37. Caleb

THIRTY-SEVEN

IT WASN'T OFTEN Travis was at a loss for words, but as I stood there staring down into his gorgeous face, I could tell I'd shocked him.

His electric-blue eyes were full of confused excitement. He wanted what I was offering, I knew that. He just wasn't sure if he understood what I was throwing down.

"Just so I'm clear," Travis said, moving to his feet. "When you say you want me to make you mine, what exactly do you mean?"

Yep. I'd totally confused the poor guy.

I took the final step between us, then lowered my lips by his ear and cleared up any and all confusion. "I mean, I want you to take me to my room, take off my clothes, and do all the things you've ever imagined doing to me."

Travis pulled away a fraction. "You're serious?"

I tightened my fingers around his and began walking us back toward my room, letting my actions answer for me.

Was I serious? Damn right I was. I'd been thinking about this moment for a couple of weeks now. Whether or not I'd want it and whether or not I'd be brave enough to ask. The idea of opening myself up to Travis like this scared the hell out of me. But so did the thought of never knowing him that way.

Skin to skin…

Mouth to mouth…

Body to body…

I knew he'd make it good for me. That he'd do everything in his power to make sure this was as perfect as our day had been, and that had me stopping at my bedroom door and turning back to face him.

"I want this," I reiterated, and just to make sure there were no questions lingering between us, I added, "I want you to be my first."

"Fuck, Caleb."

My lips quirked as I parted my legs and drew him in between them. "That's exactly what I'm hoping you'll do."

Travis squeezed my fingers, then leaned in to nip at my lower lip. "You're sure?"

I jutted my hips forward, rubbing my erection against his so he could feel just how sure I was. "One hundred percent."

Travis nodded and stepped back, letting go of my hand, and for a second I thought he was about to turn me down until?—

"I can do all the things I've ever imagined?"

His wicked smile had my heart pounding in time with my dick. "That's right."

"Sooo we're not going to leave our condo for the next month or so, then. Have you told our teachers, friends, family about this?"

"Very funny." But the teasing glint in his eyes was so damn sexy he had me reaching down to rub the heel of my palm over myself.

"Because once I get you in that room and get inside you, I'm not sure I'm gonna want to let you go. That okay with you?"

Hell yes it is. I didn't care if he wanted to stay there for a whole year, as long as he kept looking at me like that.

Travis slicked his tongue over his lower lip, his eyes roving over me. "Want to know the first thing I've imagined when it comes to you?"

My ability to talk seemed to have disappeared when all the blood rushed south, so I settled for nodding.

"I've imagined walking in on you when you're completely naked. Not shirt off or half undressed but fully fucking naked, standing at the end of your bed, waiting for me."

That was damn hot, to know that someone as sexy and as uninhibited as Travis had fantasized about me.

"So let's start there."

I swallowed and nodded again, then reached for the handle and opened my door. It was a miracle I didn't stumble as I turned to rush inside, and I looked back, expecting to see Travis behind me. But he remained where he'd been seconds ago, standing just outside the door.

I frowned. "You're not coming?"

"Oh, I'll be coming, but I want to be inside you when I do, so I'm going to wait out here while you strip. And Caleb?"

"Yeah?"

"Wait for me at the foot of your bed, facing your mattress."

Holy. Shit. Okay. I could do this.

Was I nervous? Fuck yes.Was I more turned on than I had ever been in my life? Also fuck yes.

I moved further into my room, thankful we'd played around in here enough that there were supplies on hand for whatever Travis had in mind, because the last thing I wanted to do right now was stop and ask questions. Not with the sexual tension that was humming between us.

God, how had I ever been able to ignore it? It was so tangible, the way it wound around us and pulled us together like an invisible rope, and I was done fighting it.I wanted Travis to take me, finally make me his.

I kicked off my shoes and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it over the chair at my desk. My jeans were next, followed by my socks, and when all that was left was my boxer briefs, I stripped out of them and walked over to the foot of the bed.

