30. Travis

THIRTY

CALEB HAD MADE a valiant effort, I'd give him that. The slip-up about waking up in a stranger's bed had been entertaining, but of course he hadn't caught shit in the way I would have if it came out of my mouth.

Didn't matter. He was looking at me like he wanted to take me right here on the table and?—

Oh fuck. How could I make him take me on the table?

Too far, Travis, too far.

But I'd seen the way his nose flared when I mentioned taking very good care of him tonight, and if that was what he wanted, then hell yeah I could make it happen.

Our parents took their sweet-ass time grabbing their things, and I held my breath—and Caleb's stare—until they were in the elevator.

The second I heard them start to descend, I made my move, but Caleb beat me to it, the impatient, gorgeous fucker. Then again, I'd stroked his dick to life, getting him hot and ready just to tease his ass, but having the place to ourselves was working in my favor.

Caleb was on his feet and reaching across the table for me before I could move. He grabbed the front of my shirt and hauled me in only inches from his face.

"You're such an asshole," he said, just before his mouth crashed down on mine.

I hadn't realized how starved I'd been for another taste of him until now. It was a dangerous craving, one so all-consuming I didn't let myself think too hard about it. I held his head between my palms as I stood up to meet him, and then thrust my tongue inside, claiming him once again.

God, the way he attacked me right back, no hesitation, just a desperate, head-spinning kiss that matched my own, made my entire body come alive.

I speared my fingers through his hair, angling his head so I could kiss along his neck. "I told you it'd be harder than you thought."

"How the fuck did you do it all this time?"

"No choice. You didn't want me like that."

Caleb groaned as I sucked the sensitive skin beneath his ear. "I want you now."

The fact that my cock didn't punch through my pants at that was a goddamn miracle. The restraint that had been holding me back snapped like a twig, and I ripped my mouth away to shove everything in front of us off the table. Caleb's eyes widened as plates and utensils went flying, clattering to the floor.

"By now, you better mean right fucking now." I reached for the back collar of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

He cursed, his ravenous stare trailing my body as I tossed the shirt. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths. "They might come back."

"Then we'll tell 'em we had a food fight." I flicked open the button of my pants. "You scared?"

Caleb licked his lips and removed his shirt, giving me the view I would've begged for in about five more seconds. "That's not the word for what I'm feeling right now."

"No? Hmm, let's see." I jerked my zipper down. "I heard you've got a fever. My diagnosis is that it's because you're seriously fucking hot for me."

"Oh yeah? And what do you plan to do about it?"

"First we need to get you out of those clothes."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than he shoved his jeans down his hips. A wet mark smeared the front of his boxer briefs where his dick tented the material, and now he knew exactly how it felt to sit across from him at one of these dinners.

Torture. Pure fucking torture.

I rounded the table, moving directly in front of him as he turned to face me. "Ah, yes. I can see exactly what you need." Sliding my hands inside his briefs, I lowered them, and once they were past his ass, he surprised me by hopping up to sit on the table.

"Keep going."

He didn't have to ask twice, because I didn't plan to stop—not until he reached his limit, because with Caleb, I wasn't sure I ever would.

I continued to drag his briefs down his legs, and when I was eye level with his cock, I licked the bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

Caleb white-knuckled the edge of the table and cursed.

The taste of him was so intoxicating it was all I could do to finish stripping him naked to get this started. But when I got to my feet, Caleb shook his head.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he said, looking pointedly at the pants I still wore.

"That a problem? Feeling impatient?"

He gripped his cock at the base and gave himself a rough stroke. "Or I could just get myself off, if you're not interested."

I got rid of my clothes in a fucking heartbeat, and once I was fully naked, I pushed him back on the table.

I only took a second to admire the way he looked laid out, all those hard muscles tensed and ready. Had the anticipation not been killing me, I could've stared at him all night. But I needed to touch him too badly.

I climbed up over him, straddled his waist, and forced his arms up over his head. Keeping my hands on his wrists, I leaned down to kiss him deep and began to move my hips, writhing over him, rubbing my leaking dick against his.

Caleb made an incoherent sound that I swallowed before repeating the move. His arms strained against my hold, like he wanted them free to touch me. I held him down tighter, running my cock along his, the pre-cum from both of us giving a sweet slide.

I let go of one of his wrists and reached between us to wrap my hand around both of our rock-hard lengths. We were too thick for my fingers to get anywhere near touching, but the squeeze of pressure felt so damn good that Caleb slapped his free hand against the table.

"Oh shit—" His words cut off as he sucked in a sharp breath and arched his hips, like he wanted even more.

"I remember you like that," I murmured, before letting go of his other wrist so I could use both hands to work us over. He grasped my thighs and lifted his head so he could watch the action.

"It just feels so fucking good."

Damn, that was such a turn-on. So was the way he kept thrusting up into my hand. He was watching every move I made with an intense focus that ramped my desire so fast and hard that if I didn't tread carefully here, this would end too soon.

