21. Caleb

TWENTY-ONE

BEFORE I COULD talk myself out of it, I dropped my towel to the ground.

A rush of air tried to cool my feverish skin, but Travis's words had my insides scorching and my cock aching for what his mouth promised.

"Fuck." His blue eyes darkened and roamed my body like he was a starving man. "This is what you've been keeping from me all this time?"

God, this was crazy, standing here naked and putting myself on display for him. I knew better, knew this would cross a line we'd never be able to come back from, but damn if my body didn't respond to the way he wanted me so badly.

But it wasn't just him. Already my cock throbbed at just the thought of him touching me. Getting on his knees and sucking me. Wanting me. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him all weekend, and now here we were, reigniting the flames.

He closed the space between us and trailed his fingers over my abs. "No running this time."

I didn't know whether he meant himself or me, but I didn't plan on going anywhere.

"You want to beg for my forgiveness?" I said. "Go ahead."

Travis's mouth kicked up on one side. "Did I say beg?"

"Sounded a lot like begging to me."

"You should know this about me." He slid his hand into my hair and angled his head to brush his lips against mine. "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

"And if I don't know what I want?"

Travis grinned like a fiend. "Then it'll be my pleasure to show you. But first…"

His fingers tightened in my hair as he pulled me forward, and the next thing I knew, his teasing tongue was in my mouth. I reached for him, needing some kind of physical proof that this was really happening, that I wasn't imagining the way he was tasting every corner of my mouth, and the rough abrasion of his stubble under my palms was confirmation enough. So was the thick length I could feel behind the material of his pants as he moved in closer and rubbed it up against my naked cock.

A rumble of pleasure vibrated out of me, and Travis chuckled.

"Feel good?"

"Fuck yes."

With a wicked grin, he slid his hands down my chest and around to my ass, then shoved a leg between mine and pulled me even closer.

"Kiss me again, and I'll make it feel even better."

He was daring me, checking to see I was as into this as he was. A kiss, one that I instigated, would mean I wanted this. Wanted him. It would prove I knew exactly what I was doing and with who.

I twisted my fingers in his longer strands and crushed my lips down on top of his. Travis's fingers dug into the bare cheeks of my ass. A sexy growl of approval filled my ears as I speared my tongue inside his mouth and took from him the taste I'd always wanted.

I could admit that now, that my curiosity about Travis had never wavered.

How would he taste?

How would he feel?

But that night at the club had been such a whirlwind that I hadn't had time to process it, the whiplash from hate to lust sending me reeling in a way that left me trying to make sense of it all. But that wasn't the case now.

I could take my time here, not rush, not worry we would be interrupted, since there was a locked door between us and the world outside.

"Wait." I lifted my lips from Travis's just long enough to say, "The windows."

"What about them?" He rubbed his leg up the inside of mine.

"Uh…" I lost my train of thought as his leg grazed my cock. "They're open."

"Guess that means we'll have to put on a show."

Before I could think about whether that was a good idea, he spun me around, backing me up against the windows. I sucked in a breath at the cold glass against my back and my bare ass, but Travis was right there, pressing up against me and licking inside my mouth.

The way he kissed had my head spinning, and I wrapped my arms around his waist to somehow get even more of him. How was it so good? The way our tongues tangled so perfectly in sync made it hard to believe I'd ever resisted him.

He took my aching length into his palm and closed his fingers around me.I cursed into his mouth.

"Your dick," he said, giving it a slow stroke, "is fucking perfect. But it'll be even more perfect inside my mouth."

Warm breath below my neck had me breathing a little faster as Travis began to make his way down my body.

This is really happening.

His strong hands skated down my sides as he lowered himself to his knees and looked up at me under dark lashes.

"I want your eyes on me. I don't want you thinking of anyone else." He nuzzled his nose into the short, cropped curls above my dick and took in a deep breath.

Like I could think about anyone else with his mouth hovering over me, that face I'd once called captivating seducing me with the promise of pleasure I'd never experienced before.

