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“It’s for Beth’s wedding,” he admits, like it should explaineverything.
“And?”
“And…” he pauses. “And you’d have wanted tocome.”
“Damn fucking right Iwould’ve.”
“You saw my mum earlier…her face when they found us practicallynaked…”
“Oh, so this is about being ashamed ofme?”
“What?No!”
“When what the fuck is itabout?”
“It’s about me. It’s about me not disappointing them, about not ruining my sister’s big day. It’s about me not wanting to introduce you to them for you to change your mind and leave me. It’s about me, not you,Taylor.”
I’m stunned by his words, by his vulnerability. I look into his eyes, trying to show him how serious I am about this, that I have no intention of upping and leavinghim.
“I can’t bear to go through what my sister went though when she was betrayed by the man she loved. If you leave me, that’sexactlywhat you’re going to do to me, Taylor,” he admits so quietly I have a hard time hearingit.
I don’t put into words my thoughts about what he was trying to say there with the word ‘love’. Instead, I take the final step towards him and slam my lips down on his. I move with such force that his back hits the door behind him with a thud. My hands come up to cage his head in before descending his body and grabbing onto his arse to pull him even tighter tome.
I kiss him like it’s the last chance I’m going to get. It’s wet, it’s tongues, lips, teeth. It’s fucking everything a kiss should be. After a good few minutes, I reach down and grab the back of his thighs. I lift him so he has no choice but to wrap his legs around my waist. I thrust my hips forward so he feels me against him; the action makes him moan into my mouth. He copies the movement and the friction against my cock has me gagging for him. I pull him from the door and march towards his bedroom. The second his feet touch the floor, I grab onto the wet fabric of his t-shirt and start peeling it from his skin. My lips go to his neck before descending down his chest. I continue down and run my tongue alone every line and indent I comeacross.
“Taylor, fuck,” Caleb mutters aboveme.
I rip open his fly and shove the heavy fabric of his jeans down his thighs, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, right in my face. I lean forward and take him to the back of my throat in onego.
“Shit, shit, fuck,” he chants as I start tosuck
I fucking love this—the feel of him, the taste of him. It’s fuckingeverything.
I put everything I have into it and when I sense he’s getting close, I bring my hand up and begin playing with hisballs.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warns, seconds before I feel his cock twitch and his cum hit the back of my throat. When he’s finished, I pull off with a pop and sit back on myheels.
I look up at Caleb, stood with his head tipped back, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing. His cock’s still bobbing and his jeans are still around hisankles.
“Don’t move a fucking inch,” I demand before running out of theroom.
I’m back in seconds with my most precious belonging in myhands.
“Do you trustme?”
Hehesitates.
“Caleb, do you trust me? Yes orno.”
“Yes,” hewhispers.
“I need you to meanit.”
“Yes, I trust you,” he says, more sincerely this time, so I take it as mycue.
Click.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks, opening his eyes to find me down on my knees with my camera to myface.
