Obsession

Okay

Jenson

"Caleb ..." The whispered moan left my lips as I felt his hands run across my chest, along my sides, and lower ... lower ... lower ...

His warm body pressed against mine in the open doorway, his strong muscles shifting and stretching underneath my fingertips as I brushed my hands over his back, drawing patterns along the way. I felt his lips kiss along my jawline, down to my neck, sucking the skin lightly.

He drew away slightly to grab my hand, and pull me forward, towards his bed, my eyes never leaving his. His blue eyes were dark, his breath coming out in pants, his lips parted a little.

I needed to taste him once more, so I leaned forward to nip his bottom lip, feeling a throb course through my body at the groan that bubbled in his throat.

Fuck.

Pulling me down onto the soft mattress, Caleb gently pushed me further up the bed so I was settled against the pillows, before he leaned down to cover my body with his.

Finding my lips once more, he moaned as he pushed his tongue into my mouth to find mine, then danced with it, swirling, twirling, in an erotic rhythm.

Shit.

He rolled his hips against mine, his arousal pushing out against his boxers. My own erection was barely contained in my own shorts, bulging out, reaching for him, wanting him.

His hands stopped at the waistband of my shorts and tugged purposely, desperate to get inside of them, but wanting permission to do so.

Lifting his head slightly, Caleb's blue gaze swept over my face, his eyelids heavy, his lips swollen, his cheeks flushed.

"Are you okay?" he muttered, his voice thick, raspy. He leaned down and licked a stripe from the side of my neck to my ear, stopping to nibble on my earlobe.

Holy shit.

Right there.

Just ... there.

Groaning loudly, I bucked my hips to his, wanting to feel the friction.

He was ...

Fuck.

Kissing my ear, I felt his breath tickle my skin. "Jenson," he whispered. "Are you okay?"

Okay?

Right now, I was more than just okay. I was floating ... rising up, up, up with every kiss of his lips, every lick of his tongue, every nibble of his teeth. But I couldn't get the words out. Wasn't even sure I could string together a coherent sentence right now.

So I nodded, squeezing his torso closer to mine, feeling every muscle in his body tremble.

A shiver worked its way down my spine, settling in my groin, causing my cock to throb harder.

Shit.

I wanted him.

So fucking much.

I gripped his head, guiding him so that his lips were on mine again, and I kissed him hungrily, darting my tongue out and into his mouth to slide with his tongue ... under it, against it ... exploring all of his mouth.

Wrapping my legs around his toned waist, I pulled his body down on top of me, wanting no space between us. He responded by grinding his hard cock against mine again, his hands travelling around my hips to rest on my ass ... and squeezed.

Yes.

I had realised earlier that I'd wanted Caleb for a while now. Had dreamed of his body on mine, of him inside of me.