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Leo

Fighting my desire for Caleb has been harder than anything I’ve done in my life. I’m hoping giving him what he wants will cure us both. The thought of him taking my orders is a fantasy I can’t pass up.

“Clothes off,” I demand, and he scrambles to remove his sleep pants and T-shirt. Caleb kneels on the bed, wide-eyed and waiting for me to tell him what to do next.

“My Good Boy better have lube.” I stalk toward his duffle.

“Inside pocket,” he squeaks, and I rummage through his bag to find lube and condoms.

“Why do you have these?” I spit out, angry at the prospect of him meeting a high school hookup.

“I’ve only ever wanted you this way,” he confesses with a small shrug. “Call it wishful thinking or delusion.”

His words soothe the inner beast in me enough to focus on prepping him thoroughly.

“Come here.” I drop my boxers and crawl up the bed and tug him next to me so we’re facing each other.

His lips are soft and yielding under mine, letting me set the pace.

He has a naturally sweet taste, and I’m addicted.

Flipping the cap on the lube, I coat my fingers. “Baby Doll, put your leg over mine.”

Caleb radiates so much glee I’m surprised sparkles don’t rain down on us. His body goes so soft I’m compelled to kiss him again as he hikes his leg over my hip. Kissing him is a sensual experience that I haven’t had with anyone else. He’s truly one of a kind.

This position brings our cocks together, and his hot length presses into mine. We grind together, creating friction, a wildfire spreading from my balls through my body.

My fingers brush his rim, and he startles but immediately pushes back into my hand. My fingers glide around his hole, coating him with lube and relaxing his muscles.

He whimpers in my mouth, and I know he’s asking for more without words. I consume his sounds, taking them as mine to store in my memory forever.

“I plan on treasuring you. We have all night together, and I won’t waste a single minute.” I cup his jaw, nipping at his lips.

Caleb’s moan vibrates against my chest, and I push the pad of my middle finger against the center of his rim. I stroke as his body lets me in.

“Please,” he begs. “I need you so bad.”

“I’m right here. You have me.” The words sound true and I mean them, but I can’t dwell on what that means for us in the future.

My finger sinks into him, up to my second knuckle, and he burrows his head in the crook of my neck.

“Are you okay?” I ask, stilling my hand.

“No. More.” My shoulder muffles his voice.

I chuckle and slide my finger in and out of him, going a little deeper each time. “It’s important we both enjoy this, but I’m worried I’ll hurt you because I hurried your prep.”

“So annoying.” He huffs as he laughs.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” I add the tip of my second finger to stretch him.

“I’ll thank you for the rest of my life,” he says earnestly. “I want your cum to fill me.”

My heart leaps, and I swear everything goes dark for a second. “Baby Doll, we can’t do that.”

“Why not?” He leans back to look me in the eye. “You know I’ve never done this before, and I’m regularly tested by the Enforcers—all negative results. I trust you. If you tell me you’re negative, I’ll believe you.”

My heart races, and I can’t think of a reasonable argument. “I’ve never done that before.”

His grin takes over his entire face and lights the room brighter than the Caribbean sun. “Then we’ll both have a first.”

This time, I’m sure my soul exits my body. The beast in me wants to claim Caleb as mine and mark him with my cum. Ruin him for any other man who has the…

A vicious howl erupts from my depths as I think of another person touching Caleb. No one fucks him but me.

He bites his lip. “It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“I want,” I grunt, the beast taking over, and I’m unable to form full sentences. My second finger spears him and he cries out, smashing his mouth to mine so the sound dies in my throat.

I’m being rough, but don’t hold back because he can take it. When his hips thrust back on my fingers, I slow my pace to add more lube and a third finger. He tenses, and I run my fingertips over his chest and kiss his jaw and neck. Unclenching, he lets me in, and I graze his prostate.

Caleb’s back arches, and he lets out a string of unintelligible noises. We find a rhythm for our cocks to rub against each other and for him to seat my fingers deep in his ass. My dick aches and leaks all over him.

“I’m going to come soon.”

“You don’t come until I tell you. Got it?” I bark and he nods. “You’re going to be my Good Boy and do exactly what I say, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His sweet, needy voice almost makes me blow.

“Knees up.” I guide a leg up to his chest, and he clutches the other, exposing his pretty hole stuffed with my fingers. “You did so good, my greedy boy. You want your Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes. Please.” Caleb releases his leg to plant his foot on the mattress and impales himself on my fingers.

