Page 209 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Hold it,” he gasps, the muscles in his thighs bunching.

I don’t just hold it. I sink farther down on him, and he slides into my throat.

His hips punch up, and he grunts.

He lifts my head, breathing hard. The choked sound when I run the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of his cock warns he’s close.

“Shit, Myers,” he groans, fingers tightening in my hair as he stops me.

I peer up at him through my lashes. “You want me to stop fucking you with my mouth?”

I have never said anything so filthy in my life. Caleb’s cock jerks, and his burning stare confirms this will not be the last time.

“What did you just say to me?” he whispers, chest rising in response to my filth.

“I could repeat it or…” My eyes dip, and I lick my lips.

Groaning, he draws my face down, and I return to licking and sucking as much of him as I can fit into my mouth.

His fingers are flexing in my hair, and his cock throbs as he gently thrusts.

“That’s enough, Myers. I’m going to come.” He pants as precum hits my tongue.

I take another breath and swallow him again, as deep as I can, humming with him in the back of my throat.

A ragged groan falls from his lips, and he angles my head back slightly as he thrusts twice, almost desperately, and his cock jerks as he comes.

I swallow every drop.

He’s still breathing hard when he drags me up the bed and stares down at me. He opens his mouth, but no sound emerges.

“How did I do?” I peer up at him.

He sweeps the hair back from my face. “Before you went rogue? Beautifully.”

“And after?” I peek up through my lashes at him.

He cradles my jaw, his thumb strokes my lip, and his eyes are hungry as he settles his gaze there. “This mouth just became my new addiction.” He pulls me close. “Come here.”

His kiss is a brand—fierce, hungry, and a little tender.

Breaking the kiss, he rests our foreheads together, and his concerned eyes catch mine. “I thought I would hurt you. I didn’t want to grab you and hold you when you might need to breathe.”

“I knew you wouldn’t.”

His next kiss is hard, almost bruising. “But I was not thinking straight. You could have choked.”

“You wouldn’t have hurt me, Caleb.”

He looks at me for several seconds, then brushes his fingers along my jaw. “I fell in love with you when you tried to hit a puck and missed. And I knew then I would do anything to convince you to stay.”

I scrunch my nose. “Are you sure that’s when it happened? It was a really bad miss. Kids laughed.”

He tucks me against his side. “I’m sure.”

“I love you, too, Caleb.”

“I’m glad.” His fingers combing through my hair is so relaxing I don’t mean to drift off.

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