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“You’re right though. I need to let him ask me for help instead of me marching in and trying to fix things my way.”

His fingers stopped their soothing rhythm, and he cupped my cheek. “Come on. Let me record that at least.”

“Absolutely not.” Grinning, I sat up and turned toward him.

His cheeks were flushed and eyes bright from my tickling.He’s such a good man.I felt lighter after talking, and I wanted to thank him. If he hadn’t offered to come over and actually done it, I would’ve had a sleepless night of fretting. With everything I needed to do the next two days for the chamber event, I couldn’t afford a sleepless night.

I wanted to thank Austin for being there for me. Words didn’t feel right, but I had a way to show him. I climbed onto his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him as tenderly as I knew how.

CHAPTER22

AUSTIN

It felt sogood to have Caleb in my arms, accepting the comfort I offered. Ever since getting the troubling text from him, my heart had been in my throat. It was clear he wasn’t someone who asked for help often—something we had in common—and that he didn’t brush me off when I offered to come over told me how bad he was hurting.

I wanted to wrap him up and take his pain away. The thought should startle me, right?My feelings were far too involved. Instead of being scared, I thought about how I might have finally met someone important, someone I should prioritize.

Caleb kissed me like he needed to forget about his worries for a while. I could help with that. I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to lift him off the couch from a seated position without some serious squat training.

Instead, I dragged my palm from his shoulder down to his hand cupping my head, and I interlaced our fingers. “Show me to your room?”

Caleb’s eyes widened for a moment, then he clamored off me and tugged me to my feet. “This way.” He kissed me again before pulling me by the hand down his short hallway to the closed door next to the bathroom.

The light was off, and neither of us bothered to turn it on. I didn’t want anything to break the spell. His blinds were cracked enough to let in streetlight. It was enough to show how much he wanted me.

“Can I undress you?”

“Yeah,” he said in a rough voice. He sounded raw, like he’d been deep-throating me for an hour.

As I pulled his shirt over his head and kissed the revealed skin, I tried not to think about what it meant that we were in his room. We’d touched and sucked each other’s dicks several times already but always on his couch.

Caleb tugged at my shirt when I reached for his waistband. There were shoulder kisses, neck licks, fingers teasing down each other’s sides as we undressed. Soon, we were both naked, and I wished we’d turned the light on after all.

I walked him back to the bed, not taking my hands off him. When he had no choice but to drop onto it, I climbed after him as he scooted himself backward. Our lips kept finding each other and never let more than a couple of seconds pass without touching.

“What do you want?”

Without saying a word, he reached over to his nightstand and pulled out lube and a condom. He relaxed back onto his pillow after dropping the bottle of lube next to his hip then held up the foil package.

I kissed the pulse point on his wrist holding the condom. “That for you or me?” I trailed kisses down the inside of his forearm.

“You. If that works.”

“It’ll work just fine.” I grabbed the package from his fingers with my teeth then quickly suited up.

“Oh, fuck.” He audibly swallowed.

The low light showed me how wrecked he already was. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he licked his lips, hands reaching out for me.

I kissed him deeply, then worked my way down his body. I teased one nipple with my tongue and gently rubbed the other. His delicious squirming told me I would have so much more fun with that next time.Next time.

Finally in his bed, I was struck by the distance I’d kept between us. Whether to protect him or me, I wasn’t sure. Beyond only fooling around on his couch, we’d never fully undressed, and I’d always left pretty quickly after we came. Now I was about to top him in his bed after an emotional conversation. It was like I’d seen the wall I’d carefully constructed and had pole-vaulted over it, yelling “yeehaw, motherfucker!”

I followed his happy trail to suck him off. Each time I’d done it so far, I’d cataloged his reactions so I could home in on driving him wild. I licked his frenulum then his shaft, getting everything nice and wet. I knew he loved my teasing but also knew it wasn’t the time for that. When I took him in my mouth, he moaned happily.

While I worked his cock over, he petted my head, ears, face, and dragged the tip of his finger around the seal of my mouth. I shifted my head to gently scratch his sensitive skin with my trimmed beard. After playing with his balls, I reached for the lube and got my fingers nice and slick. I knew he had a couple of toys for penetration, thanks to our hot texts, but I wasn’t sure how recently he’d indulged. I went easy and thoroughly with the prep, just in case, as I distracted him with kisses across his neck and chest. I kept our bodies close for his comfort as much as mine.

We’d had hot sex, needy sex, blow-off-steam sex, but never penetrative sex. What was happening between us in that moment was different entirely. I wanted to make him feel good in a way that had nothing to do with getting off.

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