Page 65 of Like the Season
So much for him doing any kind of taking charge. Boyd knew what he wanted today, apparently had his plan in mind, and Caleb was now simply along for the ride.
And would most likely be ridden.
Knowing Boyd, probably ridden several times that day before they went over to Ella’s.
Boyd’s grip on Caleb’s cock tightened. “I haven’t paid my boy much attention over the past couple of days. I’m going to make it up to you today. What do you say?”
Caleb couldn’t help rocking his hips against the sweet tension of Boyd’s grip. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Apparently, that was exactly what Boyd wanted out of him, making Caleb needy and borderline desperate as he thrust into Boyd’s grip, Boyd holding his cock just firmly enough to give Caleb a distracting amount of traction around his dick without getting him over.
The deep chuckle rumbled through Boyd’s chest and into Caleb. Boyd slid his free arm under Caleb’s shoulders, turning him, pressing Caleb’s back against Boyd’s body. Boyd curled his arm and his hand closed around the front of Caleb’s neck, holding him firmly in place.
Against his ass, Caleb felt Boyd’s hard cock riding along the seam, pre-cum starting to slick his flesh. “Feel that, boy? That’s for you. But I want to play with you a little first.” The hand holding Caleb’s cock tightened around the head, Boyd’s thumb gliding along the slit where Caleb was spilling his own fair share already. “And I think you want to play with me.”
Caleb’s brain had swan-dived into the sweet subspace pool, all the endorphins kicking in as he gave in and gave over totally to Boyd. He hadn’t realized just how much Boyd had needed him this morning.
A smile curled Caleb’s lips.
I’m in soooo much fucking trouble.
* * * *
Last night, Boyd had needed to decompress, to purge, to think.
The strength of his boy knew no limits.
This morning it was time to pay back some of the energy he’d been given.
He held Caleb’s throat firmly. Not enough to choke off his air, but that hair’s breadth past comfortable to give him the edge of fear and allow him to fall back into trust.
Tension hummed through Caleb’s body against his, then relaxed as Boyd felt Caleb swallow.
“Such a good boy for me,” Boyd whispered in his ear. “Such averygood boy.”
Caleb whimpered, a sweet sound that hardened Boyd’s throbbing cock to nearly painful levels. A sound Caleb only made when deepest inside subspace, every cell in his body focused on Boyd and not pointed back inside his own head.
No thoughts permeated Caleb’s brain at that moment except Boyd and what he was doing to him.
Not his parents, not work—nothing butthis.
Boyd took his time teasing Caleb, not letting him get off, changing his hold to play with his balls, tease the head of his cock, smear his pre-cum down his shaft, then more thrusting in Boyd’s fist to drive his need up to the summit again. He lay there playing with Caleb like that for nearly thirty minutes, his own cock eager for attention. Except Boyd knew his boy had needed to unplug for a little while.
Finally, he released Caleb’s cock, which coaxed another needy whimper from him. “Don’t worry, boy. I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” He reached behind him, by feel, and grabbed the lube from where he’d left it on the bedside table earlier when he’d gotten up to use the bathroom. One-handed, he slicked his own cock before getting more lube and working two fingers inside Caleb’s ass.
That coaxed a very needy moan out of his boy as he pressed against Boyd’s body.
“I know,” he cooed. He nibbled Caleb’s ear. “I’m going to make it alll better for you.” He fitted his cock against Caleb’s rim and didn’t even have to thrust. The other man did it for him, impaling himself all the way to the root.
Boyd reached around him again, his hand now slick with lube, and clasped it around Caleb’s cock. “Make me come first, boy, then you can get off. If you come before I do, I’m going to lock a cage on you and it’ll stay on you all day while I edge you, and you won’t get to come for three days.”
Caleb’s hips flexed even as he squeezed Boyd’s cock with his ass, clenching and milking him.
Boyd settled in, nibbling on Caleb’s ear. “That’s it. I like it when you’re eager and desperate.”
He loved the feel of Caleb’s body pressed along his, able to feel every muscle tensing, the heat from his flesh washing through Boyd’s soul.
His man.
