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I repeat my earlier move and pull him to me by his t-shirt. “I like this,” I admit when he’s flush againstme.
“What’s thatexactly?”
“This. You. Being able to do this,” I say, before lowering my lips tohis.
“How long until we have to leave?” I ask when I eventually pull back from ourkiss.
“Twentyminutes.”
“Plenty of time,” I say as I begin to push him in the direction of mybedroom.
“No it’s not, and I need ashower.”
“You smell perfect to me. At least let me get you all sweatybeforeyoushower.”
“Taylor, no, we haven’t got time,” he says seriously, trying to shove me away fromhim.
“You’reserious?”
“Yes. Delayed gratification is a good thing; it’ll be worthit.”
“I’m not a patient man, Caleb,” I warn as he rushes out of myroom.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I hear shoutedback.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter as I look down at my tented boxers. This is going to be a long arse fuckingday.
And I’m right. We’re still at the studio well past 8pm. The shots we get are golden—well, Paul and I think so, anyway. The director, not so much. He insists we keep reshooting even though we lost the best of the light hoursago.
By the time he calls it a day, I’m almost as irritated as I was when we finishedyesterday.
“Thank fuck for that,” Paul groans next to me as he starts disconnecting all our equipment. “I promised Nancy I’d take her out to dinner tonight. I’m gonna be in the doghouse.”
“When aren’t you?” I ask with a laugh. We both know Nancy is way too laid-back and understanding to do such a thing—especially where work isconcerned.
Once we’re packed away, I go in search of Caleb. I once again find him in his dressing room, only today he hasn’t just got out of the shower. He’s still init.
I quietly close the door behind me and turn the lock. I pull my t-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor as I make my way over to the steamed up shower door. I lose my shoes, trousers and boxers just before reaching for the handle. Caleb is stood with his back to me and his face up towards the stream of water. I take a couple of seconds to appreciate that fine arse with water running all over it but I can only stand there so long because the temptation to touch is too much. I step forward and run my hands down his sides and around to rest on his stomach. He physically jumps and, much to my amusement, screams like agirl.
“It’s just me, calm down,” I say before kissing across his now slightly stubbly jawline. My hands run down his back and grab on to his arse as I pull him to me. His body lines up perfectly to mine. “Fucking love these lips,” I mutter quietly before placing mine against them. I push him back slightly so we’re both under the torrent ofwater.
“Taylor, we can’t do this; we’re at work,” Caleb argues when I eventually let him pullback.
“We’ve finished. Everything’s packed and people are leaving,” I say reassuringly as I start to kiss down his neck. “I’ve been waiting to have you all day.” I know he’s only arguing because he thinks it’s the right thing to do. I can feel his hard cock resting against mine, telling me what he really wants. And that’s okay with me, because if he’s worried about being caught, it’ll only make ithotter.
He soon stops trying to disagree when I drop to my knees and immediately take him in my mouth. I watch the water pouring down over his chest and stomach as I work him slowly in andout.
“Taylor,” he groans in pleasure, and the sound alone has me closer to the orgasm I’ve been craving allday.
Just before he’s about to empty himself in my mouth, I pull back and standup.
“Wha—”
“Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on the tiles,” Idemand.
He does as I ask and I quickly reach for the condom and sachet of lube I dropped on the floor outside the showerdoor.
In seconds, I’m wrapped up and ready to go. I squeeze a blob of lube on my fingers and set about prepping Caleb for a short, hardfuck.
