Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Absolutely.” Caleb preened as he reached for the lube again, and this time, I knew only rising desire, no tension. He quickly slicked up his fingers and held my gaze the whole time he worked himself open, moaning softly. Even without being able to see his hand, I still loved the erotic display, and my cock pulsed hard on my belly. Glancing down at my erection, Caleb let out another moan. “Need you now.”
“Do it.” I sucked in a breath as Caleb lowered. He kept right on holding my gaze, an intense connection that had me moaning even before he was fully seated.
“Oh God, Tony.” Caleb’s voice wavered as he started rocking hard and fast. No warm-up. Just going for it right out of the gate in a way that would have me there way too fast. The warm, welcoming heat of his ass made my cock impossibly harder, but it was his unbridled enthusiasm and happy noises that turned me on the most.
“Do whatever you need,” I ordered, gritting my teeth for an entirely different reason.
“This. You.” He arched his spine, thighs flexing, head falling back, the hottest thing I’d ever seen. He pushed the pace, riding me with an intensity I hadn’t known possible.
“Yeah, Caleb,” I urged him on with my words and my hands on his hips.
“Touch me,” he demanded. I instantly moved my right hand to his cock. My only concern was making him come as fast as humanly possible.
“Come on. Come On.”
“You close?” he gasped, ass squeezing me in a way that almost brought me off right there.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Good.” He braced his hands on my chest. “I’m gonna go hard. You come too.”
I was so fully in his thrall that all I could do was moan. “Yes.”
Caleb knew exactly what he was doing to me, clenching and unclenching his ass muscles as he ground down. He made a triumphant noise as I thrust up, unable to hold back a second longer. I stroked his cock hard and fast, pulling out every trick I knew he loved to get him off with me.
And right as orgasm washed over me, he came too, big spurts that landed all over my abs. His ass fluttered, making me climax all the harder because I could feel him go. Likewise, his expression of utter pleasure and contentment made me come and come.
“Oh, Caleb.” I managed one last gasp before orgasm stole the rest of my breath. My whole body tingled, every muscle feeling better than ever before. Hell, even my breath, once it returned, felt amazing. I lay there, shuddering, basking in pleasure long after Caleb cleaned us up with the washcloth and collapsed next to me.
“See? All sorts of fun.” He laughed tiredly as he rested his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, drinking in his joy.
“Yep.” Much as I wanted to stay awake, I ended up letting my eyes shut. Caleb exhaled against me, a soft huff that ruffled my chest hair and made my heart do a weird flip. I floated on, sleep creeping closer and closer.
“Love you.”
Did the whisper come from my own mouth? Caleb sleep talking? A dream? My brain was entirely too fuzzy to figure out an answer I was in no way prepared to deal with, so I let sleep win.
Chapter Twenty-One
Caleb
Dawn came far too quickly, and for the first time in my life, I watched another human doze. For someone who confessed to having trouble sleeping, Tony was a remarkably deep, peaceful sleeper. A pale beam of light filtered in from the hall. My door was cracked from an earlier trip to the bathroom. Tony’s face was slack, the picture of relaxation where earlier he’d been so tense. Once we’d figured out what we both wanted from the sex, it had been the best I’d ever had, and it sure had seemed that way for him too.
I tucked the covers more securely around him, the urge to take care of him undeniable. Maybe that was what made the sex so good—we both seemed more invested in the other person’s pleasure than our own. And as much as I’d liked watching Tony slay as a coach and fundraiser earlier in the evening, getting to see his more vulnerable side felt equally special. He’d been willing to try something new with me despite uncertainty. Further, we’d found our way to deeper communication, enabling me to give him exactly what he wanted and needed.
Heady stuff, and it was no wonder I couldn’t sleep. My stomach let out a rumble as I glanced at my bedside clock. The local donut shop would be opening in a few minutes. I was decent at cooking for a crowd at the fire station, but the thought of wooing Tony with a breakfast for two intimidated me. A little too romantic for what was supposed to be a super-secret fling, but donuts I could do.