Page 46 of Harvest Heat

“Yes. Now, touch yourself. I want to watch.”

“I…”

“Do it for me,” Caleb said.

Rhys was already reaching for his cock. He stroked himself slowly, all the way from the base to the tip, brushing his thumb across his slit.

Caleb tried to keep his eyes on Rhys as he leaned over and grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand.

“Hold out your hand,” he ordered, and Rhys did.

“Do you like that?” Rhys frowned, obviously confused. “Do you like being told what to do?”

“Fuck, Caleb, I just…”

Caleb didn’t need to push; he had his answer. He drizzled lube onto Rhys’s palm. “More.”

Rhys returned to stroking himself as Caleb slicked up his fingers, then pushed Rhys’s legs up, exposing him even more. He drew his fingers along Rhys’s crack to his hole and began to open him up. Rhys groaned as Caleb pushed inside him.

“Please.” Rhys tried to lift his hips to get more, so Caleb pushed deep enough to press against Rhys’s prostate. He cried out, making Caleb smile.

“Good?”

“Fuck, yes. I need… I need you to fuck me. I don’t want to wait.”

Caleb already wanted him desperately, but seeing him like this, willing to beg, was going to kill him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please.”

His hand was moving faster on his cock, and Caleb was not going to let him come before he was deep inside him. “Turn over. And no more touching yourself.”

“You can’t just… I’m not…”

“I think you like it, and I do too. Once we leave this room, I won’t expect you to do what I say. How’s that?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, turn over and get on your knees.”

How did Caleb know what he liked? It was as if he’d been inside Rhys’s fantasies. He wasn’t sure if that was incredible or scary, but when Caleb gripped his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, Rhys couldn’t worry about that anymore because Caleb’s thick cock was right there, pressing against his ass.

“Are you ready?” Caleb asked.

“Yes. Please.” He didn’t want to be begging Caleb, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Such a good boy.” Caleb’s words made him whimper, and he sucked in his breath as Caleb opened him up, pressing past his body’s barriers. He wanted to be good for Caleb.

“Breathe,” Caleb ordered. Rhys tried to remember how.

“It’s not easy with you… with all that…”

“You can handle it. You’re so good, so ready for this.”

Rhys couldn’t hold back a whimper.

“Let go and enjoy it. I’ll take care of you.”

He wanted to enjoy the moment. He wanted to take in every sensation Caleb was pulling from his body, even ones he found embarrassing. He wanted to be able to stop thinking altogether, but that was basically impossible for him.