“Just kidding.”
CHAPTER NINE
I never thought I’d become obsessed with someone like this. I look forward to arriving home after classes to find Caleb waiting for me.
Magnus asks why I rush off, why I’m always in a hurry.
I refuse to tell him why, but he has to know.
I may even run a little to get to my destination faster.
“You’re home,” Caleb says, his shirt off, his pants unzipped. His body is sprawled across the couch, wanton, completely needy.
I should hate this, but I don’t.
I crave it.
I stalk toward him, pulling my cock out and straddling his hips.
“You’re late,” he says softly as I lean down and let my lips slide along his neck. He shivers beneath me as I drag my hard cock up and down his abs.
“Why aren’t you already naked?” I ask, and Caleb moans.
“Next time, I will be.”
“Good boy,” I murmur, and he whines, arching his hips up for more friction. I give it to him, reaching between us and pulling him out of the confines of his boxers. His arms wrap around me as he shudders and shakes. Then I take us both into my hand, getting us off together.
This has become my favorite pastime.
“Whit,” he moans. “Whit, you feel so good.”
“So do you. You’re so fucking hot.”
“Oh god, so are you…” he moans, and then my lips find his. Our kiss is messy, wet, with far too many teeth, but I love it. I love everything about this.
Who knew? Not me.
When we fall apart together, our cum spilling onto his stomach, I find myself lingering, staying, not ready to run off just yet.
And as he lies there, he always runs his fingers through the mess we made, as if memorizing it, savoring it.
And it’s in these moments that I end up telling him a little more about myself.
“My favorite color is blue,” I say as his eyes flash to mine.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say, my finger toying with his nipple ring.
“I thought it would be black.”
“No, that’s just my preference for clothing.”
“Ah,” he says and then slow-blinks at me, like a cat in the sun. “My favorite color is blue, too.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah. Reminds me of summer skies.”
