by Jay Hogan
I snorted. “Snuggle? Wouldn’t have picked you for a snuggler, detective.”
“Hey,” he protested. “I’m a changed man, right? I’m acing this relationship shit left, right, and centre, and I’m pretty sure one of the relationship commandments includes thou shalt snuggle.”
I tongued his nipple because it was sitting right in front of my face, and he jumped. “Riiiight. Those rules.” I flicked my tongue and this time he moaned as his cock twitched against me. The man was killing me. “It slots right under thou shalt not invite a guy into your bed and then bail on him.”
He laughed. “Is that what you’re doing?”
I put some space between us. Our eyes met and his held not a whit of irritation. “Jesus, I am crazy.” I raked over his naked flesh with undisguised desire. “Just look at you.”
He grinned. “Glad you approve. And for the record, not crazy.” A frown dipped between his brows and his shoulders tensed. “Do you want me to go? It’s fine if you do.”
No. “No.”
He relaxed. “Okaaaay. So what do you want, Drake Park?”
And wasn’t that the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question. And yet in some ways it was the easiest thing to answer. “You,” I said. “I want you.”
He didn’t move. “You have me right here… but?”
“Yeah, but….” And so I told him all the stupid shit going on in my head and the not-so-stupid stuff as well. Then at the end of some half-arsed explanation that even I couldn’t really follow, he pulled me into his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I have a suggestion.” He cradled me close.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I answered, tugging at the hair on his chest with my teeth.
“Ow. When you’re done thinning my pelt, I’ll tell you.”
I gave one last nip. “Okay, now I’m done.”
He chuckled. “My suggestion is this. How about I strip you naked, very slowly, and then bathe you….”
“Bathe me?” I chuckled.
“Shhhh. This is relationship romance stuff, I don’t expect you to understand.”
I bit back a smile. The man is adorable.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “I then wash you top to delicious toe, paying very, very close attention to every inch and… ah, crack. After that I’ll towel you dry, and we’ll head to the bedroom, where I let you have your wicked way with me… in whatever form you desire. But I think we should take the idea of anyone getting fucked off the table, for tonight at least. Keep it simple. Unless—” He sent me a wicked smirk. “—you really want to fuck me… because I would totally be down with that.” He shrugged. “Just saying.”
God, where did this man come from? I kissed his nose. “Sounds like a plan. And let’s leave the me-fucking-you part for another night as well. I have a feeling there’ll be plenty of opportunities for that particular scenario, and I’d hate for you to see all my tricks straight out of the block.”
His eyes widened comically. “I’m hoping there’s nothing straight about any of your tricks, Drake Park. But yeah, I’m all for a slow reveal.”
I took his face in my hands and kissed him soundly on the lips. “Thank you.”
He grinned. “Told you. I’m acing this romance shit.”
I wrapped my hand around his dick and gave a light tug. “You’re an idiot, is what you are.” My tongue dipped to sweep over his nipple. He groaned and dropped his head to my shoulder where my lips then found his ear. “I recall someone saying something about stripping and bathing me…,” I whispered.
“Right on it.” He pushed me against the wall and set about keeping all those promises one by one.
We ran the hot water dry as Caleb, true to his word, spent an inordinate of amount of time making sure I was thoroughly clean. His hands on my body lit me up like a fucking Christmas tree until I was hard enough to hammer nails. But when he spied my lube and soft-nozzle anal douche hanging in the shower, those hazel eyes cut with mischief. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that although I had used them for prepping somewhere in my dim dark past, these days they mostly only got a run when my Crohn’s was active, and I sometimes found the warm wash soothing.
He eyed them with a sly grin. “So, um, is all play off the table or can I maybe…?”
The short answer to that? Hell fucking yeah. “Fingers are fine. But no more than two.” If I wasn’t ready to have his dick all the way up to the back of my tonsils, I’d take the next best thing. Besides, it would be a good start in seeing just how he was gonna handle me.
“And that?” He eyed the soft nozzle douche.
I’m sure I blushed. “I guess. Just keep it gentle.”
