“Aw. You jealous, baby?” I ask with a small smile, and he huffs in annoyance. “Nothing to be jealous of. I got a thing for you.”
I step toward him and pull him into me and nuzzle his neck.
“Other guys don’t do it for me. I think I’m gay just for you.”
He relaxes under my touch, and then I press a kiss to his neck and nibble on his ear. “I’m horny as hell for you, though.”
I arch my hips into him to prove my point, and he shudders against me.
“I want you now.”
“Are you sure you’re better?” he asks, and I nod, nipping lightly at the skin on his neck. Inhaling him.
“I’m ready. Have been for days, but you’ve made me wait. I want it, and I want itnow.”
Whit pulls away from me and eyes me, gauging how serious I am. Whether or not I’m lying to get my way. So, I let him look his fill while running my hand up and down his growing cock.
“Seems you’re ready too,” I tease, and Whit exhales shakily. “I want you naked, Whit. Both of us naked. And when we’re done, I’m washing you in the shower.
Whit’s lips tremble. “Thought about this a lot, have you?”
“You have no idea. The past few days have been torture,” I say and then slide my fingers into his hair and pull him into a bruising kiss.
I moan into it, licking inside his mouth. He tastes so fucking good. God, I can’t wait to strip him down and press my tongue everywhere. Pawing at the bottom of his shirt, I tug it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. I take a moment to look at him and then groan loudly at how fucking perfect he is.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Whit breathes, and I roll my eyes, fumbling with the button of his jeans.
“I can’t help it. You’re so sexy.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m deadly serious.”
I hook my thumbs into his jeans and tug them down. They don’t come off easily, so I crouch down and help him step out of them. And that leaves him in just his boxer briefs, his hard length straining against them. So, I nuzzle his cock, run my good hand up to his thigh, and tug his underwear off.
His cock bobs in front of my face, long and hard. Whit is visibly trembling, his hands threading through my hair, his thumbs brushing my stubbly cheeks.
“Caleb,” he mutters, and I press a kiss to his swollen tip.
God, I’ve never sucked a cock before, but I don’t even care because it'shim.
“Tell me what you like,” I breathe, and Whit shudders when I suck on him again.
“Whatever you do, it’ll be perfect.”
I highly doubt that, but I’m nothing if not enthusiastic.
So I lick my tongue down to the base and then sloppily kiss my way back to the tip.
He’s trembling. I can feel it in his thighs. He’s trying to hold back.
“Such a control freak,” I say and then slide him into my mouth.
He’s warm and smooth and tastes musty. I’m already addicted.
Sliding him into my mouth as far as I can go, I gag, and Whit groans. I love that sound, love making him go crazy, so I pull off of him and try again.
I gag again, and Whit’s hands tighten in my hair.