“No, why would you…Caleb. I told you. I like you. I like doing things with you.”
“Then why not make it more?”
“More?”
“More than just casual.”
He looks pained. “I…I can’t.”
“But you did with your ex.”
“That was a long time ago. Things are different now.”
I sigh, and he presses a kiss to my neck. “I’ll cancel with him if it makes you feel better. I’ll do whatever you want if you stop being angry with me.”
“Don’t cancel. I…just…I don’t want you with anyone else when you’re with me, casual as it is.”
Whit presses his entire body down on top of mine. For the first time since being together, I’m the one holding him. I like it more than I should.
“Stop saying casual like it’s a dirty word. It’s not. I haven’t been with anyone else since we started this. And I don’t plan on being with anyone as long as this lasts.”
He wiggles a little on top of my still hard cock, and he adds, “Seems you still do want me despite being angry.”
I scoff. “Don’t be a smug asshole. You already know I’m constantly hard around you and willing to do just about anything. No need to rub it in. I already feel pathetic.”
Whit sighs. “Don’t. I love it. How needy you are for it.”
My cock jumps at those words, and I run my hand under his shirt, caressing his soft skin and then clutch the nape of his neck.
“Do you?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Want to try something new?”
My Adam’s apple bobs. “Hell yeah.”
Whit hums, and then he pushes himself up, and then he’s straddling my legs, and he’s tugging my boxers down until I’m fully exposed to him.
“I’m going to blow you.”
My breathing accelerates at that little tidbit, and I clutch the sheets.
“This will be over embarrassingly fast,” I mutter, and Whit smiles deviously.
“I am very good with my mouth. Just do me a favor, Caleb. Don’t grab my head.”
I nod, and then his mouth engulfs me. It’s wet and warm, and his tongue is doing something that is making me whine as he continues to lower his mouth onto me. Holy fuck, he’s still going. He’s got to be like a fucking pro at this because I’m down his throat now, and he’s not even gagging. He’s a miracle worker.
Sweet Jesus, I see heaven.
His tongue does something that should be illegal, and I’m gasping, clutching on the headboard with one hand and fisting the sheets in the other just to keep my hands away from his fucking head. He pulls off slowly and then sucks on the tip of my already drooling cock before he swallows me down again.
“Oh mother fuck,” I swear as he repeats the process, swallowing around me until I’m nearly weeping from the sensation.
I have neverneverhad a blowjob like this before. And I thought hand jobs from Whit were life-changing. Blow jobs are ten times better.
Oh shit.
I’m going to be even more insatiable after this. I’m going to be unbearable. He’s never getting rid of me.