Page 26 of Off the Clock
“Depends.” He winked as he stepped closer. “What are you in the mood for this morning?”
“You.” I hoped that would be answer enough, but all it earned me was an eye roll.
“I’m vers.” Caleb clearly had no issue verbalizing his own wants. “And I’d be down to get fucked if you want to try topping.”
“I’m not sure what I am.” I squinted as if thinking hard would help me gain a better queer sex vocabulary. “Is that weird?”
“Nope. And the neat thing is, what you’re into can change over time. I’ve gone through phases where I prefer to top, others where I just wanna get fucked, and some long stretches of finding fucking too much work, especially for casual hookups.”
“Ah.” I tilted my head, considering a vision of Caleb bent over, splayed open for me, taking my cock. I sucked in a breath. “I could try topping.”
“Good.”
“You’ll have to show me what to do.” I hesitated, fingers on my boxer brief waistband. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I meant the words on multiple levels, physical, of course, but I was also well aware of our messy friendship, not unlike that bedside pile of books, poised to collapse at any moment, taking our emotions along for the fall.
“You won’t.” Caleb chuckled as he sank to his knees and pulled down my boxers. He licked across my cockhead. My cock had flagged a bit with all the talking, but it sprang back to life in a hurry as he leisurely licked. “And I’ll happily give you pointers on fucking.”
“Shouldn’t I be doing that to you?” I gazed down at him, caught somewhere between arousal and guilt. I was here in part to try to distract him from a bad shift, and also, it seemed like there should be rules around topping in terms of who did what.
“First tip. There is no should.” Caleb dragged a finger along the length of my shaft. “And we have all morning, hopefully. No need for speed.”
“It is odd not having to worry about getting caught.” My dick pulsed with the memory of our last few encounters.
“I think you have a kink for semi-public sex.” Caleb swiped at my cock with his tongue, making the throbbing that much worse. “But if it helps, I truly doubt Scotty makes it a full day of work. Could be home any moment.” My cock gave a very visible twitch at Caleb’s obvious acting job. “Yeah, you like risk.”
“And the neighbors are awfully close by. We should be quiet.” I shivered, getting into this game. “Your walls look thin.”
“You’re cute when you let yourself get silly.” Caleb gazed up at me with decidedly fond eyes.
“I’m forty-two. Way past cute.” My protest didn’t carry much weight, especially when he resumed sucking and I groaned.
“Nah. You’re cute.” Chuckling, he rose back to stand in front of me, giving me a swift kiss on the mouth. “Deal. You can’t be scary all the time.”
“But some of the time?” I wheedled, totally unused to this teasing side of myself.
“Some of the time.” Caleb gave me a long, indulgent kiss before steering me toward his bed. A few more kisses and my knees threatened to give way, so I tumbled us onto the bed. We landed with him draped over my torso, the best blanket I’d ever had, warm and weighty.
With the luxury of time finally on our side, we traded lazy kisses and long caresses. I was hard, and so was Caleb, but neither of us seemed in any hurry to get to the fucking. The longer we kissed and touched, the more my nerves subsided, but I still had my share of first-time worries.
“How do I know if you’re ready?” I asked between kisses. I wanted to be what he needed this morning on so many levels, most of which I didn’t want to think too hard about.
Caleb released a hearty chuckle. “I tell you.”
Rising onto his knees, he rooted in the bedside table drawer before producing a bottle of lube, which he tossed next to us. He held up a condom.
“Your call. We’re both tested, and I’ve been on PrEP a few years now as well.”
“I’ve never skipped it.” I dug my teeth into my lower lip, practicality warring with the heated image of slipping into Caleb with nothing between us. “But I kind of want to try going bare.”
“Excellent choice.” He grinned down at me with a feral glint in his eyes before he kissed me again. The leisurely vibe was replaced with something far more urgent. I gripped his hips tightly until he ground down on me with even more deliciouspressure than when he’d straddled me in the truck. He fucked his tongue into my mouth, a hot, dirty rhythm punctuated by low moans when I sucked hard on each retreating stroke. “Damn. Now. Definitely now.” He picked up the bottle of lube. “You want me to prep us?”
“Please.” I liked the way he’d asked casually, considering my dislike of sticky fingers without making a huge deal and also usinguseffortlessly, underscoring our connection.
“I’ve got you.” Waggling his eyebrows, he made a playful show of generously lubing my cock with long strokes of his talented hands. Rising back onto his knees, he reached behind himself, demonstrating impressive flexibility, but I was more concerned with what I couldn’t quite see.
“Spin,” I demanded. “I wanna watch.”