He picks up the pace, and then his hand cradles my balls, tugging on them for a few seconds before one finger moves down a little further and circles my tight hole.
And when he strokes it while deep throating me, I give up a strangled cry and come ridiculously hard. So hard that I see literal stars.
When I come to, Whit’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling down at me.
“I take it you enjoyed that.”
“Oh, fuck off, you smug bastard,” I manage to say and then pull him down for a blistering kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it only excites me more. This guy, I swear.
When we come up for air, I say, “How am I ever going to come back from this?”
Whit looks sad for a moment before the emotion is erased completely.
To lighten the mood, I add, “You do realize that I’m going to be begging you for those more often, right?”
“I don’t mind. I enjoyed it. A little too much.”
He pushes himself up and then slides off of me. “Give me a minute.”
“Wait, did you just…”
He grabs a change of pants and disappears into the bathroom.
Okay, that’s hot. I throw an arm across my face and lie there, my flaccid cock still out. Instead of putting it away, I just kick off my boxers and lie there naked.
When Whit returns, he crawls on top of me and tucks himself into my side.
Sighing, I pull him into me and nuzzle the top of his head with my face.
“You’ll have to teach me how to do that so I can reciprocate. Not that you needed it tonight.”
His hand strokes my chest. “You never need to reciprocate unless you want to, but it will be perfect if you do. I’m sure of it.”
And I melt a little.
Okay, yeah. This may be casual for him, but it’s not casual for me.
Not anymore.
* * *
WHIT
“We leave in thirty minutes,” Magnus says, adjusting his bow tie in the mirror.
I watch him for a minute and then disappear into the bathroom. Oh, how my tastes have changed in the last month.
I glance in the mirror and grip the countertop as visions of Caleb writhing beneath me surface. Of him panting, begging, his lips on mine, his tongue plundering my mouth, those muscles flexing beneath my hands. So many muscles.
And that smile.
Hanging my head, I breathe deeply through my nose. This is getting a little ridiculous. I’ve never been so enamored with another person in my entire life. When I first met Caleb, I’d assumed he’d be a typical bigoted asshole, but he’s proved me wrong so many times. He’s so different than I expected him to be. The way he lets me hold him, how he nuzzles my neck, how he begs for it.
I’m obsessed.
Usually, sex for me is a transaction, something I do to relieve some of the tension building in me. It’s nothing personal, and I derive a just fleeting pleasure from it.
But with Caleb, I’m consumed by it. I give in to him much more than I should, and if I allow myself to take…well, I’m pretty sure I’d be ravenous.