My rumpled duvet looked inviting as I stared down at it. The wide bed made my breath come a little faster as I imagined what was about to happen in it over the next few hours.

The crazy thing was, I felt like this was my first time—ever.

My excitement and arousal was mixed with nerves and had my stomach all jumbled. It wasn't like this was even the first time Travis and I had been naked together. I'd taken him the other night, right here, in my bed. But the idea of Travis taking me there was an entirely different thing.

There was a soft knock on my door as it was slowly pushed open, and then I heard it click shut behind me.

"Goddamn. Look at you." Travis's voice echoed around the room as the sound of his feet on the hardwood accompanied the ringing in my ears. Then I felt it, that invisible rope winding around the two of us as he shifted in behind me.

He hadn't touched me anywhere, not with his hands, not with his mouth, but his mere presence set every nerve ending on fire as he stopped only inches from me.

"Caleb, I…" Travis's words got stuck on whatever he'd been about to say, and just as I was about to ask if everything was okay, he added, "I wanted to be so cool when I walked in here." He chuckled, and the gravelly sound sent goosebumps racing all over my skin."Show you all my moves. Do all the dirty things. But you're so fucking beautiful, I'm almost scared to touch you."

I sucked in a breath at the almost reverent way he said those last few words, then turned to face him.Still fully clothed, he was hands down the sexiest guy I'd ever seen in my life. Always had been. With his kohl-lined eyes, pouty lips, and an appetite for sin, Travis was everything I'd ever wanted. So why had I ever denied myself?

I had no idea. But that was going to stop here and now.

"Scared?" I reached for his hand, drawing it up to place it on my chest. "What are you scared of? It's just me."

"That's exactly it. It's you, Caleb."

He slid his palm to where my heart thumped harder with every word that left his mouth.

"What if I hurt you?"

I smiled at this sudden show of vulnerability. Here I was standing completely naked, and yet I was the one comforting him.

"You won't hurt me."

"I don't just mean physically."

So that's what he was worried about. That if he took me like this, was my first, I would expect forever?

"Travis?"

He raised those incredible eyes back to mine, and I couldn't stop my body from reacting as it always did when I had his attention. My cock hardened and my pulse raced.

"I don't need promises or declarations of love." I swallowed and dragged his hand down my body to my aching dick. "What I need is you. It's always been you."

Travis groaned, and it was like I'd flipped a switch, as he wrapped his fingers around my stiff length.

My head fell back as he started to slowly stroke up and down my shaft, his fist eliciting a guttural moan from deep in my throat.

"Oh fuck yes," he murmured, and any hesitation he'd felt vanished as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to my neck. "I've wanted you for so damn long…"

I reached for his arms to keep my knees from giving out. "Then take me."

Travis nipped his way up to my jaw and across my cheek to my lips. "By the time I'm done with you, no one else will do."

He was right. I already knew that. I'd known it the night in the club when he'd kissed me. Hell, I'd known it the night of our parents' wedding when he'd first kissed me. For years I'd tried to replace him, tried to wipe him from my memory. But no one had ever come close, and I knew no one ever would.

"Give me your tongue, Caleb."

I immediately obeyed, wanting another taste of him more than my next breath. The second I teased at his lips, Travis opened for me.

The hand around my dick tightened as I tangled my tongue with his, and when I rocked forward, pushing myself through his fist, Travis moaned and took a step forward, and my calves hit the end of my bed.

"Shit." Travis took a step back, touching his swollen lips. "I feel like this is my first time. I'm in so much fucking trouble with you."

I couldn't help my smile as I reached down to take over the stroking of my very hard cock. "Is that such a bad thing?"

"No." Travis shook his head, then a slow, sensual smile curved his lips. "It's perfect, actually. You should've been my first. Now turn back around. Let me see what trouble I'll be getting into."

There was the Travis I knew and lov?—

Knew.

