Page 17 of Like the Season
Owned him.
Caleb hadn’t known Boyd had also been lusting after him for as long as Caleb had worked for him.
With Boyd’s scent faintly filling his lungs, he pretended it was Boyd’s hand stroking his cock while lying in his arms, snuggled against the taller man’s body as Boyd whispered sweet and dirty things in Caleb’s ear.
In his mind, it was his Master’s hand slowing around the head, squeezing, his thumb gliding over the pre-cum flowing from his slit and smearing it down his shaft again. Over and over, until he reached down with his other hand and lightly tugged on his balls, slowing his building release. Wanting it to last.
Knowing Boyd would want a full recounting once they were together again, and maybe even a demonstration.
He felt his cheeks heat as he remembered the first time Boyd ordered him to masturbate for him. Something he’d never done for someone else before that night.
The way Boyd had held him in his arms, whispering in Caleb’s ear what a good boy he was, how sexy he looked.
How he’d buried his face against Boyd’s neck, eyes closed, exposing himself to the other man in a way he’d never exposed himself to anyone before. Even the day at Kent’s hadn’t made him feel so…bare.
“My good boy,” Boyd whispered. “So fucking sexy.”
The man’s warm breath against his flesh, the need in his voice, all of it had filled Caleb with a kind of wonder and had driven him hard into subspace even without any pain. Something that, at the time, had filled him with awe, but results Boyd had been able to replicate with him time and again.
Because he trusted Boyd, because they had a connection that was unlike anything either of them had ever felt before, and because they were perfect together.
With these memories and more swirling through Caleb’s brain, he felt himself spin over the edge, hot cum suddenly slicking his hand as he stroked faster, harder, the tension draining from his body even as his balls emptied.
I miss You, Sir.
As he caught his breath under the pillow, his pulse slowing, he breathed in Boyd’s scent and longing filled him.
This is only temporary.They’d be together again soon.
In some ways, it scared him how quickly they’d come together. How his fantasies had lined up with and been quickly exceeded by reality.
When in his life had things ever worked out so well for him?
Never.
Was that it? He’d finally run through his fill of bad luck so it was time for good luck to smack him around for a change?
He didn’t know, and he felt so damned tired now that he’d busted his nut and could actually shut down his brain.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, he returned to bed and curled around Boyd’s pillow in an attempt to go to sleep.
At least the doubts and fears swirling in the recesses of his mind were a little quieter now.
