Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

CAULDER

The door slams loudly behind me and I wince. I hate how hotel room doors do that. It's unnecessary to announce when someone comes and goes. I'm pretty sure they could be silenced.

As soon as I step inside, I hear my tablet ringing. "Coming. Coming," I call out while I try to kick out of my shoes on the way and nearly land on my face.

Pulling the tablet from my bed, I tap the accept button and Lo's face fills the screen. I sigh, a smile spreading across my lips.

"Nice game, hot stuff. That was a sexy goal you made."

I grin. "Thanks."

Buffalo is back in Florida, playing the Manatees. We won 3-1. I had scored the first goal, which admittedly was very sexy as Ethan distracted their goalie with the puck only to pass it behind him, straight to my stick, where I slung it in the open side before the goalie had time to turn his head.

"Have a good night?" I ask, setting up my tablet so I can strip out of my clothes and still see his face.

"Meh. Hung out with some friends. I didn't score any goals, but it wasn't bad."

"I've always been fascinated to hear about the guys on other teams," I say. "When Jakub joined us, he told us about his time with Vancouver. They've got some cool guys, but they sound less cool when Jakub talks about them."

"Isn't J?nsson on that team now?"

I nod. "Yeah. He's made a couple friends, but overall, he says the same. One of the first things he says to me whenever we get together after playing them is that he misses the family we have here."

Lo smiles. "We're more cliquey than family. I'd say there are maybe three or four groups within the team that are closer friends than they are with the rest of the team. It's not high school cliquey or anything. Just… how we broke down, you know?"

"Yeah. I guess that's the same with us to some degree. But we do a lot of things as a team too. Not just the smaller friendship groups."

Once finished stripping down and brushing my teeth, I drop on my bed with the tablet and prop it with the pillows.

"Different room, huh?" Lo asks.

"Different hotel. I'm not sure they could convince me to stay at the same one."

He shakes his head. "I've been wondering what's come of that. Just out of curiosity."

"You don't get on social media much, huh?"

"Nah. It's mostly just gossip and lies. Who needs that in their life?"

I laugh. "It's been silent," I say. "No, I don't spend a lot of time online, but Ethan's been watching. He and Creed were musing about it the other day."

We're quiet for a minute, just staring at each other. Lo's eyes fall from where I'm assuming my face is in front of him. "Mmm," he hums, leaning forward. "Look at you. Back up and let me see."

Grinning, I make sure my tablet is steady before scooching back so he has more of my body in frame.

"Take your clothes off."

I laugh and shove my underwear down. It's not like I'm dressed in much, anyway.

"God, I love your dick," he groans.

His tone is so whiny that I burst out laughing. "Thanks, Lo. That's the sweetest thing you've ever said."

He laughs. "Come on, just look at it. Even mostly soft, it's a masterpiece. Move it up for me. I want to look at your balls."

With my cheeks flushed and still laughing, I pull up my cock and move my balls over my thigh so he can look.

"Hello, pretty boys," Lo coos, his face getting closer to the phone. "Don't worry—I'll lick you soon. Daddy's been neglecting you, hasn't he? Doesn't play with you enough."

I laugh. "Ohmigod stop. Do not call me daddy to my balls. That's weird."

"Don't listen to Daddy, boys. You're my babies and I'll swallow you down soon."

"Jesus, Lo," I mutter, shivering. My cock, which was soft, is definitely chubbing.

"Look at that," Lo says, his eyes still very obviously trained south. "Your dick likes me calling you Daddy."

"You're not calling me Daddy. That's definitely not my kink."

Now his eyes flicker up and I can see a challenge there. I sigh. "How do you know, my sweet virgin? You could definitely be Daddy."

"Really? Do I really come across as Daddy material?"

There's mischief in his eyes but he shrugs. "I don't know. I think we need more time together to determine that."

I shake my head.

"I appreciate that you're still cupping your dick for me. Circle that bad boy so I can see your head sticking out of your fist."

"Really?" I ask, cheeks flushing again. I glance around, as if someone's going to see me.

"You forced to share a room again?" he asks, eyebrow raised.

"No," I hedge, "but… I've never…"

Lo's smile softens and I can already hear his reassurance. I've never met someone so… good . He's so genuinely good to me and comforts my fears before I've even had a chance to fully assess them. Lo just knows.

"If you're uncomfortable touching yourself like this, that's okay. We can just talk."

