Page 46 of Second Shot

“I’m glad you were honest.” I smile tentatively. “I like your idea a lot, Gabe.”

He slumps a little, and some of the tension leaves his face. “Okay, good.”

I grin at him, feeling really happy and he smiles back.

Biting his lip, he studies me and his expression heats. “Now that we have that figured out, how about you get naked and climb on my bed, Caldwell?”

Chapter Eleven

Gabe

He starts to do as I say, but then he stops and faces me. His cheeks are flushed and he looks guilty. “I’m sorry about earlier, Gabe. Sorry I misread the situation. I almost went home with that chick. I… I feel like an idiot.”

I grimace. “That’s on me. I should have told you what was going on with the guys. You didn’t know, so you were confused.” I laugh and lean toward him. “And if you think I’d have just let you walk out with that girl, you’re nuts. No way I was letting that happen.”

He doesn’t smile. Instead he says, “I hope you don’t get bored of me.”

He sounds so insecure, it breaks my heart. His self-esteem is trash. I don’t understand it, but I’ve seen this in him enough times to know it’s real. He’s not pretending he doesn’t feel worthy. He literally doesn’t feel worthy.

“You’ve never bored me.” I step closer to him, touching his cheek. “Not once.”

He smiles at that. “I feel the same way about you.”

My chest aches at that uncertain smile. Sometimes he looks like a little boy just waiting for the other shoe to drop. He’s said just enough about his father that I know he’s the reason Ryan feels worthless. Even if I don’t know the details of what his father did to him, it must have been pretty bad.

I lean closer and say softly, “Do you wanna keep talking? Or do you wanna get naked with me?”

“Obviously I want to get naked.” He laughs, moving closer to the bed.

“Good answer.” I watch him as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, tossing it over a chair. As I slip out of my shirt, I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s so fucking hot, my mouth waters just looking at him.

His body is built for power and precision, broad shoulders tapering to a lean, muscular waist. His arms are roped with sinew, forearms dusted with fine, blond hair, veins prominent. Tight abs ripple subtly when he moves, and his thighs, thick and powerful, speak of explosive speed. Physically, there’s nothing soft about him. He’s the perfect blend of grace, grit, and raw masculinity.

He reaches for my belt, but I stop him. “I was thinking, maybe I could suck you this time?” I love the little shiver that ripples through him. “It’s only fair.”

“Well, it is important to be fair,” he murmurs.

“Isn’t it?” I don’t waste time. I drop to my knees, my hands fumbling with his belt. I tug his pants down, taking his briefs with them. His cock springs free, already half-hard. God, he has a gorgeous cock. I wrap my hand around it, and using his pre-cum, I begin stroking him slowly.

His hips thrust instinctively at my touch. “Fuck,” he moans, his head falling forward. I lean in, taking him into my mouth. He lets out a harsh breath as I swallow him down, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

He tastes as good as I remember and it’s a pleasure to suck him off. I want this to be the best head he’s ever had. I suck the head of his dick, concentrating with my tongue on that little bundle of nerves just below the crown. At the same time, I caress his swollen balls and the base of his thick shaft, making sure every inch of his cock is worshiped properly.

He groans, staring down at me as I take him deep into my tight throat. He swears under his breath as he thrusts into my mouth, tangling his trembling fingers in my hair. He’s obviously struggling to control the urge to fuck my mouth harder and harder. His sounds are needy and growing more and more desperate.

He tastes so good, I can’t stop sucking him. I know he’s getting close to the edge because ofhow he tugs at my hair as he makes needy little whimpers. I love it when he starts to lose control. I could listen to him moan and all day long. It’s like music to my ears, and when I combine those sounds with his musky taste on my tongue, it’s no wonder I can’t stop sucking his cock.

“Gabe,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “Fuck, s… stop. You’re going to make me come.”

I pull my mouth off of him, and I look up at him. “I don’t care if you come in my mouth. I want that.”

He swallows hard. “I… I really want to come with your cock in my ass.”

I shudder at the visual he just gave me. “Um, yeah. Not going to argue if that’s what you want.” I push up to my feet and I walk him backward, when the back of his legs hit the mattress, I gently push him down onto the bed.

He scoots further up near the pillows, and I’m on him in an instant. I help him out of the rest of his clothes until he’s completely naked beneath me. I leave him briefly to strip off my remaining clothes, and grab lube out of my suitcase. Then, I’m back, slicking my fingers and trying to control my excitement at the thought of being inside him again.

I go back to sucking him, partly to help him relax, but mostly because I love the flavor of him. While I taste him, I also caress his hole with myfingertips. I want to get him ready for my cock. I watch him under my lashes as I suckle his dick, loving the flushed, desperate expression he wears.

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