And greedy bastard that I was, I wanted more. So much more. If I had my way, I'd tell him to fuck me right here on this table, to make it so good neither of us would ever be able to look at it again without coming in our pants.

Caleb's fingers dug into my thighs almost painfully and he let out a choked, "What?"

I froze. Had I said that out loud?

He reached up, gripped the back of my neck, and pulled me down until my lips hovered over his. "You want me to fuck you? Right here, right now?"

Yep. He'd heard me. The last remaining bit of caution I had about not pushing Caleb too far, too soon flew out the window at the lust glazing his eyes.

"Hell yes." My lips grazed his and I didn't know who trembled, if it was me, him, or hell, it could've been both of us. "Tell me you want that. To be deep inside me, making me come all over our parents' dining room table."

"Travis… Shit." His fingers tightened on my neck, and he closed the distance between us with a harsh kiss. His tongue ran along the seam of my lips, forcing its way into my mouth so he could devour me in a way that felt a hell of a lot like he was saying yes to me. And if that didn't tell me,the slap he gave my ass did, followed by his command to, "Get on your goddamn knees."

I shifted off him so he could sit up, but the two of us being six feet and sprawled across the table not meant for two bodies to lay across it made it a tight fit.

Much like Caleb was going to find my ass to be in three…two…

I dropped down onto my hands and knees as he moved in behind me.

"Dammit," he said. "Tell me you left some lube in your room upstairs."

I snorted. "You can put it in me fucking raw and I'll still beg for it. Don't worry."

"Travis. I don't wanna hurt you."

"Remember? I don't mind it rough." But to appease him, I leaned over the edge of the table and grabbed my pants. Good thing I never went anywhere without supplies, especially now that Caleb was interested in my dick.

And, thank good God almighty, my ass.

I slapped a couple condoms and some pocket lube packets on the table as I moved back to all fours. My ass clenched in eager anticipation, and I had to force myself to breathe.

He wanted me to be his first, but if I had things my way, I'd be his last.

His hands smoothed over my firm cheeks, and then he kneaded the muscles, plumping me with his strong fingers.

That's it. Look and explore all you want.

Hot breath against my skin was the only warning I got before he sank his teeth into me, biting hard enough that he'd leave a mark.

And I was so ravenous all I could think was how I couldn't wait to see the evidence of that bite tomorrow. If he wanted to leave more marks, I'd eagerly take them.

He licked over the tender spot and then his hands were gone and I heard the rip of the packets being opened. A few cool drops of liquid landed along the top of my ass, and a few seconds later they were joined by Caleb's fingers teasing along the crease.

"You're so fucking sexy like this." He trailed a finger along my perineum slowly, making me moan with need.

Without thinking, I pushed back on him, wanting more, and he chuckled low in his throat.

"Now who's impatient?" With one hand spreading me open, he glided his finger back up to rub against my entrance. The lube made it easier for his long digit to slide past the barrier, pushing inside me until I felt his hand bottom out against my ass.

Shit, I hadn't expected him to want to explore. Just when I didn't think this could get any hotter.

"You're so tight." He slid his finger in and out, soon adding another.

"So tight for a big-ass bottom, you mean?"

Caleb smacked my ass and shoved a third inside, making all my breath whoosh out. I dropped my head to hide my grin and watched my excited cock drip onto the shiny wood.

"Yes, please, may I have another?" Taunting him was the only way to keep my orgasm at bay, because there was no way I was coming before he got inside me.

I rocked back on his fingers, chasing them when he tried to pull them out, clenching my ass tight.

"Fuck, if you do that to my dick, this'll all be over," he warned.

I met his eyes over my shoulder. "Sounds like a challenge to me."

He twisted his lips, shaking his head as he replaced his fingers with his lubed cock, pressing his plump head against my hole and waiting for entry.

Deep breath in…and out.

On my exhale I shoved back on him, hard enough to force his steel dick to penetrate me several inches.

The words that came out of Caleb then weren't in any language I'd ever heard, and I took advantage of his momentary surprise to push back again so he was balls deep inside me.

Caleb was inside me.

I let that sink in for the minute he took to get himself back under control. His hand flattened along my spine, holding me still, and I fought the urge to send him over the edge by squeezing around him.

Not until he fucks me.

Focusing on keeping my hands braced on the table was a lesson in patience, when all I suddenly wanted to do was look at him as he pounded into me. But he might think it was too intimate being face to face. Better to let him feast his eyes on my ass.

It was pretty damn spectacular.

Caleb bent down by my ear, his voice coming out strangled. "Do that again and I won't let you come." To prove his point, he reached around and pinched the head of my dick.

Pain lanced through me, joining the pleasure I was feeling from my full ass, and I licked my lips, welcoming both. If he thought I wasn't into anything and everything with him, he'd soon find out.

And bossy top Caleb was doing all kinds of crazy shit to my insides.

"Well then," I said, turning my head so our lips brushed. "You'd better get to fucking moving."