I brushed him up on the essentials of Penetration and Crohn’s 101 and he handled it like a pro, including the pregame fingernail check. From there it basically boiled down to lots and lots of lube, moving really, really slowly, more lube, keeping it gentle, stopping the minute I said so, and then more lube.
He soaped and rubbed and teased with a fingertip until I was a jabbering mess and begging for more. At that point he reached for the douche, and I couldn’t help an embarrassing cringe. No one had ever used one on me before. It’s hardly in the foreplay manual, and to be honest, I was embarrassed. It was the kind of thing you did away from your partner, both of you pretending it didn’t really happen. But Caleb made the whole thing sexy as fuck, leaning me against the wall while he rubbed and teased my hole before covering me with his body, his granite dick pressed tantalisingly into my crease but never threatening.
Then he went back to teasing and fondling my dick and balls from behind till I was so turned on I couldn’t focus on anything but the small patch of quivering flesh under his touch. At one point he asked me something, but I couldn’t summon an answer, wasn’t sure I even heard the question right. He chuckled and then knelt and splayed me wide. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him take a few seconds to just stare.
“Any longer and I’m gonna charge admission,” I said.
He answered with a slap to one buttcheek and a kiss to the other. Then with a lake of lube in support, he grabbed the douche and teased the soft nozzle in and out of my hole to the accompaniment of strangled groans: his, not mine. There was no denying the guy was hugely turned the fuck on but staying gentle with it, and with that my confidence soared and I relaxed.
God, it felt so damn good. My entire body was in play for a change, and that hadn’t happened in too damn long. I squirmed enough that he pressed a hand into my back to hold me in place; I just couldn’t get enough. And when he squeezed that gush of warm fluid up and over where my prostate lay, I almost demanded he fuck me properly there and then against the wall.
When the nozzle finally slid out, I pushed my arse back and waggled it. “That all you got, handsome?” I baited, surprised I could even string a coherent sentence together. Go, me.
The response was instantaneous. The full length of his finger gently replaced the nozzle as he pressed his front to my back and bit down on my shoulder with a groan.
“This okay?” he gasped, his erection drilling a hole in my lower back.
“Yeah… right… ugh… there.” He nudged my sweet spot, and I saw stars. Holy crap. How long had it been since any finger but mine had opened that particular door? Then he pulled out and I might have growled. But before I could complain further, he spun me around till my back was flat against the wall and my legs lifted and wrapped around his waist. In that position he had free access to my hole and… well, okay, then. We were back on.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes found his the exact moment his finger slid in and found that magic button yet again. The result was… magnificent. Holding me against the wall, that one small digit worked fucking miracles in the dark. Caleb never took his eyes off me, stealing kisses and nips and nuzzles, adjusting to my responses but mostly watching with ink-black pupils and enough heated intensity to sear my damn eyelashes off.
“I need to come,” I whined, and I wasn
’t joking. I was at imminent risk of imploding into a sucking black hole and taking most of the known universe with me.
“Hold that thought.” His finger pulled free, and I swear I nearly socked him one on the jaw in frustration. As if reading my mind, he sent me a saucy wink, which didn’t exactly help matters, but when I saw the way his hand shook as he hit the taps, I realised I wasn’t the only one feeling desperate.
He grabbed a towel for the fastest dry-off in history, then hauled me to the bedroom and shoved me none too softly onto the bed. But if he thought I was staying put when he threw his naked self alongside, he was in for a rude shock, ’cause I was all over those miles of bare skin like white on rice. He tried to slide over top, but I pushed him back, straddled his lap, and sat down hard. “Don’t move a fucking inch,” I warned.
“Or else?” He reached for my bobbing cock, but I batted him away.
“Or else I won’t let you come till sometime tomorrow, if you’re lucky.” He gave me a look that said he knew damn well I was lying, but he wasn’t gonna call me on it. Good boy.
“You’ve had your shot,” I reminded him. “It’s my turn in the playground.” I ran a hand over the hair on his chest, savouring every sensation, and he trembled.
