Page 51 of Like the Season
That was all the warning Caleb received before the strokes sliced into his ass and upper thighs like stripes of fire flashing across his flesh. He bit down on the sheets to hold back his moan even as his cock throbbed, trapped between his body and the bed.
Boyd dropped the cane onto the bed and folded himself over Caleb’s body, lacing fingers with him, his full weight pressing Caleb into the mattress. “Good boy,” he whispered, nipping the back of his neck. He felt Boyd’s hard cock nestled along the seam of his ass. “All better.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
But Boyd didn’t let him up. Caleb felt him reach for something, then cool lube drizzled down the seam of his ass. He arched his back and moaned, needy, desperate to be fucked.
He hadn’t come all week despite not being ordered not to.
He knew Boyd wouldn’t, so he wouldn’t, either.
When the thick head of Boyd’s cock pressed against his rim, Caleb rocked back, wanting himnow, hard and fast and the man’s body rubbing against the welts already rising on his flesh from the cane strokes. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, Boyd’s balls lightly smacking against his sore ass at the bottom of every thrust.
“Good boy. Hold it.” Boyd grabbed Caleb’s hips and used him hard. Every deep stroke bottomed out inside him, and Caleb had to bite down on his lower lip to hold back his own climax.
It didn’t take Boyd long to fill him, biting down on Caleb’s shoulder to stifle his own moan. After catching his breath, he straightened and pulled Caleb up with him, his left hand cupped around the front of his throat and the right around Caleb’s needy cock.
“Make it fast, boy.” He jerked him hard, roughly, nothing tender about this at all and exactly what Caleb desperately needed after nearly a week apart from him. No stray thoughts made it into his conscious brain past the feel of Boyd’s fist on him, the man’s cock still embedded inside his sore ass, his warm breath against his shoulder.
Perfection and exactly how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.
Caleb didn’t hold back, quickly exploding. When he moaned, Boyd shifted his hand up, covering Caleb’s mouth to muffle the sound. Caleb sucked and licked his fingers as much as he could, reveling in the sheer pleasure exploding inside him as his cum filled Boyd’s hand.
Boyd nuzzled his ear. “God, I fucking missed you.”
If Caleb could press against him any harder, or get any closer, he would. “Me, too,” he mumbled behind Boyd’s hand.
He chuckled and released him, pulling out and turning Caleb around. “Quick shower.” He wore a sated, satisfied smile.
“Yes, Sir. Ella’s ordering us pizza for dinner.”
“Perfect.” He led Caleb into the master bathroom and they stood under the spray for a moment after cleaning up. “She told me about yesterday.”
Fucking reality.“Yeah, well, there’s a part two.” He told Boyd about the text from his aunt.
“Hmm. Okay. Let me think on the best way to handle that.”
* * * *
Sure, Boyd had dealt with bigots in his life, but never someone supposedly close to him like Caleb’s family. This was totally new territory for him.
While logically he knew Caleb’s family would likely never have some magical transformation in their thought patterns, he still didn’t want to openly and deliberately antagonize them and create a permanent, irreparable rift.
“Anything else I need to know?”
“That’s it, Sir.”
“Let me think about if we should be responding in some other way. Don’t do anything else without talking to me first. Don’t answer their calls or respond to texts without my input.”
“Yes, Sir.”
They finished their shower and threw on shorts and T-shirts to join Ella in the living room.
“I have a doctor’s appointment for next Wednesday,” she told them.
“What time?” Boyd asked. “I’ll come home and drive you.”
“Uh, no, you won’t. You’ve missed enough work.”
