Page 144 of Hate Me

“You need to, Caleb. You’ve worked extremely hard and tirelessly to build your rehabilitation facilities network. I won’t let you neglect it now because of me.”

“Cas—”

I grasped his shoulders. “I’m absolutely fine with you going. There’s no ill will here, no worry on my end that you won’t return. Nothing like that. We’re stable.”

“Yeah?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

He slid his hands into my hair. “I love you, you know that? So fucking much, Caspian.”

“As I do you, lovely.”

With a tug to my hair, he jerked me down to him and crushed his mouth to mine.

A delectable groan emanated from him as I rose to it and hooked my tongue around his, the two of us tangling in a frenzy of passion that threatened to get the best of me.

He grasped my belt and tugged me against him, drawing a moan from me as he rolled his hips, making me feel his hard cock rubbing against mine, zaps of pleasure inundating me.

“Fuck,” I rasped, breaking our kiss, then pressing a hand to his chest to ease him back. “Ten minutes… until the briefing.”

“Then we’ll make it quick, yet explosive,” he said, jerking me back against him by my belt. He ran his fingers over my chest, tugging at my nipples through my shirt. God, he knew how to work me up. He was a master of seduction when he wanted to be. “Besides, I can feel the tension radiating through you, you could do with some relaxing before the meeting.”

“Caleb—”

He used his hold on my belt to spin me around and shove me into the fence that overlooked the gardens.

In the very next second, he was tearing open my belt, then jerking down my zipper.

He eyed me in question.

Well, more like in challenge.

“Take my cock out,” I ordered, my voice rough.

He smirked and then pulled my cock free from the confines of my pants, shoving them down to my thighs.

“Shit,” I choked as he wrapped his big hand around the base, then started fisting me in that rough and aggressive way he knew I liked.

He had me jolting as he flicked my piercings then toyed with them mercilessly, pinching and tugging, sending shocks of pleasure through me, and making me groan for him.

“Damn, you need this so badly,” he said, stopping all too soon and coating his fingers in my pre-cum. “Mmm. More. So much more,” he moaned to himself.

He sank to his knees, smirking up at me.

He grasped my base in a firm grip, then slicked his tongue over my slit, lapping up some traces of pre-cum. “Damn, Cas, love your taste.”

“Fuck,” I cried as he sucked my crown into his mouth and tugged at my piercings with his teeth. The sweet erotic torture had me digging my fingers into the fence either side, my arms splayed out, my head thrown back.

He had my balls drawing tight already.

And then he pulled from my cock just before he started swirling his tongue all fucking over, savoring my taste like one of his beloved gummy worms.

“Lovely,” I groaned at his teasing. No one could tease like him. No one.

He chuckled, the sound reverberating along my shaft. Jesus.

He gave one final flick of his tongue, then stared up at me, his lustful gaze burning into mine. “Tell me what you want.”

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