Chapter 6

Caleb

I shiver on first contact like a damn electric bolt just shot down my spine. Kissing Elias is absolutely reckless on my part, but fuuuck it feels good. Tastes good too—all manly and minty. It’s been way too long since I let myself indulge in anything, let alone a kiss like this. Shit, have I ever had a kiss like this?

Elias groans against my mouth, lips parting to make room for my tongue. His hand is already wrapped tightly around a fistful of my shirt, using it to keep me rooted in place. He doesn’t want this to end and neither do I.

My hands frame his face, fingertips dipping into the back of his hair. He smells even better this close, like the ocean with a hint of SPF. How he smells like California dreams after being here for days—maybe it’s a cologne—I don’t know but I’m not complaining.

I want him to rub the scent all over me so it’ll linger for days.

No, I can’t think like that. Elias isn’t going to want me for days. He might claim to want to take me out, and even if the declaration is flattering as fuck, I just can’t believe it.

He wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance thing and he’s leaving sooner than later. I can’t expect him to travel to come to see me while he’s busy and I sure as fuck can’t afford to go see him myself. We’d be doomed before we even started.

What was that he said about no strings though?

Panting, I pull back, looking him in the eyes as they flutter open. Those beautiful deep brown pools sparkle at me and my chest radiates with a warm desire.

“You said no strings?” I ask breathlessly.

The smallest flicker of disappointment flashes on his face, but it’s too quick to address. “I’ll settle for it,” he rasps. “If that’s all you’re willing to give.”

Boldly, my hands drop to his waistband. “That’s all I can give.”

“Okay,” he whispers, hands moving to my belt buckle. “No strings then.”

With a nod and a sigh of relief, I crush my lips back into his.

The kiss is hungrier this time—fevered almost. We claw at each other while our tongues twirl and our mouths nip at one another, breaking up the long exchanges of movement with teasing bites. My lips are going to be all bruised up after this, but hell, it’ll give me something to remember him.

Eventually, our greedy hands get our bottoms out of the way, my jeans wrapped around my ankles and his shorts much the same. Boxers slip down just as fast and I get my first feel of him—his warm and heavy cock being surrounded by my fist.

“Oh fuck, you’re big,” he groans, looking down at my cock with lusty eyes before wrapping his hand around me.

“We’re like the same size,” I reply with a grunt, giving him a small stroke.

Elias leans forward and smiles against my lips. “Yeah, I’m big too, baby.”

Goddamn. That pet name sounds too good coming from him.

The pressure surrounding my dick intensifies and Elias grins as I gasp, catching my bottom lip between his teeth.

“How do you like it?” he asks with a husky tone, twisting his wrist. “Rough? Fast? Slow?”

“I’m not picky,” I confess, trying to make my hands perform the same magic he’s using on me. I feel like a fumbling virgin next to his confident demeanor and I’ve definitely done this before. I need to get it together.

“Mmm,” he rumbles, starting to tease my neck and jaw with small bites and hard kisses. “Lose the shirt, baby. I want to see this fucking incredible body while we get off.”

“Take yours off too,” I reply, biting my lip nervously.

Reaching behind his back with one arm, he pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto a nearby tree branch. His chest is hairy which is new for me, but I’m kind of into it. Just like I’ve never felt a beard burn on my face before and I’m feeling like I enjoy that too.

Maybe that’s just because it’s him though. Since I’ve never been attracted to those qualities like this before. I don’t think I could picture Elias without his trimmed beard or his body hair and I wouldn’t want to.

I have to take my hat off to get rid of my shirt, but for some reason, I drop it back on my head right after. A force of habit, maybe.

Elias seems to like it though, taking a few seconds to check me out in all of my naked glory all the while he continues to lazily pump his fist around my erection.

After he gets his fill of looking at me, he leans in, sealing his lips around my nipple. A little burst of pleasure makes me groan. My nipples aren’t overly sensitive but it feels nice either way, I love having his lips on me.

“You wear this hat while you ride, cowboy?” he asks, teasingly licking my chest.

A flush crawls up my neck. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

Elias smirks. “Nah, you’re more about the show and tell, huh?”

I have no idea how to answer that, but I don’t need to.

Like being in the lead is the most comfortable thing for him, Elias changes the game. He removes my hand from his length, pulling me a step closer before lining our cocks up and fisting us together.

My brain short circuits and I moan, relishing this delicious friction that comes as he pumps his hips and his fist in tandem.

“Fuck,” I rasp, looking down to watch as our dicks glide together.

“Hot, right?” Elias grins, flashing that cocky smile. “We look damn good together, baby.”

Baby, ugh. He better stop calling me that before I get attached.

“I’m not going to last like this,” I grunt out the words, too turned on to be embarrassed.

Elias takes it as a compliment. “I have that effect on people,” he drawls.

The back of my neck tingles as he tightens his hold on us, jerking faster. Without saying a word, he pauses, lifting part of his fingers and leaning down to spit on my length. It’s filthy and it makes my balls jump. Speaking of balls…

While Elias begins to rub his saliva in, lubing us up a bit, I reach forward and under, cupping his sack with a warm hand. His breath hitches and he moans deeply.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” he tells me, rocking his hips forward. “You’re being so good for me, cowboy. You wanna come, yeah?”

“So fucking badly,” I admit, groaning through every word.

“Don’t worry, big boy,” he coos, tightening his grip. “Daddy will make you come.”

My balls draw up before I can stop it, heat flaring in my gut at what he just called himself. Stars flash behind my eyes and I let my lips fall open in a cracked moan.

“Ooooh fuck,” I whine, hot spurts of cum shooting from my tip. Creamy ropes paint his pelvis and Elias moans harshly, the sight tipping him over the edge.

He comes just as hard, blowing his load directly on me like I did to him, his warm palm stroking himself through it. We breathe heavily, trying to keep ourselves upright while the most intense parts of our orgasms begin to fade.

Eventually, my knees don’t feel like they’re about to buckle, and Elias’s sunshiny face returns to its typically bright look.

He grins, licking some cum from his hand teasingly slow. “So you’re into the daddy thing, good to know.”

I think I’m just into the Elias thing,I ponder but don’t say it out loud.

“It was unexpected but not unwelcome,” I say, grabbing my shirt to clean us both off. I have an empty ziplock bag in my pack that I can tuck it into.

“I normally do this part,” he tells me, but he’s still grinning. “Next time I get to clean you up, cowboy.”

“Yeah.” I gulp. “Next time.”

His expression falls and we start to redress. “You don’t want a next time, do you?”

Zipping up my pants, I wince. I do want a next time, I just don’t think I can handle doing this again and having to say goodbye after. I’m already going to struggle as it is.

“I’m not sure that I can,” I mutter quietly. “It’s…”

“Complicated?” he guesses.

Too guilty to agree, I just nod.

Elias bites his bottom lip. “But it was good?”

“It was fucking perfect, Elias.”

That’s the problem.

“Do you want to head back down?” I ask, praying to God that he’ll agree.

“Sure.” He nods downhill. “Should probably check on Erin and Abel anyway.”

I wanted him to say yes, so why am I kind of upset that he did?

“All right,” I say, forcing a tight smile.

And without another word, I guide him back down the mountain.

Later that night, I drag my fingers along the seam of my lips and frown. I should have gotten one last kiss.