I caught sight of the towel freshly laid out under us, and almost lost focus as my heart did a funny little stutter. Oh God. Caleb really had done his research. Unwelcome surprises came with the territory when you had Crohn’s, especially during sex. I shoved the wriggle of shame back where it belonged and tried not to panic. Still, I didn’t need my issues spotlighted in in the glare of the bedside lamp. I reached over to switch it off, but Caleb grabbed my hand, bringing the palm to his lips.
“I want to see you,” he said.
“But―”
“Shhh. I want to see you.”
Trepidation choked me. “But I can’t guarantee…. It’s just that sometimes….”
He put a finger to my lips and pulled me down for a long kiss, sliding his tongue over mine in a sensual feast. Then he pulled back and held my gaze. “I understand,” he said. “But I want to see you. And honestly, I don’t give a fuck about the rest.”
His eyes held nothing but naked heat and sincerity.
Jesus. I hadn’t had sex with the lights on since before Jared, and he never asked to see me, ever. But okay… I let out the breath I’d been holding. I could do this, right? And if something happened… fuck; I wasn’t going to go there. I had to trust he meant what he said.
“All right,” I answered softly. “It’s your funeral.”
He grinned. “Noted. But if that’s the case, then I suggest you’ve been doing it wrong all these years. Now, I believe you were in the middle of trying to boss me around.”
My gaze narrowed and I shoved him back down on the mattress. “It’s like you don’t even know me.” I shoved his laugh back down his throat with my tongue as I covered his mouth with mine and set about owning his body.
I took my time, savouring every inch of Caleb’s decadent flesh, beginning with a kiss to the current number one on my playlist: that cute mole on his cheek. Then I moved on to find and commit to memory all the sweet spots my lips and tongue set on fire, sending him groaning and writhing beneath me.
He was a sucker for nipple play, and surprisingly loved his underarms being licked, and who knew that shit was sexy? The back of his right knee was supersensitive and had him arching his hips, but the best reaction came with sucking each and every finger and thumb into my mouth and paying rapt attention to it with my tongue. By the fourth digit, he was a puddled mess of need on the sheets, moaning and fisting the towel. By the sixth I could’ve gotten every password I needed to empty his bank accounts and then some.
I worked my way down his abs till I hovered just above his groin, a hand cradling his balls, stretched out to graze his hole. His cock jerked as I blew a draught of warm air across its head, and then I took him to the back of my throat in one swallow.
“Holy fuck!” He damn near launched himself off the bed and reflexively thrust up into my mouth.
My eyes watered and I gagged, but it didn’t matter. I might not have been able to bottom enough for Jared’s liking, but I’d learnt to suck dick like a fucking champ as a kind of peace offering. Believe me, it was no hardship. I fucking loved every minute of it and would often get off myself, even hands-free if the stars aligned, and with Caleb they damn near might. I was good and I knew it. Caleb was about to find out just how good.
I sucked and licked and swallowed, alternating my attention between his cock and his heavy balls whilst teasing his hole. Then I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed around him, two lubed fingers sliding fully into his arse to fuck him. He arched off the bed with a shout, and when I hit his sweet spot, he blew and flooded my mouth. I swallowed most, lapped his cock clean, then crawled up his body and shared the rest in a kiss. He licked greedily at my mouth, then climbed over me, flattening me into the bed.
“Holy fucking shit, where the hell did you learn to do that?” He sucked in a lungful of air shakily. “But now, sweetheart, it’s my turn.” He kissed my nose.
God, I freaking loved it when he did that, and I hummed in anticipation. “Not gonna last long,” I warned him in advance.
“Good news.” He grinned, loaded up with lube, and headed south.
I was so close I almost came with him just sliding down my body, but I gritted my teeth and counted backwards. I wanted Caleb’s mouth on my swollen dick more than I wanted to breathe, and he didn’t disappoint. He also didn’t muck around, heading straight for the moneymaker, enveloping my cock in a moist velvet heat and setting a fast pace. This wasn’t gonna take long.
