Page 51 of Penalty Zone

Leo

I blame Caleb’s sweet face and his romantic stories about magic and true love. Once again, all my sense leaves me when I’m around him, but I can’t regret it. We’re so good together. He brings out a different side of me, and I’m becoming a more well-rounded person. He’s introduced me to sustainable products and how simple changes can improve our health and the planet.

Caleb deserves the best, and I strive to be better for him. Being a better man for Caleb means I’m also a better father. It might be a rationalization, but it’s true.

His parents are quirky, and I understand where Caleb got his belief in crystals and mature sense of the world. He’s worked in the family store since he was a child.

“There are extra pillows and blankets in the closet in Little Bear’s room if you need them. But you should be fine,” his mom says in her ethereal voice.

“Thank you, good night.” I climb the stairs after Caleb, itching to grab his meaty ass.

Instead of going to his room, Caleb walks into the bathroom, and the lock clicks.

His bedroom looks the same as it probably did in high school. It’s slate blue with hockey posters on the wall and gray bedding. I sit on one of the beds and bounce. No creaks.

I can’t possibly be thinking of taking Caleb in his childhood bedroom. The lube I threw in my overnight bag last minute says otherwise.

My sweater is damp around the collar from the snow. All I could think about was making Caleb come and showing him my kind of magic. I remove my clothes, fold them, and place them in a pile on the desk. Their house is an old Victorian and not as well insulated as my apartment in the city. I usually sleep naked, but I pull on flannel pants and a T-shirt.

Caleb enters the room and stands with his back against the closed door as if he’s uncertain. “The bathroom’s free if you want to brush your teeth.” He crosses the room and sits on his bed.

I grab my toiletry bag and use the bathroom. When I reenter his room, Caleb’s pacing by the desk. He’s shut the blinds over the picture window, and I lock his door.

“If you’ve changed your mind—”

“No. As long as you haven’t.” His big green eyes search mine for answers.

I cross the room and take him in my arms. “Let the magic continue,” I whisper in his ear and love the goosebumps that erupt on his skin.

“Yes.” His arms circle my waist.

We kiss slow and languid as if we have all night—and we do. His body fits perfectly with mine. His soft, needy sounds drive my desire for him higher.

I walk him backward until he hits the bed I tested for squeaks—his bed. Caleb sits and reaches for my waistband, asking with his eyes.

“Not yet. I have an idea. First, I’m undressing you.” I knead the tendons in his neck before I reach for his shirt. Sitting next to him, I expose his abs and run my tongue over the ridges. I lift it higher and bite each nipple, eliciting a moan.

“Shhh, my Good Boy needs to be quiet for Daddy,” I say, and he stuffs his fist in his mouth. I didn’t plan to call myself his Daddy, but I remember the team teasing him about wanting a Daddy and I want to be his fantasy for the night.

Caleb raises his arms when I urge him so I can get his shirt off. My fingertips caress his neck and work their way down over corded muscles and veins. He twitches, leaning into me and my hands.

“Your body’s heavenly.” I kiss along his waistband as his cock grows, straining to get free. His hips hitch so I can remove his pants and underwear. His cock springs loose and bounces against his stomach.

Cupping his balls, I push him back on the bed, kissing as his hands roam over me.

“I still have my socks on, and you are way overdressed.” He smiles into our kiss.

“You’re going to come before I undress, and then we’ll come together. My sweet boy has a big appetite. Lie back on the pillow.” I help him swing his legs lengthwise on the bed.

“But…” He bites his lip.

“This is for both of us. I want as much of you as I can get,” I say, tugging on his curls so he’s flat on the bed. “Exactly where you should be.” I praise him and love his flush.

I settle between his legs, cursing my clothes, but they’re a necessary barrier for a premature orgasm.

As I take him to the back of my throat, he reaches back and covers his face with the pillow, muffling his noises. I allow him a few minutes to settle himself, then pop off to fling the pillow away.

“Let me see your face. You can be good and quiet, can’t you?” His pupils are so wide there’s only a ring of green, and he whimpers but nods.

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