Chapter 8

Elias

“Can I get you anything to drink?” I ask, leading Caleb over the threshold.

“Not really thirsty,” he replies, shutting the door behind him.

“That’s good,” I say, spinning around to grab his shirt. “I’ve been dying to do this for a week and if I had to watch your lips wrap around a bottle before I put them to use, I’d be losing my mind.”

Before he can ask me to elaborate, our mouths connect. I groan at his taste, feeling the pressure of his skin meeting my beard. Caleb sure as hell knows how to kiss, and I fucking love it. I walk him back into the door for support, just in case his knees start to go wobbly.

The passion is sizzling hot as he makes me gasp, his tongue dragging along the seam of my lips.

“Since you’re not interested in a date yet,” I drawl, teasingly kissing his neck. “We could fuck for real this time—call it an appetizer for that dinner I’m going to convince you to eat with me.”

“I’m sweaty as fuck,” he grunts like I don’t already know. It’s obscenely hot how drenched he is, but I’ll agree, it’s not the best for sex. I want to taste his skin with a light sheen he earns from riding my dick, not with this layer of hard work on him.

“And I’m covered in lake water,” I reply, smiling into his thick neck. “Shower with me?”

Licking his lips, he replies, “Okay.”

Grabbing his hand, I lead him upstairs, heading for my bathroom. It has a walk-in shower that will be perfect for the two of us—just big enough that we won’t feel cramped. There’ll be plenty of space to prep too.

“I normally top,” I admit as we get into the bathroom, throwing it all out there so there are no surprises. “But I can bottom if you like?—”

“I don’t top,” he cuts in, interrupting me while tearing off his shirt.

A thrill shoots through me. Partly from the prospect of drilling into his sweet ass, partly from his enthusiasm. “Oh really?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Don’t try to take my role from me again.”

Oh fuck, he really likes to bottom then. That’s exciting.

Once his shirt is gone, I step forward, planting my mouth on his neck again. I love kissing him here. “Demanding little cowboy, aren’t you?”

“Not little,” he hisses as my teeth graze his throat.

“No, not little at all,” I agree, dragging my hands over his muscular stomach. “But you don’t mind if I make you feel little, do you, baby?”

Instead of answering, he curves an eyebrow and asks, “Because you want me to call you Daddy?”

“Only if you want to call me Daddy,” I counter teasingly. “I could live without it if it meant having you.”

His breath hitches at my admission. “I don’t want you to give it up, Daddy.”

My eyes threaten to roll. Fuck, that word coming from his lips is so good.

“Yeah?” I rasp, cupping his erection through his jeans. “Keep that in mind then, big boy. I expect you to call me that when I make you paint the fucking sheets.”

“Why wait for the sheets?” He smirks, looking at the shower. “I bet you could make me flood the tiles in there.”

Fucking shit, he’s perfect.

We attack each other after that, shredding the remainder of our clothes and stumbling into the shower while swapping messy kisses. It’s hurried and hot, the warm water washing away the day as we make out under the spray.

Like we can’t help it, we lazily wash each other with my soap, exploring each other’s bodies while getting clean. Caleb spends a fair amount of time just lathering my dick with bodywash and I don’t complain once.

“You want me to prep you, baby?” I ask against his lips.

“You better,” he says with a husky groan.

“Mmm, someone’s feeling mouthy,” I tease.

“I’ll call you ‘Daddy’ all you want, but I’m not getting rid of my attitude,” he declares.

Oh, if he thinks he’ll have the ability to sass me after I pound him into the wall, he’s never been fucked the way I’m going to fuck him.

“We’ll see about that, cowboy,” I taunt, spinning him around so his back meets my front. “I don’t think that attitude of yours will translate through your whimpers while I’m milking your fucking prostate, big boy.”

Punctuating my words, I squeeze his asscheeks into my hands.

“Fuck,” he whispers, just loud enough for me to hear him over the rushing water.

Grabbing a bottle of lube from my shelf, I pour a generous amount in my hand and make sure the spray of the shower isn’t in my way before spreading him open. While he isn’t covered in body hair, he’s got some here, dark little curls down and into his crack.

I groan at the sight, locating his puckered hole with my fingers and slathering the lubrication over it liberally. I don’t know how much he plays with himself, so I’m definitely proceeding with caution. Hurting him even a little bit would make my chest cave in with guilt.

I sink a finger in without much struggle, going slow until I hit my knuckle.

“Mmm,” I rumble as he releases a small moan. “That’s so fucking sexy, baby.”

“More,” he demands with a rasp.

“More, what?” I prod, curling my finger inside of him.

Caleb gasps and then purrs, “Please give me more, Daddy.”

“Ooooh,” I moan, adding a second finger into his snug hole. “That’s a good boy, using your manners for Daddy.”

“Fuck me,” he pleads, pushing back into my hand, practically humping my fingers for more. “I can take it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I reply cautiously.

“I like a little pain,” he whispers, lust lacing his words.

My balls jump, sparks running up my back. I’ve never been super into any sort of pain play, but if he wants it rough, I can give him rough.

“We’ll discuss that further later,” I tell him, nipping at his shoulder with my teeth. I could learn to add a little bit of harshness into sex if that’s what he wants. Spanking has always been intriguing, I think. “But if you want me to fuck you hard after so little prep, who am I to deny you?”

