28. Travis

TWENTY-EIGHT

I'D BEEN THINKING about this moment all night. Despite telling him I'd been waiting for him to come and find me, I'd fully expected this scenario to stay locked in my Caleb fantasy vault once he woke up and realized what he'd done.

But no. He'd barely been bothered about his epic show last night, more disappointed that I hadn't been in bed with him when he woke up.

Was this really happening? He was tugging me into his bedroom? And he wanted me to leave any good-guy pretenses at the door?

Like I had any, but still.

Fuck it, it was on.

With his fingers entwined with mine, he led me past his bed and into the en suite.

I could work with this.

"Feeling a little filthy?" I said as he let go of my hand to turn the shower on.

"You're not?"

"I didn't say—" My words came to an abrupt end as Caleb unzipped his pants and shoved them, along with his boxer briefs, down and stepped out of them.

I just hoped he realized what he was provoking. "Caleb?"

"Hmm?" He straightened to his full height, and when his delicious cock rose with him, it took everything I had to say the next three words.

"Are you sure?"

He wrapped his hand around his dick and gave it a nice, long pull, and fuck me, I'd never wanted to hear the word yes more in my life.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just wanna play with you, if?—"

My mouth on his cut off his words before he could finish them, because there was no need. I'd wanted Caleb for as long as I could remember, and I wasn't about to let anything as mundane as small talk get in the way of finally having him again.

His lips parted eagerly under mine, and his tongue slipped inside my mouth to seek me out. That he was the one taking what he wanted only ramped up the hotness of the moment.

Caleb wanted me. That much was clear when he let himself go and took hold of my hips, drawing me forward to rub his erection up against mine. I cursed at the fabric barrier preventing the skin-on-skin contact I so desperately wanted, and like he could read my mind, Caleb slipped his fingers inside the waistband and began to push them off my hips.

"These need to go," he said as he shoved them down under my ass.

"A-fucking-men to that."

I reluctantly let him go, but only long enough to get my briefs gone, and once I was free I reached for the back of his neck, pulling him in close for another kiss. Caleb groaned into my mouth, gliding his hands down my sides to my ass as he began to walk us back into the enormous shower I'd imagined him in too many times to count.

The steam swirled around us as we made it inside the tiled sanctuary, and I could already tell it was about to become the backdrop for one of my all-time favorite fantasies come true.

The water hit Caleb's back first, and my hands followed. His body felt amazing, tall and sinewy—he fit against me perfectly as he stopped where the spray was hitting his lower back and took hold of my face. Then Caleb angled his head and thrust his tongue deep into my mouth.

I dug my fingers into the sweet curves of his ass, and as I pulled him to me, our cocks slid up against each other—his, nice and long, thick and veiny; mine, hard as steel, flushed, and dripping pre-cum as I rubbed all over him, and imagined doing the same to his mouth.

Caleb tore his lips from mine, then reached between us and fingered the silver ring at the head of my dick. "I fucking love this piercing."

I grunted as he continued to play with it, exploring the piece of jewelry with a tentative touch, and I took his hand and applied more pressure.

"You don't have to be so gentle." Caleb's eyes flew to mine, and I couldn't help my smirk. "I like it a little rough."

A curious gleam twinkled in those deep brown depths. "Define a little."

"Hard to put into words, really. But let's just say you can do whatever you like to me." I leaned in and licked a path up his cheek to his ear. "With you, I want it all."

"Fuck." Caleb's hand wrapped around me, and the feel of his hot palm squeezing me tight made my cock pound. "I don't know where to start."

I shuffled in closer to him and put my lips to his neck, moving my hands back to his ass. "Start wherever you like. Everything you do is going to feel fucking amazing."

"How do you know?" Caleb said as he gave a slow, hard pull of my dick.

I leaned back a fraction."Because just the smell of your soap is enough to make me come all over you. Anything beyond that is a bonus."

Caleb smiled. "My soap?"