I lean over him and lick his tip. “Mmm, so good.” Caleb has such a fast recovery time, I can drink his cum, then make him come on my cock soon after. I’ll never get enough of this man.

He grips the sheets and jerks, unable to decide between the pleasure of my mouth or my fingers.

“I can’t hold back. Daddy, can I come?” He’s frantic, and I gaze up the length of his body while sucking his dick and nod. As soon as I give him permission, his orgasm takes over his body and spurts of cum shoot down my throat.

No one has ever come on my command. The high it provides is second only to the taste of his cum.

Caleb is made to take my orders and revels in my praise.

I don’t believe in soulmates, but I was serious when I told him he’s exactly what I need.

He’s opened my life to basic joy and intense satisfaction.

“Mercy me. You sucked my brain out of my dick.” He flops back.

“We aren’t nearly done.” I smack the side of his ass, and he bolts up to a sitting position.

“How do you want me?” There’s no hesitation in his voice. He’s eager for more.

“Hands and knees. Face the headboard.” Swallowing his cum calms my beast, but thinking is challenging.

Caleb gets in position and presents his ass to me.

Creamy skin covers powerful muscles and his meaty ass.

The expanse of his back is a work of art, and my lips kiss each ridge of his spine in appreciation.

My tongue’s ready to map out every single dip and curve, testing to see if every part tastes the same or has a unique flavor.

I suck the knot of his spine at the base of his neck and feel the way he’s panting under me. I bite his shoulder and suck to leave a mark. If I could, I’d mark him everywhere, leave no inch of his skin untouched. Tattoo my teeth marks for the world to see.

His head drops between his arms and hovers over the pillow as he rocks back, urging me on.

I work my way back down his body and palm both his cheeks, spreading him wide. “Is my hole ready for me?” I ask and blow on him.

His elbows collapse, and his head plunks on the pillow. “Yes,” he moans more than speaks.

I’ve never had the burning desire to put my mouth on a man’s hole before and I know the lube will mute his taste, but I can’t help myself.

I flick my tongue around his rim, deciding whether I like it.

Caleb sucks in a sharp breath followed by a whimper, and I’m determined to destroy him for anyone else.

I attack his hole, licking, sucking, and biting. His flavor brings out a ravenous need that has to be sated. I hold him open with one hand and cradle his balls with the other.

Caleb’s sounds become a chant of my name, and I’ve never felt so gratified by giving someone else what they need. Even though my cock bobs furiously, I’m content to eat my fill.

“Please, Leo.” His legs wobble and his balls tighten. He’s about to come again, and I’m desperate to be inside him, to feel him tighten around me when he does.

“Daddy loves the way you beg and the way you taste.” I run my hands up his back and watch goosebumps erupt in their wake. “Roll over for me.”

My sweet man, an agile pro athlete, flips over with no coordination, and my cheeks hurt with a smile splitting my face in two.

He opens his mouth but shakes his head and rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. I suck and nip it. “You like my smile?”

He nods fervently. I’d do anything to make him happy.

“I need to see your face when I enter you, claim you face to face.” I kiss his lips while I slick myself up, then coat his hole. “Tell me if you need a break or want me to stop.”

“Never.” Caleb lifts his hips as an invitation.

I kiss the tip of his half-hard cock and line myself up. My breath shudders as I push my tip in. His heat overwhelms me, and I take a second to savor the significance of this for both of us. Caleb’s green eyes are bottomless pools of need as I press in another inch and realize I’m shaking.

“Doll?” I ask, needing his verbal confirmation.

“Daddy, I’m about to be naughty and force myself on you. I’m so empty without you.”

His words break me, and I thrust, sinking halfway in, and groan at how his inner muscles squeeze me and give way. He begged me for this, but I can’t imagine a life where I didn’t get to experience him raw and open for whatever I want. When he leaves, it will kill me.

Our pace is slow as I drive in farther each time. I hit his prostate, and his eyes roll back as he pleads, “Do it again.”

I will always give him what he needs. Once he’s relaxed, I sneak my hand under him and lift his ass. The next time I penetrate him, I’m balls deep and groan so loud, I have to choke off the sound.

“More.” Caleb meets me thrust for thrust, and I pick up speed. Our skin slaps together, and I drive in as if I’m intent on coming out of his throat, but he’s loving it, grabbing me and trying to get leverage to take me deeper.

