I pull off him and press a kiss to the tip of him.
“Fuck my mouth, yeah? I know you want to.”
“Caleb,” he moans, rubbing the tip of his cock over my lips, smearing them with precum. Such a kinky fucker.
“Do it. I want it.”
Caleb watches me, and when I open my mouth, he exhales shakily and slides himself back inside. And he starts off slowly, pumping carefully into me, making sure not to go too deep, and I suck as best I can, but it's fucking messy. I’m drooling, spit dripping down my chin, my eyes leaking as he begins to move faster.
“You’re doing…so good,” he moans, moving his cock farther into me.
I gag and clutch onto his thighs, but I’m so turned on I don’t even care. Just like being owned, apparently.
“I’m so close,” he says, and then his hips pick up the pace, his fingers tight in my hair. “Look at me.”
I do, and his dark eyes, those fucking eyes, make me nearly come undone. So, I reach up and cradle his balls, and he nearly shouts at the sensation. And then he’s trying to pull away, but fuck that. I’m all in. So I grab onto him and yank him so far back into me, I have to breathe through my nose, and he’s frantically trying to pull away, but then I swallow around him.
And he groans my name. Cum hits the back of my throat, and I gulp it down. Greedy for it. Needing it. He tastes so damn good.
And then he sags, his cock softening in my mouth as he strokes my cheeks.
“Caleb,” he mutters, and I finally let him slip from my mouth.
I look up at him, my face a mess. Tears stream down my cheeks, and my mouth is red and wet from how rough he was, but the way he looks at me. I know he likes what he sees.
“Come here,” he says and pulls me up, pressing his mouth to mine and kissing me roughly. “I’m going to wreck you,” he says, and I groan my acceptance.
He can have me.
Pulling away, he undresses me, and then he’s on his knees, swallowing me whole. And holy mother, he’s so much better at this than I am. Deep throating me like it’s his job. I place my hand on his shoulder, and with my good hand, I gently cup the front of his neck, feeling myself inside it.
“Whit, Whit,” I moan as he bobs his head. He reaches behind me, and as those fingers massage my ass, he pulls me again and again into that warm, wet mouth. And then one finger slides down my ass crack, stopping at my hole, playing with it, hinting at the things he wants to do to it.
And I shudder and spray down his throat. Shaking like a leaf, moaning his name. It should be embarrassing, but it’s been days since I’ve found release. I wanted to do this only with him. No one else.
Whit rests his head against my thigh, his finger still massaging my hole, and I stroke his hair.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, his eyes closed, still kneeling on the floor.
“I know,” I say.
“Not today, but soon.”
“I can’t wait.”
And then he opens those dark eyes and stands, leading me into the room.
“On the bed. Facedown,” he says sternly. And I obey, just cradle his pillow beneath me and inhale his scent that lingers there.
I hear a drawer open and shut, and then he’s spreading my ass cheeks, looking at me. And I should be ashamed, but I’m not. Nothing with Whit has ever been uncomfortable. It’s been remarkably easy.
“Look at you,” he says, running a finger down my crack again and stopping at my hole.
I grunt and arch my hips up a little, and he pauses.
“Greedy, Caleb?’
“You know it,” I mutter and breathe deeply and turn my face into the pillow.