"You planned something other than talking for the night?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "Nope. But now I want to see you jerk yourself and we can get off together, watching each other through the video. IF you're comfortable. I push a lot of your boundaries, but I don't ever want you to feel like I'm pressuring you."

"You don't push my boundaries," I argue. "You challenge my comfort and confidence. You've never pushed a boundary I set. There's a big difference."

Lo grins. "I like that better. But I mean it. You can always tell me no."

"I'm not telling you no. It's one thing jerking off when we're on the phone because you can't see me. Now you're watching and I'm aware you're watching. I feel like I'm on display."

"You are, babe. For me. Just me."

I chew the inside of my lip as I stare at him. He looks a little scruffier than he did when we were in Florida almost three weeks ago. His hair is longer and wilder. There's more growth on his face that's definitely not shaped.

There's something more rugged about his look right now. Less refined. He looks more… real. Natural. It's sexier than he'd been, which is impressive, since I wouldn't have thought that was possible.

"Hold on," I say and get off my bed. I move to the door, double checking all the locks. I don't know why I'm so concerned. I'm alone in my room and who cares if someone did come in while I was jerking off?

It's just Lo watching. Just Lo. He's definitely allowed to watch. He can look at me all he wants. The person you're seeing is the only one with that kind of permission. You know, theoretically.

I turn off the light in the bathroom and turn the ones on around the bed, instead. Then I climb back on and readjust myself so he can see me in frame again.

"If I'm going to do this, you are too."

"Caulder, you were going to see me get off without prompting. There's no way I can watch you and not get off."

I roll my eyes.

"Touch your dick, babe. Let me see you jerk yourself."

I'm not entirely hard, but I think that's more about nerves than arousal. I keep my eyes trained on my screen as Lo adjusts himself and the screen so I can see what he's doing. My man is fucking hard. Like… achingly so. Seeing him so turned on definitely encourages my cock to get invested in this.

"There you go," Lo praises.

I'm not paying attention to what I'm doing. Every time I think about it, I become more self-conscious. Instead, I stare at Lo. His hand smoothing over his dick, dropping to grip his balls, his thumb swiping over his cockhead. Sexy as fuck.

"Touch your balls, Caulder. Those boys tell me you neglect them."

I roll my eyes. "You're ridiculous."

But as I shift so I can take my balls in my other hand, I think maybe he's right. Just a little pressure and chills of need race down my spine. Lo groans.

My gaze becomes transfixed on his hand moving down between his legs. I'm not sure when he got the bottle of lube, but I stare as he slicks up his hole and pushes a finger inside. My mouth parts.

This wasn't something we did together. He fingered me. Definitely did that. But he didn't touch himself and he didn't ask me to. Would I have?

I lick my lips, listening to his moan. My eyes ping pong between his hand pumping his dick and his fingers—now two—stuck up his ass.

"You too," he says. "Let me see you stretch that hole for me."

"I didn't bring lube."

"Spit."

Nervously, I bring a hand to my mouth and suck on a finger. It's awkward when I reach between my legs. When the angle is too difficult, I try to reach from behind me, instead. I rub my hole and yeah, it's definitely reminiscent of when Lo touched me, but I'm all too aware that it's me touching me.

"This is really fucking awkward," I mutter.

Lo smiles. "You don't have a toy, do you?"

"No. Actually, I have this rubber sleeve thing that I jerk with sometimes."

He sighs. "My sweet, pure virgin," he murmurs, almost in awe.

My cheeks burn. He's never teased me. Never given me a hard time. Never pushed or pressured or… made me feel stupid. When he talks about my virginity, it's almost in awe. With reverence. It makes my chest warm.

"Do you?" I ask.

Lo laughs. "More than you'd like to know. Want to see?"

I'm surprised when I find myself nodding. "Yes."

Also, this gives me an excuse to stop touching my hole.

Lo pulls his fingers from his ass, and while I'm sad to not see that sexiness anymore, I'm fascinated as he shifts and rolls so he's nearly half hanging off the bed. When he comes back, it's with a fucking box. Not a small cardboard box, but a big plastic tote.

The click of the lid releasing sounds loud. He pulls the cover off and tips it my way. My eyes widen.

"Jesus," I say.

Lo laughs. He pulls out one at a time. Shuffling around inside to show me different things. Different size and shaped cocks, vibrators, sleeves, things that I have no idea what they are.

Okay, obviously I'm beyond vanilla. I'm like a flavorless base.

"You use those?" I ask, breathless.

