Page 51 of Pitcher Perfect

“Feeling good?” I brushed my lips across his chin. “Tonight.”

“Just tonight?” His voice held too much to fully parse—hope, resignation, need, things I couldn’t understand.

“That’s all I can offer right now.” I wanted to offer more, but I couldn’t, not yet, not with everything going on, not until I could trust myself not to fuck it up, because the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Caleb. Or hurt myself.

“I’ll take it.” He pulled me in, crashing his lips against mine.

I melted into him, moaning at the onslaught of sensations. Caleb licked at my mouth until I happily welcomed his tongue. I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, needing everything he would give me.

If I would only allow myself the one time with him, at least for the foreseeable future, I was going to let go and enjoy. Everything I’d learned about Caleb appealed to me, and I wanted him so fucking badly. I explored his chest and arms with my hands while savoring his expert kisses.

His hands wandered as much as mine like he was so relieved he could finally touch me. He cupped my shoulders, dragged his palms down my arms, gripped my waist, and cupped my ass. I ground down against him.

“Fuck. Austin.Fuck.”

“Feels so good.” I kissed a path across his jaw and down his neck, licking and nibbling as I went. I wasn’t surprised by how turned on I was, because Caleb was hot as sin, but Iwassurprised by the absence of awkwardness. We fell into making ourselves and each other feel good like it was our hundredth time, not the first.

It could’ve been hours or days of making out. Time didn’t exist when Caleb’s mouth was on mine. Our hips worked in sync with increased fervor, grinding. We were panting, touching, and I desperately needed to make him come. Ihadto know what he sounded like.Is he quiet? Does he come with a soft moan? A loud grunt? Is he a talker?

I curled my fingers in the longer part of his thick hair on top of his head as I rubbed our cheeks together. His thick stubble scratched against my short beard, and it felt amazing. Needing more of his kisses, I tugged his bottom lip between my teeth and ran my hands down his chest to rest at his waistband. Hooking my fingers next to the button, I pulled back to look at him. His pupils were huge, cheeks flushed, normally pink lips a deep rose. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

He looked down at my hands and back up at me. His sultry grin made my stiff cock impossibly harder.

“I need to touch you.” My voice was raspy.

“Then touch me.”

I scrambled to open his jeans and pull out his dick. His perfect, gorgeous, cut, veiny dick. Thick and long without making me doubt my nerves, a mouthful without a jaw ache for days.Can you get TMJ from blow jobs?The tip was already shiny.

He cupped me through my jeans as I traced a vein down the length of him. I pressed into his palm and spread the drop of precum around his cockhead. Everything in me wanted to play, explore, toy with him, find out what made him lose it, but his frustrated groan had me gripping him. Giving strong, sure strokes to bring him pleasure.

I needed to feel his grip, so I used my free hand to fiddle with my jeans. He pushed my hand away and undid it himself. I kissed him while he carefully pulled me out and stroked me. We soon fell into pace with each other, stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss.

Words, paragraphs, poems threatened to spill out of me, promises I was terrified to make, questions that were too soon to ask.Tell him it doesn’t have to be tonight. Tell him how much you want him. Take a chance.I couldn’t, but fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to let him wrap me in his arms and tell me we might have a chance. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t leave when the reality about how much I worked became something he couldn’t tolerate any longer. I wanted to be worth the trouble.

“You feel so good.”

“So good.”Get out of your head. You’ve got Caleb’s dick in your hand, you idiot.I would save the doom spiral for later because I needed to enjoy the moment and fuck the rest.

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CALEB

I’m touchingAustin’s dick. Holy shit, I’m touching Austin’s dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Perfect dick. Austin’s perfect dick.

All trace of my chill fled the moment Austin’s zipper dropped. The annoying voice of reason threw up red flags like a color guard captain moonlighting as an aircraft marshaller.Only one night with Austin? If I had one chance to enjoy the most delicious meal ever made, would I say no because I couldn’t enjoy it again? Hell no.I would be happy I got to experience it and think fondly of it for the rest of my life. If I only had the one time with Austin, I would happily accept the memories that would surely inspire jerk-off sessions for a long time.

“Can I taste you?” Austin’s voice was raspy. His short beard remained perfectly intact, but everything else about him was wrecked. Flushed cheeks, pupils eclipsing his gorgeous blue irises, hair spiked up in every direction, lips wet and red. The sexiest I’d ever seen him.

He laughed, climbed off my lap, and dropped to his knees. I’d made possibly the world’s most embarrassing sound in response to his request. Calling it a strangled groan would have been putting it kindly.

Austin on his knees in front of me was a sight I would never forget. He gripped my dick and gave it a few long, tight strokes. I hissed through gritted teeth at how incredible his touch felt. Satisfaction radiated through me, like the initial sensation of submerging in a hot tub. He wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock and angled it where he wanted, then he dragged it back and forth along the underside, getting it nice and wet.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah.” I relaxed back onto the couch and let my legs fall open even wider.

Austin was a goddamn tease, and I loved it. He traced the tip of his tongue around my frenulum then dragged the flat of it up my shaft.

I needed the warmth of his mouth around me. “C’mon. Suck it.” I lifted my hips off the couch, my dick seeking his warmth.

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