One of his fingers snaked behind to my hole, and I damn near growled with need as it sent me to the freaking edge in a second. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d gone so long with nothing other than my own, or a tiny soft dildo on my good days, or because I was so turned on, I wasn’t even sure I had an off switch at that point. Or whether it was simply because it was Caleb. Mostly the last one, I think… although I didn’t dwell on it because… well, finger in arse and mouth on cock. Busy.
And then they were both gone. What the…? I raised my head but barely had time to register Caleb on his knees before he’d shoved my thighs up and flattened my head back onto the pillow. Shit.
“Take them high,” he said, his voice thick.
Um, okay… but… “Caleb? Not sure that’s a good idea.”
He stared down at me, pupils blown. “We aren’t having this conversation again. You’re good at the moment, right?”
“Yeah but….”
“No buts. Or rather, one very delectable one.” He narrowed his gaze meaningfully. “So, consider me warned and not having a single fuck to give. Do. You. Understand?”
I nodded. Holy crap. I tried to relax and not think about all the ways this could go pear-shaped. If it was the only time I got to be with him, I was damn well going to enjoy it.
Lost in worry about my impending humiliation, I was jolted back to reality by the warm slide of his thick tongue in my crease. Jesus Christ. I’d forgotten the sheer ecstasy of that delicious sensation, and with that any fear I had dissolved in the overwhelming focus of his tongue on and in my arse. He was careful not to penetrate too far and I wasn’t sure if that was for his sake or mine, but I didn’t care.
I was such a bottom slut. I loved anything and everything about anal play, but rimming was my hands-down favourite, though I hadn’t been on the receiving end since my early twenties. The unpredictability of Crohn’s and its effect on my system meant I simply couldn’t relax enough to enjoy it, too worried about the other man. But Caleb’s complete lack of concern, the dirty sounds he was making, and the way his fingers were gonna leave bruises, keeping me just where he wanted me, left me in no doubt he was enjoying himself.
As predicted, he got me too close, too goddamn fast, and I pulled back to warn him. He slid a fingertip in to replace his tongue and the
n covered my desperate cock with his mouth once again, and a few sucking glides later, I came down the back of his throat with a hoarse shout.
Caleb
DRAKE PULLED me down onto his chest and enfolded me in his arms as we both caught our breath. I was so damned stoked that he’d relaxed enough to let me in and trust me even a little bit, and, holy shit, the man made the most delicious filthy noises. I almost came again myself, but I really, really wanted to focus on him. He was so up for it once he made that mental leap, not to mention hot as hell.
I loved rimming for the right guy, and Drake was absolutely the right guy. I’d never had a better blow job, the man was seriously talented in that department, and it only made me more determined to make it even better for him. And wasn’t that a front-page shocker? Me, more concerned about the other guy getting off than my own race to the post. Totally foreign territory. And judging by the way Drake was burrowing into my shoulder and making all kinds of snuffling satisfied grunts, I think I succeeded.
I lifted my head and caught his sleepy contented gaze. “You okay?”
He answered with a soft kiss as he threaded through my hair. “Better than okay. A little tender, but that’s the norm for me even without the added attention. And it’s, ah… been a while.” He grinned. “I can’t even remember the last time I was rimmed. That tongue of yours needs registering as a lethal weapon.”
Pride surged in my chest. “There’s nothing I like more, especially seeing you so into it. Could have done it all fucking day. Well, maybe not all day.”
He chuckled and played with my hair. “Yeah well, it has its risks.”
I was having none of that. “Who the fuck cares?” And I meant it. “Kind of par for the course with us guys anyway, right? Live life dangerously, I say. Here, lift.” I tugged at the towel and he lifted his hips so I could throw it on the floor.
His eyes slid off me. “Not everyone feels that way.”
“Then fuck ’em.” I slid up his body to claim his neck and lips in soft sucking kisses. He tasted so damn good, I was tempted to start all over again. “You think I’m gonna give up that rock-star mouth of yours around my dick for something as stupid as that? Never. Gonna. Happen.”