softly, and I know I won’t be able to resist. I bite my lip and reach down, getting him off again.
Harder this time. A punishment for making me so fucking out of control. But he likes it rough. He comes ridiculously fast once more.
Part of me loves that I can make him do this, though. But I’m not sure if I accomplished what I wanted to when I started this.
I wipe off my hands and Caleb groans, his eyes closing as if he’s going to nap again.
I poke his side. “Shower. I’ll be downstairs.”
He groans again and throws an arm over his face. “Don’t make me. Let’s just stay in bed all day.”
I know what will happen if we do that.
I can’t allow it. Not here.
But before he can protest any more, I hear a rough pounding on the door.
“Up assholes. Time to get up!” The voice is familiar, but I’m not sure which one. They’re all so loud and unhinged.
Caleb sits up, the cum sliding down his abs. He looks like temptation.
“You better not be fucking!” the man says on the other side of the door.
“Go away, Liam!” Caleb shoots back and hops out of bed.
I watch him, and he blushes beautifully.
Liam shouts once more. “It rained last night, so get your ass downstairs so we can go out. I didn’t drive all the way here for you to fuck all day!”
