Page 78 of Hate Me

And that was it, he roared out, jerking violently, then spurting hot cum all over his fingers and mine around his balls.

“Fuck, yeah,” I grunted, before ecstasy ripped through me and I came, spurting deep inside his ass.

I hadn’t had a release like that for so long, it took me a moment to come down from it and actually pull out.

As I did, I watched my cum trickling down onto his balls and thighs.

Intending to fuck it back in where it belonged, Caleb startled me when he pulled me up short, then spun around to face me.

He gathered his own cum all over his palm and the remnants on his balls, then he tugged me right up against him by my jeans still around my thighs, then slathered his cum-covered hand all over my nose, cheeks, and lips.

Startled, it took me a moment to respond as he stood there smirking at me.

“That’s how it is?”

“That’s how it is, Cas.”

I grinned and slicked my tongue over the cum I could reach, tasting him and swallowing him down.

And then he was there licking it off the rest of my face, and getting my cock hard again already in the process. Fucking shit.

“You like that?” he asked, as he pulled back, then softly stroked my pec.

“I did.”

“Good, because that’s just for starters. Next time, I’ll be the one fucking you.”

I was aware that he’d delved much more into his dominant side since he’d been gone. So, apparently, that hadn’t just been an experiment for him then. It was a previously unexplored part of him—save for a couple of times over the years where I’d allowed it under extreme and one-off circumstances.

“You think you can handle that?” he asked, worry there now that I hadn’t responded right away.

I laid my hand over his on my chest. “You’re back here now, we can figure everything out. Even that.”

“Yeah? So we’re… that wasn’t just fucking to take the edge off… it meant something to you too?”

I squeezed his hand. “Of course. You know we’ve never gone there together without feeling. It’s never just been physical between us. And it never will be.”

“So, we’re good now?”

I smiled down at him. “We’re getting there.”

He sank into me and I wrapped my arm around him, then stroked my fingers through his soft hair. “I missed you. I missed you so much, it hurt, Cas.”

I tightened my hold around him. “I know, lovely. I missed you too, a great deal.”

We stayed like that for a while, until Caleb began to get antsy, as was his usual way. He always needed to be on the move, doing something. We had that in common. Mine was work, his was anything to keep busy, to keep moving.

I turned with him in my arms and took in the state of the counter, some of his blood on it, pools of cum too and some on the tiled floor. “We need to clean this up, or Bastian won’t be happy in the least.”

Caleb chuckled. “Yeah, he hates in when we get it on in common areas of the mansion. Especially the kitchen that he’s always insistent remains sanitized. If Skylar was herself right now, she’d be getting turned on at the sight of it, though.”

“It’s a pity she’s not then.”

“Agreed. Thinking about taking her together again keeps creeping up on me. You too then?”

“Absolutely. How can it not with her living in the same space as us again?”

“After so long too.”

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