Page 44 of Like the Season
Caleb leaned forward and draped his arms around Boyd’s neck, kissing him as he slowly rose and fell on Boyd’s cock. At this angle, Caleb’s cock was trapped between them and Boyd knew the man had just the right amount of friction to slow-burn his way to a hard orgasm.
Wasn’t their first time like this.
He slid his arms around Caleb, cupping his warm ass cheeks, squeezing, digging his fingers in and loving the moans Caleb made into his mouth as they kissed. Dumping his first load early meant he’d last as long as Caleb needed to get over, and his boy had well earned his release after a week apart.
“Eyes open,” Boyd said.
Caleb wore a deliciously sexy glazed expression, his hooded gaze fixed on Boyd’s as his cock rubbed between them. Pre-cum slicked their flesh, and every stroke rode smoother between their bodies than the last.
Something that had been missing for Boyd with pretty much every other partner he’d had—the deep, personal connection, not just emotional, but like their souls were plugged into each other.
“Such a good boy for me,” Boyd softly said. “So fucking sexy. I didn’t come since Tuesday, either. After we talked I took a shower and jerked off. Since then, I held it for you.”
More of those whimpers, making Boyd’s cock twitch. Caleb’s ass tightly gripped Boyd’s cock as he rode him, grinding at the bottom of every stroke and tipping his hips a little at the top so Boyd’s cock would glide along his gland with every thrust.
It didn’t take him long before his pace quickened, slamming down hard on Boyd’s cock. Boyd quit holding back and grabbed Caleb’s hips, helping him, fucking with him.
“Yes!” Caleb’s cock exploded as he bit back his moan, complete, helpless joy and pleasure transforming his gorgeous face.
As his cum splashed between them, Boyd took over, fucking into Caleb, exploding and filling the condom inside his boy, pulling him close for another kiss as he recovered, happy and, for now, content.
Caleb cuddled against him, sweetly sated and nuzzling his lips against Boyd’s.
“Better, boy?”
He nodded. “Love you, Daddy.”
Boyd smiled. “Love you, too, boy. But you know no matter how damn adorable you are, Daddy’s still a sadist who’s going to put you through the wringer, right?”
Caleb grinned. “I fucking hope so.”
They cleaned up in the bathroom, including a shower, before curling up together on the couch.
“Thank god you’re here,” Boyd mumbled into his hair where Caleb was curled against him. “I missed you so damn much.”
Caleb’s fingers laced through his. “Not as much as I missed you, Sir.”
