Page 33 of Goodbye Paradise
“Yeah.”
He pinched my ass. “Let’s go together.”
Under the warm spray, he soaped up my chest with his hands, touching me gently. Then he shampooed my hair. It felt so good. It was sotender. Nobody had taken so much care of me before. It was embarrassing how much I enjoyed it. Of course, I got to return the favor. We stayed in there a long time, just letting our hands travel everywhere they’d always wanted to go.
I was hard again by the time we got out. So I wrapped a towel around my waist, but Caleb pulled it off. “This is as much privacy as we’re going to have for a long time. Don’t cover yourself.”
Caleb walked naked into the bedroom and got between the sheets. I followed him, wondering which bed I should sleep in.
“Get over here,” he said, patting the mattress.
“I thought you might want to stretch out.” Sleeping in the truck hadn’t been all that comfortable.
He grinned. “I want to stretch out on you.”
I got into bed feeling both aroused and euphoric. Sleep seemed impossible. Caleb rolled onto his side, curving his bigger body around mine. Once again, his hard dick bumped my ass. “Someday I want to fuck you,” he announced. “I know you’re not ready.”
Truly, I wasn’t.
He began massaging my back, his big hands soothing my weary muscles again and again.
“I love you, Caleb,” I said.
He kissed the back of my neck. “I love you, too. And that’s never going to change.”
I grinned into the pillow.
Eventually sleep came for me. The soft bed and the heat of Caleb’s body put me under. When I opened my eyes hours later, there were two unfamiliar sights. The first was the hotel room. The second was Caleb’s hard cock, which appeared right in front of my eyes. Upside down.
It took me a groggy moment to realize that Caleb had turned the wrong way around on the bed, and was nuzzling my balls with his lips. A warm tongue began licking the base of my morning erection.
“Oh, Lord,” I gasped.
A muffled chuckle came from my groin. “Somebody swore.”
I had, too. And I thought I was probably going to do it again. Because thattongue. It was shameless. My cock was bathed in wet licks and kisses.
In front of me, maybe a foot away, I saw a bead of milky liquid appear on the tip of Caleb’s cock. He was hard and leaking for me.
Reaching out, I closed my hand around him. He gave a happy gasp as I began to stroke. The only dick I’d ever held before was mine. His was hot and throbbing under my hand, the way I’d always hoped he would be.
“Good morning,” Caleb whispered from below.
My answer was a shout, because he chose that second to suck me all the way into his mouth. “Ahh!” I gasped. I’d never get used to that. It was heaven.
Caleb moaned, and the vibration made my cock practically sing. I began to thrust my hips gently, because I was lying on my side, and holding still seemed impossible. In my hand, Caleb’s dick was undulating gently, the darkened tip only a couple of inches of my mouth.
Feeling impossibly bold, I opened my mouth, allowing that pretty cock to hit my tongue when I drew it near.
His moan was loud enough to wake the neighborhood. So I got bolder and took more of him in my mouth, taking care to keep my teeth away.
But he was too thick. I gagged immediately when his cock hit the back of my tongue.
Caleb stilled his hips, reaching up to put a hand on my hip. “Easy, baby. Try just taking the tip.”
That was much better. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, and sucked on the top half. And that was fun, because Caleb began moaning up a storm. So I did it again. Harder. I loved the musky, slightly salty taste of him. Pure Caleb.
“Oh God!” he gasped. “Oh, shit. I…” he pulled his hips back. “Look out.”