"Yep. You've been using the same shit since I've known you, and I gotta say, it's really inconvenient to pop a semi when a stranger walks past smelling like you."

"You do not."

"I do, and let's not even talk about the grocery store…"

"Shut up. When was the last time you ever set foot in a grocery store?"

He had a point, but… "It would be inconvenient if I were to go to one."

Caleb chuckled, then turned me until my back was up against the tiled wall."You're ridiculous."

"And you're fucking hot. So is it really that difficult to believe I get hard picturing you running that body wash all over yourself?"

Caleb turned and reached for the bottle of soap on the ledge. "This one?"

He popped the top, and the second he waved it under my nose, my toes curled and my dick jerked. I reached down and clamped a hand around it.

"Holy shit, you were telling the truth."

"Yeah, I was." I rested my head back against the wall and gave myself a hard pull.

Caleb licked at the condensation beading his top lip and tipped the bottle up, pouring some of the soap into his hand. "Then I think I know exactly where I want to start."

"You do?" I said as he put the bottle back on the shelf.

"I do." He stepped in front of me, his dick jutting out like it wanted to play, then he began to run his hands over my chest, soaping me up. "I'm going to clean you up, rinse you down, then…" He brushed his lips over mine. "I'm going to make you dirty all over again."

Oh, fuck yes. I didn't have one damn complaint about that.

Caleb lowered his eyes back to where his hands were massaging their way down my body, making sure to get my skin all lathered up. His touch was sure but also exploratory as he grazed his thumbs over my nipples, his lust overriding any self-doubt he might have about being with a guy like this.

All these firsts...with me. A kiss. A hand job. Whatever came next...other than me.

All of those things were a heavy burden to carry for someone, and something I'd pretty much avoided since my own years ago. But Caleb was trusting me with this, and now that he was finally opening up and navigating this side of our relationship, I wasn't going to fuck things up.

I was going to make every moment we were together as amazing and memorable for him as I knew it would be for me.

As he continued to make his way down my body to where I was stroking myself, he batted my hand out of the way and took my hard length in his slippery palm. I sucked in a breath.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said, his voice a breathy kind of sigh. "I want to do this right, make you feel good."

A strangled chuckle left me at that, because if he made me feel any better, I might just die from the experience. "Anything you do is going to feel right."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I." I reached down with both hands and held his in place as I thrust forward, tunneling through his fist. "The other day in the library, I came in two seconds from just a touch. Trust me when I say it's taking everything I have not to explode all over you now that you're naked and touching me. I don't think you realize just how fucking much I want you."

A shiver rippled over his skin, and Caleb looked down my body to where my piercing shone like a beacon under the lights in the shower.

"You think you can hold off long enough to let me get a better look at that?"

"If I can't, I'll die trying."

The next thing I knew, Caleb knelt where the suds were pooling at my feet. And fuck, the sight of him in front of me almost made my knees buckle.

He was so damn gorgeous, better than any dream I'd had of him, as damp strands of his hair stuck to his forehead and he angled my dick so he could finger the ring adorning the leaking tip.

The scent of his soap filled my nostrils as Caleb ran his thumb down the underside of my shaft to fondle my balls, his fingers slipping and sliding, teasing the most sensitive part of my body.

I grunted with pleasure. "Someone clearly knows what he likes when he's alone."

Caleb looked up at me. "I've definitely had more practice lately… Thank you for that."

"Fucking hell."

His smile turned wicked then, tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Am I allowed to touch you here?" He gently pushed a fingertip between my ass cheeks, making me curse as my hips arched forward. "Is that a yes?"

"That's a hell yes."

He chuckled, then slipped his digit along my hot channel, and I widened my legs for him, wanting to give him the best access possible.

"I… I know what I want to do to you. But is that what you want?"

If it was putting his finger inside me, he had no idea. I wanted him to slide that finger deep in my ass and stretch me wide enough that he could then sink his dick in.

