Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
He wasn’t wrong.
I tightened my grip on him as I lowered my head. The first kiss had been new and different, inviting cautious exploration, while the kissing in the truck had been frantic and needy. Here, I wanted to go slow, savor the connection, enjoy the cool night breeze on my cheeks and his warm lips against mine.
His lips were soft and full, contrasting with the hint of stubble on his otherwise clean-shaven jaw. Like always, he smelled like citrus and mint, probably mouthwash mingling with aftershave and soap, but I pretended the scent was simply him, Caleb, drawing me further under his spell.
In the past, I’d often found kissing a little boring. Transactional. A waystation to more pleasurable destinations. But with Caleb, making out was more like the big Fourth of July fireworks show, each kiss a fresh explosion of heat and light and wonder. My anticipation grew with each kiss as well. Like guessing the color and shape of the next firework, it was fun to try to guess how Caleb might respond to a kiss here or a touch there.
He was super responsive along his ears and neck and had ticklish ribs. And he gave as good as he got, showing me that my jawline and collarbones enjoyed attention as well.
We kissed until our lips were swollen, our T-shirts pulled loose from our shorts, and our breathing choppy. My skin felt hypersensitive to the breeze and Caleb, yet I wanted so much more.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” Caleb whispered while chuckling. “We’re not kids.”
“Yeah, but there are plenty of eighteen-year-olds with more privacy than us.” I had to laugh, too, pausing to rest my head against his. While kissing, I’d ended up with my back in a corner of the brick wall with Caleb wedged against me. “I’d take you to my room at Eric’s, but there might be a gauntlet of friend and teen questions first.”
“True. And no guarantees on how long Scotty will be gone from my place.” Caleb groaned, then turned pragmatic. “Guess this will have to do. Think you can keep your eyes open?”
“For what?” I gave him a lazy smile, having a pretty decent idea what he might be about.
“For this.” Caleb slid to his knees, hands already going to the fly of my shorts. “You keep a lookout. I’m gonna be busy.”
“Yes.” The word rumbled out of me, part relief and part celebration, zero reluctance despite the slight chance of being caught. Of course I’d never once been caught back here as a teen, but there was a first time for everything. However, the last shred of my self-preservation had already lost the war, and as my shorts fluttered to the ground with my briefs, all I could do was lean against the wall and hope for the best. “Yes.”
My heart rate reached fighter-pilot levels, adrenaline surging from the risk of discovery as much as Caleb’s hand on my cock. The rough bricks dug into my shoulders through the soft cotton of my T-shirt. The breeze ruffled the hair on my nuts, a momentary chill before Caleb swallowed my cockhead with those full lips of his.
Apparently, in silent agreement that time was of the essence, he bypassed teasing and went straight for a fast, deep rhythm that had me groaning.
“Fuck. That’s good.” I moaned again, and then he did too, a vibration I felt all the way down my dick. And oh, that was new, the knowledge that we could easily swap positions. Watching the obvious enjoyment in his eyes and eager movements made me want to see what all the fuss was about. “I wanna try.”
Caleb pulled back to chortle softly. “Sixty-nine against a building is beyond my skill set. How about you let me get you off first, and then I’ll let you play.”
“Fair,” I agreed, then shuddered as he went back to those deep passes with quick bobs of his mouth, so much glorious wet friction I had to gasp. “More than fair. Oh God.”
“You like that?”
“You know I do.”
“I do.” Caleb made a show of preening before asking. “Army test you on the regular?”
“Oh yeah. Tested. Negative.” I had just enough brain cells left to muster up a reply.
“Excellent. Me too.” He resumed his work, getting me there in ridiculously quick order. The wave built steadily, a rising tension that made my thighs tighten and my back arch. I clenched my abs and jaw, trying to prolong it, let the wave grow to tsunami level before it pulled me under.
But Caleb was too good and the naughtiness of where we were was an added turn-on that had me right there, a surfer poised to take on the big one.
“There.” I inhaled sharply, giving myself over to the wave. No more fighting, only riding it all the way down as I came and came. Caleb swallowed it all, petting my thighs and murmuring wordless encouragement.