I smirk. “Whatever you want. You have me.”

He swallows hard. I watch his Adam’s apple bob.

“No, I mean… I want you. I’ve prepared myself—just in case this happened.” He strokes me, slow and deliberate.

I tense, trying to wrap my head around it.

“You mean…”

He nods, biting his lip. “I did some research. I wanted to be ready for you. I also got tested. I’m clean. Negative for everything.”

He dives back down, sucking lower than ever. My eyes roll back.

“Caleb,” I pant, gripping his hair, gently tugging him up to meet my eyes. “I got tested too. After we got home. I’m all good.”

He looks at me and grins, and we both laugh—nervous and relieved. “I’ve also…uh–” He swallows deeply. “Been practicing…with my fingers.”

I stare at him, shocked. He’s been preparing…for me. I kiss him, hard and grateful.

“Bedroom. Now.” I grunt, getting to my feet.

He rises quickly and grabs my hand so I can follow him down the hallway, turning into what must be his bedroom.

A true bachelor’s room—like the rest of the house, it’s decorated to the nines with modern art. Album covers line the dark navy walls, and multiple guitars lean on their stands in the corner.

I refocus my attention on Caleb as he slips off his shirt, revealing more of his disgustingly beautiful body.

“Fuck,” I mutter, walking over and rubbing my palms along his hard chest. He wraps his mouth around my neck, kissing and sucking every inch of skin he can. I don’t even care if he gives me a hickey—I want to be marked. All the ones he gave me have faded and I need more. I want proof of how much he wants me too.

I guide him back toward the bed and give him a firm push until he drops onto the mattress.

“Damn, Nathaniel,” he laughs, brushing his black hair out of his face.

I smirk, lowering my pants to my ankles. Slowly, I pull my dick out of my boxers and drop those to the floor too.

“Oh fuck,” Caleb breathes, eyes fixed on me. He’s a sight—flushed, breathless, his dick hard and straining against his pants.

His hand presses against his hard-on, drawing a sharp breath from his lips. I close the distance, unzip his pants, and yank down both his pants and boxers in one motion.

“That’s it,” I breathe. His dick is ready—thick, hard, gorgeous. My mouth waters. He tilts his head back as I lower down, kissing the tip before sucking it gently and then sliding him as deep as I can manage.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he moans. I move steadily, up and down. He feels incredible. Tastes even better. I lick his tip and taste the pre-cum, moaning softly around him. I love this. Too much.

Reaching between us, I fondle his balls softly, feeling him squirm beneath me.

I pick up my pace, and his balls start to tighten in my hand.