Sexy, confident, and bossy, the flirt was back in full force. When I turned to face the bed, he was immediately behind me, trailing his fingertips over my back, across my shoulder blades, and down my spine.

Then warm lips brushed over the base of my neck, sending a jolt of lust right through me.

"I will never get tired of looking at you like this."

"No?"

"Never," he whispered by my ear. "Move onto the bed. Face down. This sweet ass up."

I grinned as I put a knee to the mattress and climbed onto it, moving to the center of the bed.

"Fuckin' hell," he said from behind me, which was followed by the rustling of clothes, and then Travis's shirt hit the mattress beside me. "Spread your legs for me."

The order was so damn hot that my dick lurched against my covers and I had to reach down to readjust myself.

"Oh shit," Travis groaned, and I froze, thinking I'd done something wrong. "No. Don't stop. I just can't decide what I want more—you lying there waiting for me, or you getting yourself off while I watch."

I chuckled at his put-out tone, but kept working myself against the bed.

"Fuck. Yeah. Okay, that. Move up to your knees a little. I want to see." Travis's words came in ragged breaths, his orders getting choppier as I did exactly what he said. "Jesus. You're so fucking hard."

No shit. I was so turned on from what he was saying and making me do that it was a miracle I hadn't come already. Then his pants hit the bed by my head and my orgasm seriously threatened.

"Wait," I rushed out, clamping my hand around the root of my cock. "I need… Give me a second."

The mattress dipped behind me and a pair of warm, wet lips found the round curve of my ass cheek. "You can have five. Then I want you up on your hands and knees. It's time to get you ready for my dick."

If he thought that was going to calm me down, he couldn't have been more wrong. But as he moved off the bed, I tried to channel my thoughts.

Deep breath in…

Deep breath out…

Deep breath?—

"Hands and knees, Caleb." Fuck. "Show me where you want me."

So much for that. Any calm I'd found disappeared as the bed shifted again and I moved up to the position he wanted me in. Then he smoothed his hands over my ass, his fingers flirting with my crack as he slowly spread me apart.

"Christ. How the hell am I supposed to go slow when you look this fucking good?"

I gripped my dick and squeezed. "Who's asking for slow?"

"Impatient, huh?"

"Turned on," I corrected him.

"Good. But if you can still talk, you're not nearly as turned on as I need or want you to be." A slippery finger moved between my cheeks and began to slide up and down my sensitive channel. "I want you mumbling incoherent thoughts as you beg me to fuck you."

Oh God.

"That's okay with you, right?"

I gritted my teeth and nodded, my cock jerking in my hand as pre-cum leaked from the tip down onto my covers. Then cool liquid splashed over my hole, making my ass clench.

"Fucking beautiful…" Travis muttered to himself, but his praise sent a hot flush over my body as his thumb began to massage my entrance. "I swear, every part of you is a damn masterpiece."

I squeezed my eyes shut and gave myself a long pull, my pre-cum acting as lube as I worked myself closer to that fevered state of arousal. Travis gently pushed his thumb inside my body, dipping in and out, letting me get used to the new sensation, and when I started to sway back on him, wanting more, a longer, more nimble finger found its way inside me.

"Oh, hell yes. Look at the way you're taking to this." Travis's voice was raspy as he added a second finger, scissoring them apart gently as he poured more lube inside. "I can't wait to see my dick slide inside you. To watch your ass swallow me. Fuck, that's it, show me how much you want it."

It must've been a whole damn lot, because suddenly I couldn't keep still. Between my fist polishing my stiff dick, and my ass chasing the fingers Travis was teasing me with, I was rocking back and forth on top of my bed like a guy on a bucking bronco.

"You have no idea how hot you look right now."

If it was anything like how he looked when he was going out of his mind, I had some idea. But the fact he was thinking that while looking at me made everything that much hotter.

"Let's see," Travis said as he leaned down over me and pressed his lips against my shoulder blade. "You ready for me now?"

