Page 57 of Harvest Heat

He pulled out and slapped Rhys’s ass. “It’s time to free your arms, but we can do this again soon.”

Rhys nodded as Caleb worked at the cuffs of Rhys shirt until he got the buttons loose and was able to pull it off and toss it on the ground with the rest of their clothes.

“Was it torture not to be able to touch yourself or do anything but take what I gave you?”

Rhys turned to look at him, eyes wide. “Yes. So much.”

“Good. Now, get up on the bed and turn over on your back. I want to see you.”

“I don’t⁠—”

“Rhys, I want to watch you come, then pull out and come all over you. I want to make you messy for me.”

“I don’t know if I can let you watch.”

Caleb ran a hand up and down his spine. “Would you try? If it’s too much, we’ll stop.”

“Okay.” Rhys positioned himself, and Caleb let his gaze run all the way down Rhys’s body. He loved how much precum was dripping from his cock. “You’re leaking for me.”

Rhys smiled up at him, looking completely blissed-out again. He’d really loved having his arms pinned behind him. What else would he let Caleb do?

He settled between Rhys’s legs and pushed back inside him. Rhys’s mouth dropped open, and he drew in a ragged breath. “You okay?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

Caleb didn’t. “Touch yourself. I want to watch.”

Rhys wrapped hand around his cock. His precum worked like lube as he moved his hand up and down, faster and faster. He closed his eyes and let himself just feel Caleb stretching him, driving inside him. He wasn’t sure he could look into Caleb’s eyes, but he could let him watch. He felt so full. Caleb knew just what he needed. He shifted position so his cock rubbed right over Rhys’s prostate. He was almost there.

“Look at me.”

Rhys shook his head, and Caleb slowed his rhythm. The slow strokes felt delicious, but they weren’t what Rhys needed. “Please. Need more.”

“Can you look at me? I want to see your eyes when you come.”

“I don’t know if…”

Caleb put his hand over Rhys’s, forcing him to jerk himself off faster. Rhys gasped when Caleb picked up his own pace, driving into Rhys harder. Caleb groaned, and Rhys wanted to see him. He opened his eyes and met Caleb’s gaze.

“That’s it,” Caleb said. “Show me how much you need this. Come for me.” Seconds later, Rhys did, his gaze locked with Caleb’s. He’d done it, and he didn’t even feel scared.

As Caleb had promised, he pulled out and stroked his cock until he came all over Rhys’s abdomen. When they were both done, Caleb collapsed beside him. Rhys felt like he was floating. The only thing in his world seemed to be Caleb’s warm body and the sound of his rapid breaths. Caleb had truly taken him out of himself. He’d been able to relax, to quiet his mind. He wasn’t analyzing; he wasn’t worrying. He was just enjoying the moment. “Thank you.”

Caleb rose up on one elbow and smiled down at him. “No thanks needed. I promise you it was my pleasure.”

“I mean for…” Rhys wasn’t sure if Caleb would understand.

Caleb brushed the backs of his fingers over Rhys’s cheek, and Rhys leaned into the touch, wanting to simply melt into Caleb. “For what?”

“For helping me relax, helping me have fun. I’m usually thinking of so many things, second-guessing everything, and tonight, I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

Caleb’s soft smile made Rhys feel warm all over. “You’re welcome.” He gave Rhys a gentle kiss, and then his stomach growled loudly, and they both laughed.

“I’m starving,” he admitted.

“Me too,” Rhys said. “Do you want me to bring the dinner upstairs?”

Caleb glanced around his tiny apartment and frowned. “We’ll have a lot more space downstairs. Why don’t you shower first, then you can go down and set things out while I shower.”