Page 27 of Off the Clock

“Oh, you like to show off and watch both.” Caleb shook his head, pretend censure lacing his tone. He really did have my number. He spun slowly, wiggling his ass as he reversed his straddle. Slowly working himself open, he teased his rim with two fingers, starting shallow but going deeper until he was moaning and swaying.

“Can you come that way?” I was genuinely curious. And also hard as fuck from watching him fuck himself on his fingers. I had a rough understanding of the prostate as an erogenous zone, but Caleb’s lusty moans and enthusiastic movements certainly upped the appeal of ass play.

“Just from fingering?” Caleb gave a strained laugh. “Nah. But if I’m getting fucked by fingers or a cock, add a hand on my dick, and sure, I’ll come like a firehose.”

“Noted.” I joined his laughter, loving his corny firefighter joke. But the more he played, the more I really wanted to join the fun. “Can we do it in this position?”

“Reverse cowboy?” Caleb rose higher on his knees, withdrawing his fingers to instead position himself above my eager cock. “Absolutely. And hey, look at that.”

He gestured across the room to a set of double closet doors, one of which had a mirror in the center, giving me a side view of his face and torso.

“Wow. I love that closet door.” I was past the point of being able to laugh, my breath coming in little gasps as I anticipated him lowering any second now.

“Bless the previous renters.” Caleb reached back, steadying my cock as he finally took pity on me and started using my cock to tease his rim. His legs brushed my hips, and it said something about how far gone I was that even his fuzzy calves and working-man feet were sexy.

“And how.” I was torn between watching pleasure flicker across his face and the erotic display of my cock entering his ass. The way his rim stretched was sexy as hell, but so was the way he bit his lower lip and panted. “God. Can’t watch, or I’ll come.”

“Not. Yet.” He grunted the instruction as he started to move in earnest, sliding up and back, bearing down a little to find the angle he wanted, then moaning. “Oh my God, that’s good.”

“Yeah, it is.” I clutched the edge of the bed, fingers digging in hard to try to hold back the urge to come. He rocked against me faster, each stroke another shockwave of pleasure. His ass was tight and hot and slick, but it was his noises and myriads of expressions on his face that kept me on the edge. Damn. I couldn’t be the first to come. Remembering what he’d said, I shifted so I could reach around to stroke his cock. “This okay?”

“More than. And don’t be bashful. You know how I like it.”

I did indeed know by now, only a few encounters in, that Caleb liked tight friction and plenty of it. And I liked knowing his body, knowing how to give him what he needed to feel good.Making him come was already one of my favorite things in the world, and I couldn’t wait to do it with him on my cock.

“You good if I go fast?” he asked conversationally as if I wasn’t dying for that very thing.

“Please.” I groaned, spurring him on with my free hand. “I’ll try to keep up.”

“You better.” He offered me a saucy smile over his shoulder.

Still grinning, Caleb rode me hard and fast, up and back down hard with a little moan, then up again until I was riding that edge, body tensing.

“Trying. To. Last,” I panted.

“That close?” Caleb’s smug tone would have earned a laugh had I not been in near physical pain from holding back my orgasm. “Damn. I do good work.”

“You do.” I squished my eyes shut, system overloaded. Watching his face was almost too much. “Come on, Caleb, tell me how to get you there.”

“I’m…close.” He released a breathy shudder. “Love how you’re holding my hip. Jack me harder.”

I followed his instruction, fingers digging into his hipbones, pulling slightly to provide a counterpoint that made him moan louder as I stroked him fast.

“There.” He went even harder than I’d thought possible, all strength and fury, muscles on full display as his back flexed. He ground down with a shout, spurting over my fist.

“I feel it.” I gasped as his ass clenched my cock tightly. The spasms were like nothing I’d expected, and I thrust up, a few erratic movements all it took to join him in coming. Some orgasms were like waves, while others were more like mountain summits, but this one was a monster truck rally—bright lights, loud roar, thick air, and a rush of adrenaline.

I struggled to breathe as the aftershocks pulsed through me, hard shudders as my pulse took forever to calm down. In fact,I was still panting as Caleb found a towel from somewhere and carefully cleaned my hand before I could really register the come coating my fist.

“Wow. Just wow.” He flopped down next to me. “Wanna nap here, or should we not risk it?”

“We shouldn’t.” I groaned because leaving was the last thing I wanted to do. However, it was the smartest. Considering how little I used my brain where Caleb was concerned, I really needed to heed the niggling feeling that if I slept there, I might not move for a week.

“Better get up then.” He gave me a playful shove, but his eyes were solemn. “And I’d say we can’t keep doing this, but I’m already counting down until next time.”

“Same.”

And as I walked back to Eric’s, darting down the alleyway to be less obvious, all I could think about were the things I wanted to do with Caleb. Surprisingly, not all of my thoughts were about sex. I had a growing list of places I couldn’t wait to share, which should have been alarming but instead was exhilarating.

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