I pushed my fingers through his hair and angled his head so he was looking directly at me. "Trust me, I don't have one thought in my head right now that doesn't revolve around you."

"Good." He angled my cock and flicked his tongue over the tip, making me shiver. "Now it's time to make sure I'm the only one in your head all the time."

Travis wrapped his lips around the plump head of my dick and lowered his mouth over me.

My toes curled into the hardwood floor as I gripped his hair tight, and when he drew me all the way to the back of his throat on the first swallow, I was perilously close to coming right then and there.

Jesus Christ. He was amazing at that. His mouth felt like heaven, and I was happy to take a minute or five exploring every exquisite moment of being there.

Thankful I had something to support my seriously weak knees, I twisted my fingers in his hair and watched like a greedy voyeur as Travis drew his mouth up me, and followed that with his tight fist.He squeezed and stroked my pulsing shaft as he swiped his tongue across the swollen head, then dipped the tip into my slit. I slammed my eyes shut.

"Goddammit, Caleb."

I opened my eyes to peer down at him resting back on his heels, rubbing his thumb over my sensitive skin, and the look of adoration mixed with lust had me thrusting my hips forward.

"I could become seriously addicted to this," he said.

"You could? I'm the one getting sucked by a fucking master."

"Ooh." Travis stroked my cock along his curved lips, painting them with my pre-cum. "I like that. Cockmaster."

A strangled chuckle escaped me. "I was thinking more Master Cocksucker."

He gave me a rough pull, his eyes heavy with desire. "That's even better. It means you have to do what I say."

A thrill coursed through me at the thought, because who knew what outrageous thing would come from Travis's dirty mind?

He didn't disappoint as he lowered his head over me and said, "I want you to fuck my mouth, Caleb. Fuck it and come down my throat."

I took hold of the base of my cock and fed it into his waiting mouth. He caressed my balls as he sucked me deep inside, looking up at me and waiting for the moment I'd lose control with him.

Had there ever been anything sexier than the picture Travis made on his knees? Even fully clothed, what I wouldn't give to take a photo of this moment. I'd have to settle for a mental snapshot, but it wouldn't be one I'd ever forget.

I moved my hands to either side of his head, spearing my fingers through his hair, and then thrust my hips forward. The head of my cock bumped up against the back of his throat, wrenching an incoherent curse from my chest.

Travis reached between my thighs, each hand gripping an ass cheek, forcing me to spread my legs farther apart so he could somehow get even closer, take even more of me.

It was all I could do to set the maddening pace we both craved—me, driving into his mouth, and him, greedily sucking every drop of pre-cum. When he swallowed around my sensitive tip, my head fell back against the window. But I didn't stop watching him. Master Cocksucker was an understatement, and I wasn't sure how long I could hold out as he took everything I had to give.

His fingers curled into my ass, and I had the fleeting thought that I hoped they left marks, something to remember this by if it never happened again. But I hoped this wasn't the last time I had Travis's mouth on me.

My grip tightened on him as my body began to jerk involuntarily, the struggle on keeping my orgasm at bay getting more challenging as he devoured my dick. I'd never been able to fully let go like this, to fuck without worrying if the other person could handle it.

Travis, it seemed, could handle anything and probably more.

"I can't…" Beads of sweat fell down my neck, my breathing coming faster as I got closer. "Travis?—"

My words cut off as my climax hit so hard I blacked out. Thank fuck his hold on me never wavered, his sinfully skilled mouth riding me through the never-ending waves that racked my body.

"Holy shit," I breathed, the orgasm leaving me trembling against the window I'd forgotten about.

Travis continued to swallow every last drop, his moan of pleasure vibrating around my cock.

As my vision finally cleared, I saw a smug, satisfied smile curve his wicked lips.

"Tell me you're not going to want to do that again."

There was no way I could do that, not when I was already imagining it in vivid detail. I reached down and brushed my thumb over his swollen lips and said the only thing that made any sense right then: "No more running."