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Caleb
Ikissed him.
I fucking kissedhim.
I’ve held myself back all this time and it’s his pathetic bruised face and a threat of moving out that has me caving to what I reallywant.
The tension in the car was awful before but now, after that kiss, it’sunbearable.
Why the fuck did I kisshim?
I don’t even know why I’m questioning myself. I’ve wanted to feel his lips against mine for a long fucking time, but I never allowed it. I convinced myself about not wanting him with his whoreish ways but I knew it was all a bullshit excuse. It wasn’t until Lilly called me out on it earlier that I realised what shit I was telling myself. I knew he’d slept with at least one guy since living with me because I came home from a shoot and caught them at it when I went to his room to ask if he wanted to go for a drink. The image of him deep inside another guy still haunts me. I hated my reaction, the jealousy that bubbled up inside me, so I continued with myTaylor is a whore and I don’t want himmentality. Lilly was right, though. I’m a total hypocrite because I’ve been with a couple of guys. Only when I’ve been away, mind you. If I hadn’t, I certainly would have ended up in Taylor’s room. I got close a few nights. I’m embarrassed to admit that I’ve found myself stood in the hallway between our rooms arguing with myself more thanonce.
I’m totally lost in my own head and, before I know it, we’re pulling up outside our apartment. The only words spoken on the rest of the journey were my apology and Taylor’s warning. I’m not sure if it was meant as a warning, but the way he said it, his voice even deeper than usual, gave me the impression I’d started something I’m pretty sure I’m going to be incapable ofstopping.
The second the car comes to a stop, Taylor is out and gathering the bags from the boot. It doesn’t escape my attention that he doesn’t move quite as smoothly as he usually would. It’s impossible to forget what he went through on Friday with the bruises and cuts on his face, but I keep underestimating how much the rest of him musthurt.
I lock the car and jog up the stairs to catch up with him. He doesn’t look back but he knows I’m there because I hear him say, “I didn’t think you werecoming.”
I know it’s not what he means, but my brain takes that simple statement and runs with it. Fuck, how badly do I want to becoming?
My silence makes him turn around when we get to our front door. The look on my face must tell him exactly what I’m thinking because he leans in and whispers in my ear, “All in goodtime.”
Before I know what’s happening, the bags have been dropped, the front door has been slammed, and I’m backed up againstit.
“Don’t even think about trying to stop this. You started it, so I’m going to finish it,” he warns before his lips descend onmine.
All the fight and bullshit I’ve been telling myself about why this is a bad idea fall away when I feel his skin onmine.
His fingers start working on the buttons on my shirt as our tongues duel. It’s only seconds before I feel his hands on my shoulders pushing my shirt away. The feeling of them running down my chest and over my stomach has tingles shooting around my body. When he gets to my waist, he grips tight and starts to pull me towards hisroom.
We are still connected at the lips, neither of us quite yet willing to end the kiss that’s been building up foryears.
I hear a thud as he kicks open the door before I’m forcefully pushed away from him. The backs of my knees hit his mattress and I fall down on hisbed.
Taylor reaches behind him and pulls his t-shirt over his head gently, revealing his stunning muscular torso—the one he’s been taunting me with by walking around practically naked since he moved in. I’ve dreamt about how all those muscles will feel under my hands more thanonce.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask in a husky voice when I see the purple and yellow bruising covering his tannedskin.
“More than you can ever imagine,” he answers as he unties his jogging bottoms and drops them to the floor. He is gorgeously naked underneath; his cock is hard and begging forme.
As much as I want to drop to my knees in front of him, I’m frozen to the spot as I take in the sheer perfection in front ofme.
Taylor is stacked. I’ve always known this, but seeing him totally naked, he seems even bigger—even more intimidating. I get a sudden bolt of nerves. What if I’m not good enough for him? I’ve had my fair share of experience when I was in America but it’s nowhere near the amount Taylor’s had. This thing between us has been building for a long time; what if it’s not as good as I’ve been imagining—hoping—for?
Shit.
I feel my shoulders sag a little and I’m just about to back out when Taylorspeaks.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” he asks as he grasps his cock in hispalm.
“Fuck,” I say as I let out a huge breath. I suddenly have a huge desire to go and find hiscamera.
“Caleb?”
“Sorry,” I mutter and I see his eyes widen in panic. My apology isn’t because I’m about to back out, though. It’s for how long I’ve kept him waiting—keptmyselfwaiting.
I drop from the bed down onto my knees so I’m eye level with his cock. It’s fucking huge like the rest of him, yet fuckingperfect.