“Flip over again, but don’t you fucking dare let my cock fall out of your perfect ass,” I growl.

He manages it with my help, and from this angle, I’m in his guts, ramming his insides and rearranging his organs, and he’s cheering me on, thanking me.

The sight of his ass taking all of me is too much to watch. Between his silky, tight channel, his moans, and the view, I’m not going to last.

I shut my eyes, thinking of unsexy things to refocus and prolong the time I can spend inside him. The thought of never doing this again pulls me off the edge and down the mountain. Something so incredible can’t be wrong.

“Daddy, can I come again?”

“No,” I grit out. If he comes, I won’t hold on.

“Not yet.” I spank his ass, and the sound reverberates around the room.

He grunts and pushes back, asking for more.

I vary my timing so the smacks aren’t in sync with our rhythm, and it keeps him off balance.

I love the way his cheeks turn bright red, and I hit him hard enough to see my hand print.

Fuck, that’s hot. Another way to mark his body as mine.

I pull out and slam back in, jolting him forward. He braces, and I do it again and again. The beast has been unleashed and loves the way Caleb can take a punishing fuck. I don’t think he has any limits.

Sweat rolls down my temples and gathers on my back. I’m reaching the limit of my stamina.

This time when I pull out, I tap his hip and he rolls on his back, knowing exactly what to do.

“I want to look in your beautiful green eyes when I paint your insides with my cum.” I kiss his lips, suck his dick down my throat, then plunge back into the sexiest man on earth.

Grabbing a pillow, I tilt his hips so I can hit his magic spot with every slide in.

“Leo.” He stretches out his arms, and I haul him up to straddle me. “I’m…” He pants and bites his lips.

“Come all over your Daddy’s cock.” I fist his dick and stroke.

Caleb loops his arms around my neck and seals his mouth to mine. I’m on top of the world, and he’s shooting me straight into space. His dick pulses and when his muscles tighten, I pull back to watch his orgasm take him over.

Nothing will ever compare to Caleb’s face, soft and radiating ecstasy as he spills in my hand. I follow him over, seeing stars and exploding suns in my brain as my body ceases to be mine. In this moment, it’s his. Every part of me exists for him and his happiness.

“My Baby Doll.” I grab his throat and trap us in a never-ending kiss. The heat kicks on and feels cool against my fevered skin. Caleb shivers and I hold him closer, an arm on his back anchoring him to me and a hand caressing his ass and thighs.

He hums in my mouth, and it’s pure joy, a precious gift.

When our kiss slows, he buries his face in my neck and I feel tears.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask in horror.

“No. That was the single best experience of my life, and if I was religious, I’d say it was spiritual and life-changing.” He tries to pull away, but I’m not ready to let him go.

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I admit, and he melts into me. I’m softening, but I need him in my arms. “Come here,” I say and settle us on the pillows facing each other.

“Is it bad to say I hated it when you pulled out of me? Zero out of ten, do not recommend.” He snuggles into me and plays with my chest hair.

“I agree.” We lie in silence, kissing and running our hands over each other.

After my heart rate and temperature return to normal, I move to sit up, but Caleb tugs me back to him with fear in his eyes.

“I’m going to get a warm cloth to clean you up.

” I sweep his sweaty curls off his forehead and kiss his nose.

He reluctantly lets me go, as if afraid I’ll leave him. I should. I should clean him up, tuck him in, and kiss him goodnight and goodbye. But I don’t have it in me.

I tend to him with gentle swipes of the cloth after licking his cum off his abs. “All clean,” I say, tossing the washcloth on the floor. “Under the covers.”

He obeys but moves slowly, and I peel the sheet back farther to lie next to him.

“You’re staying?” he asks, his face lighting up.

“If you want,” I tease, spooning him.

“Absolutely,” he says sweetly.

“Go to sleep.” As always, he follows my instructions and is out in minutes.

I cherish the feel of his body next to mine and how we fit together seamlessly.

Grudgingly, I get up, crossing through the living room to retrieve my phone and some clothes from the room I share with my son to set an alarm. Mason is snoring loudly.

Caleb is so young, I fear he’ll change his mind after a few years. He has his entire life ahead of him, and my best years are behind me. I’m a washed-up hockey player, trying to figure out my next stage of life.

It makes me want to kidnap him so we can be together. I’m being absurd. Carefully, so as not to wake him, I slot myself behind Caleb and indulge in falling asleep with him in my arms. I dream of night after night with him tucked in my bed.