But I wasn't sure he was ready to hear that just yet—he seemed a little unsure. So I decided to ease him in another way.Make him really want me before blowing his mind.

I reached for the handheld shower head and leaned back against the wall, angling it down my body. His eyes shifted to my soapy dick as rivulets of water began to wash the suds away and leave my cock wet and his for the taking.

Then I licked my lips and told him exactly what I wanted.

"I want you to finish doing what you promised. You cleaned me up, I rinsed me down, and now you have to get me dirty all over again."

I put the spray back and threaded my fingers through his slick hair, and Caleb braced his hands on my thighs, his eyes darkening as I gripped my cock, brushing my sticky piercing over his lower lip.

"You told me to leave the good boy outside. Did you mean that?"

"Yes."

"Then suck my dick."

Caleb's nostrils flared, and just when I thought I might've pushed too hard after all, he opened his mouth and flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip of my cock, making my balls scrunch up tight against my body.

How in the hell was it that he had the ability to make me lose my cool with one touch, one lick, one fucking look?

But I was determined tonight. I would not come until I was in his mouth, and those lips were sucking on me like I was his favorite Popsicle on a summer day—which, by the way, was orange. I knew that because I'd spent way too many hours watching him eat those on the rooftop when we were younger. "Christ, Caleb—" the feel of his mouth around me was fucking torture.

I tightened my grip on his hair as he grunted in response, and I loosened my hold and pulled out, letting him catch his breath for a second. But just a second. I was too impatient, his mouth was too sweet, and I didn't want to risk coming anywhere other than on his tongue.

If he let me.

Caleb parted his lips and dug his fingers into my thighs as I directed my dick along his tongue, and when he began to suck, my eyes slammed shut.

I'd known this would be an exercise in restraint from the minute Caleb moved to his knees. But as the muffled hums and sucking sounds he made echoed off the tiled walls, my control was quickly slipping away.

"Caleb, fuck, I want?—"

He drew his lips off me with a satisfying pop.

"What do you want?"

Jesus, his voice was like gravel as he looked up my body, his eyes full of lust as his hand continued to fondle me.

"I want to come in your mouth."

"Not on my face?"

Fuck, was he serious? The arrogant tilt to his chin said he was, which conjured up just about the hottest image ever and also landed me in a bit of a conundrum.

"I mean, can't I do both? This doesn't have to be a one-time thing, does it?"

"True." Caleb licked his lower lip. "So, which one do you want to do first?"

I studied his face, those dark eyes, his masculine jaw, but what I kept coming back to were those fuckable lips. If there was one thing I was going to do right now, it was come while inside them.

"Open your mouth." I speared my fingers back into his hair and pulled his face forward, feeding my dick between his lips. I kept on like that, tunneling in and out of his mouth rougher than I probably should've, since it was his first time. But Caleb's hands were on my ass, his strong grip urging me to continue plundering his greedy mouth as lust overrode all common sense and I let go.

My chest heaved with every breath, and as my climax raced down my spine, Caleb slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks.

"Gonna come," I warned him, though he seemed too far gone to care, as his eyes fluttered closed and he continued sucking.

I watched his cock drip pre-cum all over the tiled floor, and when his finger brushed over my hole, my entire body stiffened. My hips snapped forward, Caleb swallowed on pure instinct, and the tight constriction of his throat around my tip had me coming in strong, rapid bursts inside his mouth.

My shouts bounced off the walls as I poured every last drop into him, my cum leaking out the corners of his lips and down his chin—and then hot, sticky fluid hit my toes and I knew he'd just come right along with me.

It was the hottest moment of my life—hell, every time with Caleb was hotter than the last—and when I finally pulled out of his swollen mouth and slumped back against the wall, he rested back on his heels and stared up at me with a look of pure satisfaction: Yeah, I did that.

And damn if I couldn't wait for him to do it all over again.