Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Look at me.”
Rhys shook his head, and Caleb slowed his rhythm. The slow strokes felt delicious, but they weren’t what Rhys needed. “Please. Need more.”
“Can you look at me? I want to see your eyes when you come.”
“I don’t know if…”
Caleb put his hand over Rhys’s, forcing him to jerk himself off faster. Rhys gasped when Caleb picked up his own pace, driving into Rhys harder. Caleb groaned, and Rhys wanted to see him. He opened his eyes and met Caleb’s gaze.
“That’s it,” Caleb said. “Show me how much you need this. Come for me.” Seconds later, Rhys did, his gaze locked with Caleb’s. He’d done it, and he didn’t even feel scared.
As Caleb had promised, he pulled out and stroked his cock until he came all over Rhys’s abdomen. When they were both done, Caleb collapsed beside him. Rhys felt like he was floating. The only thing in his world seemed to be Caleb’s warm body and the sound of his rapid breaths. Caleb had truly taken him out of himself. He’d been able to relax, to quiet his mind. He wasn’t analyzing; he wasn’t worrying. He was just enjoying the moment. “Thank you.”
Caleb rose up on one elbow and smiled down at him. “No thanks needed. I promise you it was my pleasure.”
“I mean for…” Rhys wasn’t sure if Caleb would understand.
Caleb brushed the backs of his fingers over Rhys’s cheek, and Rhys leaned into the touch, wanting to simply melt into Caleb. “For what?”
“For helping me relax, helping me have fun. I’m usually thinking of so many things, second-guessing everything, and tonight, I didn’t. I couldn’t.”
Caleb’s soft smile made Rhys feel warm all over. “You’re welcome.” He gave Rhys a gentle kiss, and then his stomach growled loudly, and they both laughed.
“I’m starving,” he admitted.
“Me too,” Rhys said. “Do you want me to bring the dinner upstairs?”
Caleb glanced around his tiny apartment and frowned. “We’ll have a lot more space downstairs. Why don’t you shower first, then you can go down and set things out while I shower.”
“That sounds perfect.”
CHAPTER 21
Once he was dressed and showered, Rhys went downstairs to begin setting out the charcuterie. He set aside the box of pastries for them to select from later.
Caleb came down a few minutes later, carrying a bottle of Prosecco and a tote bag filled with plates and utensils. As he walked out from behind the service counter, he turned down the lights in the cafe, making the already cozy atmosphere much more romantic. Then he added more ambience by plugging in some leaf-shaped fairy lights, switching on the tea lights inside the ceramic pumpkins in the windows, and turning on soft music. Was this going to feel like a real date?
The man just ate your ass and fucked the hell out of you. Why are you worried about a dinner date?
That’s different. This is so… intimate.
And his tongue up your ass isn’t.
Sex was different. Or at least it always had been. With Caleb, everything had felt… more. Caleb had taken over his body completely, but now, he was back to overanalyzing, and he didn’t know if he could handle that.
“Is this good for you?” Caleb asked, holding up the bottle.
Rhys nodded. He was already drunk off the incredible sex. A glass of wine couldn’t cause much more damage. He was beginning to wonder if they were going to make any progress on the festival entry tonight.
“Wow.” Caleb studied the multiple trays of meats, cheeses, spreads, olives, and fruit. “This looks amazing. You really went all out.”
Rhys looked away as his cheeks heated. He didn’t know if he could handle the romantic atmosphere plus compliments. “I just wanted to do something different.”
“I like it. Thank you.”
“And what’s this?” He lifted the lid on the dessert box.
“Pastries, as you can see.”
“You brought me more dessert.”
Caleb’s smile sent heat all through Rhys. “I thought you’d like them.
“I do. These look amazing. They’re not from Driftwood Doughs, are they?”
“No, they’re from an Italian bakery in Portsmouth.”
“You went all the way to Portsmouth for these?”
Rhys shrugged. “It’s not that far. Have you ever had a sfogliatella?”
Caleb shook his head.
“Then you have to choose that one.” He pointed to a flaky, cream-filled pastry. “Unless you don’t like cream-filled things.”
Caleb grinned. “Trust me, I like cream-filled things a lot.”
“Oh my God, I didn’t mean that like it sounded.”
“I know. I’m just teasing you. I got you all relaxed. I want you to stay that way.”
Rhys realized that was part of the reason for the lights and the music. Caleb wanted him to feel comfortable. He appreciated the gesture, even though he wasn’t sure he could be.
Caleb handed him a plate and a wineglass. Real ones, not paper like he’d expected. “This is fancy.”
“It’s just regular plates, not fine china or anything.”
“I know, I just thought since we were eating down here…”