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He flinches and tenses up when I first touch him but he soonrelaxes.
“Ready?” I ask, but I don’t give him time to answer because I know he is. Bending my knees, I line myself up. I thrust forward and whatever it was Caleb was about to say comes out as a gruntinstead.
His arse is so fucking perfect. If I knew it would be so good, I wouldn’t have let him keep putting this off as long as hedid.
“Fuck, fucking love this,” I grunt out between thrusts. “I’m gonna come in your fucking arse. I want to feel you coming, too. Youready?”
“Uh…huh…yeah,” heagrees.
I reach around and take his cock. I move my hand at the same speed I thrust into him. I feel the first twitch of his approaching orgasm just as my balls draw up and I lose myself entirely. I think I call out but I couldn’t fucking tell you if I said anything understandable, or how loud Iwas.
“Fuck,” Caleb pants as he stands and rests his head on his forearm, leant against the tiledwall.
“Fuckingright.”
* * *
“Leah,”Caleb greets as we both step out of his dressing room a while later. She takes one look at us and starts to smile and nod. “What?” he asks but I don’t need to hear her answer. The way she’s looking at us says itall.
“The walls between the male and female dressing rooms aren’t that thick, you know,” she says with alaugh.
“Shit.”
“Don’t; it was hot. Until next time,” she says, before flouncing off into thedistance.
“I told you it was a bad idea,” Calebcomplains.
“Oh shut up. She loved it. I bet she’ll get herself off thinking about it later—that’s if she hasn’talready.”
“Ew, really?” Caleb asks as he slaps my shoulder and starts walkingout.
“What? It washot!”
“For fuck’s sake, Taylor.” I know he’s not being serious so I keep quiet and catch up with him. “I owe you dinner. What do youfancy?”
“You.”
“I’m beingserious.”
“Steak.”
* * *
“Ifucking hate this,”Caleb announces once we’veordered.
“You hate being out on a date with me?” I ask, a little confused about what he’s trying tosay.
“Are we on a date?” The smile he gives me tells me that it’s not being with me out in public that’s his problem rightnow.
“I haven’t ever been on one before. Going out for a meal, all this wining and dining stuff hasn’t ever really been on my radar before.” When I look up and see the grimace on Caleb’s face, I realise I need to stop referring to my past if I’m ever going to convince him that isn’t who I am now. “Yes, Caleb. I’m pretty sure this is a date. I actually kinda like that you’re my first,” I say, changingtact.
“It’s not like I’m going to be involved in many other of your firsts, is it?” he sayssadly.
“Oh, I don’t know. There’s a lot of stuff I haven’t experienced yet,” I say, thinking about my lack of any kind of romanticrelationship.
“Likewhat?”
“Holding someone’s hand in the street. Being someone’s boyfriend. Falling in love.” I don’t miss the giant swallow Caleb does at my last point. I’m not saying I’m in love or anything; I’m merely pointing out that I never have been. I am, however, eluding to the point that I’m pretty sure Icouldbe falling—and falling fast—now he’s giving me this chance. “So what was it you were going to say?” I ask when it becomes clear he isn’t going torespond.