Lo's grin is wicked. "Want to watch, Caulder? Want to see me fuck myself with one?"

I groan. My dick needs no encouragement now. It's fucking hard and leaking. I nod, unsure of how much voice I can get out right now since I swear, there's a hand around my throat.

He grabs a big blue one, the lube, and the tablet, and the world is swirling on the screen while he takes us somewhere. When he sets me down. I'm on the floor in the bathroom, propped against his vanity, facing his shower at an angle. He slaps the dildo down, suctioning it to the wide lip at the edge of the shower.

Lo disappears for a minute and returns with a few towels. He drops one on either side of the shower lip and then gets down on them. He reaches for the phone, grinning into the screen as he moves me in front of him. I can barely see his face, but this will be the perfect angle to see everything else face on.

With one hand, he cups his balls and pulls his junk up so I can see as he reaches behind him to finish prepping. I can't really see his hole from this angle, but I can see his fingers disappear. My dick aches already. It's already too hot.

As he slicks up the dildo and positions the head at his hole, I realize how very paranoid I've been over the years. I've never so much as glimpsed at porn too afraid that someone would hack my browser history and expose me. Even in incognito mode. Everything I've imagined has come from just that—my imagination.

Watching the head of his toy breach his hole has me breathless. Lo adjusts, leaning backward and bracing himself on the wall behind him, angling his body so I can see his hole. I can see clearly now as it stretches wider and wider around the toy as he slowly bounces on it. Easing it inside him.

"Can you see okay?" Lo asks. His voice is all sorts of sexy.

I nod. "Yeah. Perfect."

He grunts. I listen to his stuttered breaths, punching out of his lungs when he hits a certain depth with the cock. That's when his moans begin. When he bottoms out, he pauses, rolling his hips a little.

His face is cut off at this angle. I can see his mouth open, but the rest of it is lost. His groan is loud when he grabs his dick.

"Ready?" he asks.

Me? I'm not the one with a dick in my ass.

"Yes," I say. "Show me how you fuck yourself."

Lo huffs, a grin spreads across his handsome face. And then he's riding. Bouncing. Sliding up to the top and driving himself down. He gets louder the faster he goes. The harder he thrusts downward. His hand matches his intensity.

I've never heard nor seen something so… hot. I can't catch my breath as I watch him.

"Caulder?"

My dick jumps at hearing my name right now. He does that again and I'm going to come right now. "Yes?"

"God, I miss you," he grunts.

I'm only barely being touched right now. Just my hand matching his rhythm. I can't possibly feel as good as he does. But his words make me catch my breath.

"Me too."

Lo picks his head up and I swear, through the distance and time difference and all the space between us, the tablet disappears and he's right there. Our eyes meet. I'm trapped, held suspended in his eyes.

"Come with me," he says.

I nod because I won't deny him anything. Not sure I'm there, but I'll come whenever the fuck he wants me to.

His eyes remain locked with mine as he rides. I'm aware of it in my entire body. The way he bounces. The way he shoves that thing in his ass. The pace in which his hand moves over his leaking cock, mine mirroring the movement.

The sounds coming out of his parted lips. "Someday"—he groans, eyes closing briefly as he rides—"this will be you. I'll make us both feel so fucking good, Caulder."

I whimper. There's no other word to describe the pathetic sound that I release.

"Fuck. I'm going to come. Come with me, babe. Please."

The most I can do is nod frantically. It's erotic and mesmerizing. I stare at his face, transfixed by how it changes with his arousal. His orgasm has his cock squirting like a hose. I'm not sure how he manages it, maybe because he says my name when he comes, but I join him, covering myself in my own release.

When he's finished, he falls sideways, the cock slipping from his ass, and lands on the tile. For a second, all I can see is his thighs, closer to the screen now. Then the world spins and I'm facing Lo.

"Rub your cum into your chest," he says. "Let me watch you and pretend it's my cum."

I shudder as I do. Swiping my fingers through my release and rubbing it into my pectoral. Around my nipple. Along my sternum.

Lo sighs.

Not for the first time, I envy Lo's confidence. He didn't question or hesitate when I told him I wanted to see him use a toy.

Opening my eyes, I find Lo watching me, toying with his cum and licking his lips.

"Don't stay on the floor," I say, winded as if it were me who'd ridden the fake dick. "The tile is cold. You'll catch a cold."

Lo smirks and I can once again see mischief in it. Even as he's panting. "Yes, Daddy."

I roll my eyes.