My breathing was coming in short, ragged bursts as the pleasure built inside me, and when all I could manage was a nod, Travis chuckled.

"Oh no, I want to hear it." He flicked his tongue over my ear and then nipped at it. "I want to hear how desperate you are for me."

"Yes," I panted, and turned my head. "Fuck me. Now. I want to feel you inside me."

Travis's lips curled, and before I knew it, his mouth was on mine in a kiss designed to blow my mind. His tongue thrust between my lips as his fingers penetrated my body. As he rocked over the back of me, mimicking what he was about to do with his dick, I had to pinch the head of my cock in an effort not to come.

With a final kiss to my mouth, he said, "You're mine," then disappeared behind me.

Travis removed his fingers, and the immediate loss was painful, until he nudged the wide head of his shaft between my cheeks and I felt that sexy piercing brush up against me. He paused.

"If you want to stop at any?—"

Before he could even get the words out, I pushed back on him, taking him into my body where I needed him most. The shocked curse that fell from Travis's lips made me even bolder. "I don't want to stop. I want you to start."

Strong hands moved to my hips then, and I gripped the duvet under my fingers.

"Okay then, you greedy fucker. Let's see if you can keep up."

Travis slowly pulled me back, penetrating me inch by inch, and the delicious burn that radiated through me had nothing on the pleasure I was getting from my own hand and the fact that Travis—my Travis—was finally inside me.

His low groan was the best kind of soundtrack to what was happening, and I stored it away for future use when I was on my own. When he bottomed out and stilled inside me, it took a second for my body to adjust to the wide intrusion, and though it felt strange, it definitely didn't feel bad.

"Caleb?"

My arm shook where it held me up, and I moved down until I rested on my forearm. "I'm good. Just getting a better position."

As I shifted slightly so I still had access to my dick, Travis put one of his feet flat on the mattress just outside my leg, then curled his hands around the tops of my thighs, grinding deeper into me.

"Ah, fuck." I moaned at the sensations coursing through me. Pain. Pleasure. They were all mixed together now.

"Gonna do that the second you give me the go-ahead."

I licked at my lips and pressed my forehead to the pillow, letting my body get used to the intrusion. "I'm ready."

Travis slid a hand over my tailbone then gently smoothed it up and down my back as he started to rock in and out of me.

My fingers on the bed tore at the covers for traction as I began to roll my hips back, begging for more, and Travis gave it. He gripped my hips and pulled me back onto him, tunneling into me.

"I knew it." He growled. "I knew you'd ruin me for anyone else."

My heart just about stopped at his confession, as it mirrored my exact thoughts. No one had ever come close to affecting me the way Travis had, and after tonight, I knew no one ever would.

I was about to tell him that when he whispered, "I could stay buried in you for hours. Happily lose myself and never return…"

It was a delicious thought, a decedent promise, one that had me groaning into the pillow as he began to increase his pace. The emotions and sensations he was wringing from me urged my climax to the base of my spine until the head of his dick and that piercing found my G-spot and I knew there was no way I was going to last.

"Trav… Travis…" I stammered, trying to warn him I was about two seconds away from exploding all over the place. But he knew exactly what I was trying to say as he ramped up his pace.

"That's it. I can feel it. Your body is vibrating for me, ready to go off." Then he grabbed my hips and gave a full thrust. "Come for me, birthday boy. So I can get to blowing your candle next."

That was it.

Travis's words wrapped around me, and I tightened my hand around my cock at the same time my ass did his, then a spray of cum shot out of me and onto the duvet. My toes curled as pleasure hit, so intense it made my vision black out for a second, as Travis shouted my name and a hot current flooded my hole.

It was the most intense, earth-shattering moment I'd ever had. As I fell down on the mess I'd made and Travis fell on top of me, I'd never felt more at peace in my life.

This was who I was and exactly where I was supposed to be, and to hell with anyone who had a problem with that.