Page 31 of Wishes for August

“It must be so different from where you grew up,” he mused

“It is. It's quiet most of the year except in the summer when it's overrun by tourists seeking sunshine, beaches and warm water. The rest of the year it's pretty chill.”

“You don't want to go back?” he asked, his head tilted to the side while he waited for my reply.

“Oh fuck no. Small country life is not for me. And really, my little flat in London feels more like home than anywhere I livedback there. I do miss the ocean though. I used to love swimming in the sea.”

“I love swimming,” Caleb replied, his face lighting up as he spoke. “My parents had a gym membership and I used to swim most evenings after school. I joined my school’s swim team too. There's something so freeing about diving into a pool of water and gliding seamlessly through it. It's how I imagine it must feel to fly.”

“You don't swim anymore?” I asked him.

“Not really, occasionally at the gym but I don't find the time for it anymore. My ex - Dina - wasn't a big fan of the beach so we seldom took holidays that warranted a dip in the ocean. She wasn’t a big fan of a lot of the things I liked, now that I think of it.” A pang of something - annoyance, jealousy maybe - ran through me.

“Were you together long?” My curiosity peaked and I tried to shake off the unease raking through me.

“About two years. We moved in together, got a dog and then she up and left about two months ago.” Caleb shrugged his shoulders. “Apparently what I wanted from our relationship was too much for her. Seems to be a running theme with me.” I felt his dig though I wasn't sure he actually meant to barb me with it.

“Did she know you're bi? I mean sorry to just assume, but you are right? Given this thing between us?” I gestured my hands between our bodies.

He gave a little chuckle, “It's okay, I'm pan. I never really gave much thought to my sexuality, I connect with people regardless of how they identify. And yes, she knew. I had a somewhat serious relationship with a guy before her. How about you?”

“Gay. I've known for as long as I can remember. I never came out to my mum mostly because she was so shut off from me by the time I understood it all. But I told Bran as soon as I realisedI had a crush on the captain of the soccer team when I was about sixteen.”

Branson had been sitting on his bed when I bounded into his room, my cheeks flushed from running, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I'd blurted it out to him as one long sentence and he'd just grabbed me into a hug and rugby tackled me to the ground.

“And you and Branson never….” Caleb’s words trailed off.

I quirked a brow but gave him a warm smile, “No Caleb, I've never had sex with Bran, or even kissed him. He's my best friend, my brother and we've never had those sorts of feelings for each other.”

Once our pizza was finished, Caleb relaxed into the sofa, his head thrown backwards. His throat bobbed as he swallowed and my eyes traced the lines of his neck. Scooting closer to him, I leant in and rubbed my nose up his throat, breathing him in. His body gave a shudder, and he reached over a hand and placed it on the back of my neck, pulling my head closer to him.

Before we could go any further, I pulled off and stood up, reaching for his hand and pulling him to his feet.

“Come on," My voice was a husky growl as I guided Caleb to my room. “And baby? If you mess up the sheets, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue.” I smirked at the flush on his cheeks and he followed behind me.

Caleb stripped out of his clothing and lay face down on my bed. The sight was so fucking spectacular that for a moment I forgot what I was doing and simply started at the gloriously naked man in front of me.

When Caleb caught me staring, his cheeks flushed and he buried his face in the pillow. My eyes roved over the plains ofhis muscular back and down over his plump, perfect ass, before I shook myself into action and stripped off my clothing. My body thrummed with anticipation. His skin was smooth and pale with tiny freckles over his thighs and I wanted nothing more than to dirty and mark him up. Leaving traces of me behind.

Climbing over him, I rested my full weight on top of his naked form, my arms on either side of his head. He let out a slight huff of air as I settled. Caleb’s body was hard and hot beneath me and it took everything in me not to drive my hard cock right into him. It was our last night in New York, and I had no idea how things might change once we were back in London, so I wanted to take my time with him. Draw out his pleasure, and mine.

Sitting up, to straddle his hips, I rubbed my hands up and down his body, massaging the taut muscles in his shoulders and then slowly downwards, working my hands over his sides and lower until I was groping the globes of his ass.

“August,” he rasped as he started rocking his hips into the mattress.

I gave his ass a light slap, “Calm down, baby, we’ll get there. Let me touch you.” He whined but stilled his hips and I continued exploring his body.

“I gave it some thought,” Caleb said, his voice muffled against the pillow.

“Gave what some thought?” I asked, my fingers now scratching lines up and down his back. Red ribbons blossomed on his skin and my cock rallied at the possessiveness that coursed through me.

He let out another whimper before he lifted his upper body, leaning on his elbows, “My limits. You asked me before what my limits were and I’ve given it some thought.”

I pushed him back down into the mattress and took his earlobe into my mouth, giving it a small nibble, watching as the hairs onthe back of his neck stood up when I whispered in his ear, “Yeah, and what did you decide?”

My body was moving in slow sensual movements against his, my cock lined up perfectly with his crease. I felt myself dripping as I rutted slowly against him.

When he didn’t answer me, I tried again, “Words Caleb, use you your words and tell me,”

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