“Fuck yes,” he growls. “Please, Daddy.”

God, that’s good enough for me. Pulling my fingers out of him, I make sure to drag them along his p-spot on the way out, earning me a full-body shiver from him.

Fisting my length, I slather my throbbing shaft with lube and line up at his entrance.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” I insist, slowly beginning to breach the ring of muscle. “You hear me, cowboy?”

“I can take it,” he replies firmly. “Fuck me, seriously, Elias?—”

“Who?” I ask, thrusting my hips forward, sinking in at least four inches. Just under half-way.

“Daddy,” he cries in response.

“That’s right, I’m your daddy, baby,” I grind out, slamming the rest of the way in.

We both moan, the collective sound echoing off the tiled walls.

“You good?” I grunt, needing to check.

“Better than good,” he slurs, moving his hips forward only to push back against me in a swift move. “Need more.”

I can do that.

Collecting myself so that I don’t come embarrassingly fast, I start a hard and deep pace, saving some speed for now. Shit, I have a feeling I won’t be able to hold back long.

“Fuuuck, you feel so good,” he curses.

Oh yeah, there’s no way this isn’t over fast. I’ll have to make it up to him another time.

The speed picks up quickly, my hips repeatedly meeting the curve of his ass, the sound only fueling me further.

“You should see yourself right now,” I groan. “You look so fucking perfect when you’re stuffed full of cock, baby.”

“Yeah?” he rasps, grinding back against me.

“Fucking immaculate.”

Shit, this was so worth missing him for a week. As much as it sucked, I wouldn’t go back and change anything that could take this moment away from me.

“Next time I’ll fuck you on your back so you can look down and see it, baby. You and me, we’re a perfect fit.”

“Mmmfuck,” he whimpers.

“Fuck your fist,” I demand, tapping his ass to show him I’m in charge.

Even the small little smack makes him moan. Oh yeah, he’d like spanking for sure. I make a mental note to address that in the future.

When he doesn’t move to stroke himself, I give him another slap. “This is too good to last, cowboy. I need you jacking off right now.”

Caleb breathes out, the air shaking from his lips. “O-okay, Daddy.”

It’s not long after wrapping his hand around himself that my needy little cowboy starts to curse under his breath. He’s losing control just as quickly as I am. That’s why he hesitated to fuck his hand. It’s too much for him and there’s nothing hotter than a good boy losing his composure in favor of letting an orgasm sweep through him.

“You getting close, baby?” I ask with a grin he can’t see.

“S-so close,” he whimpers, trembling as he jerks off.

“Fucking you is the highlight of my entire vacation,” I grind out, looking down to watch as I plunge into his tight asshole over and over. “By far.”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck…” Caleb babbles like a mantra, stroking himself faster as I continue to take him from behind. His ass is squeezing my dick like a vice with every thrust and I’m already addicted to the sensation.

I’m addicted to his sounds too. Every slutty pant, every whimper, whine, and moan. He’s so fucking sexy just like this, half bent over taking dick like a good little cowboy.

“That’s it, big boy, take it all.”

All he can respond is unintelligible groans.

Spreading my palms out on his thick ass, I flex my hands, grabbing him roughly. “You going to come for me, baby? Yeah? Show Daddy how much you like his cock and fucking come on it.”

He hisses through his teeth, back muscles spasming as he tightens up all over. “I-I’m… fuck, Daddy… I’m coming.” His movements become chaotic and shaky while I drive into him from behind chasing my own release.

As his ass pulses around me, I meet my end, our skin slapping as I fuck him through it. Like he can feel my cum spilling into him, Caleb rides back on my dick, only making my climax stronger.

“Oooh, good fucking boy,” I praise, running my nails up his back.

We rock together until the pleasure subsides, breathing heavily as my cock begins to soften and slip out of him. Both of us are too exhausted and overwhelmed to speak, exchanging only a few words as we get cleaned up and dried off.

Caleb and I both wrap towels around our waists and I guide him to my bed, not to sleep, but to rest up a bit. Dinner with Abel and Erin might be a little late, but I don’t even care.

The pair of us lay on our sides, using the comfort of the bed as a way to calm down. That was the most intense sexual experience of my life and I have a feeling it was the same for him. We let the comforting silence of the room surround us, controlling our breathing until it evens out.

“We didn’t use a condom,” Caleb says, chewing on his lip like he can’t believe it.

“Shit, I’m sorry, baby,” I reply with a wince. “I should have stopped to bring up the safety stuff. I’ve never not used a condom before, I’ve never forgotten?—”

“Neither have I,” he interrupts, eyes softening. “And I’ve been tested since the last time I did anything, I’m all good. Are you?”

“Totally set,” I tell him quickly. “I’d be happy to pay for an exam for both of us if you want one.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “I trust you. It just caught me off guard, I didn’t even think about it until after.”

“Neither did I,” I confess. “Lust has never been this intense for me.”

Softly he nods. “Me either.”

I’m glad to hear it. I might be a bit homicidal if Caleb had someone in his past affect him the way I do. That poor fucker would have to flee the country so I know he can’t be near my cowboy again. Don’t judge me, jealousy and possessiveness like this are new to me.

Testing the post-sex waters, I let out a breath. “So, are you going to let me take you out, baby?”

This time, he doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Prepare yourself, Caleb. I’m about to date the fuck out of you.