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“Think how much better it will be when you fuck me.”
It’s been way too long since I was last inside him.
I move behind him and grab my lubed dick, pressing the head of my cock at his entrance.
“I’m not sure I can hold back,” I admit, pressing against his puckered hole.
“Then don’t.”
I push forward slowly not wanting to hurt him, but of course this is Noah. He pushes back against me, taking me deeper.
“Noah,” I growl, trying to hold on to my thread of self-control.
“Just do it Caleb, I won’t break.”
I lean forward and kiss his shoulder. “You asked for it.”
Pumping my hips forward, I feel his tight channel clench around my dick as we both groan simultaneously.
I love taking him in this position. It’s hot as fuck and I know it will be quick but powerful with the way he’s choking my dick.
“Touch yourself. This is going to be a fast fuck, and I want you to get off again.”
He reaches between his legs, holding himself up on one arm as I continue to rut into him in a punishing rhythm.
I grit my teeth, trying to rein myself in, but it’s no fucking use, he makes me fucking feral.
“Do you feel that?” I ask, hitting him so deep. “How much I own you. Worship you. Adore you.”
“Yes, Caleb, you fucking know I do.”
“Then fucking come for me,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
It takes me three more deep thrusts before I orgasm, filling him with my cum, and he’s right there with me as he comes all over the towels.
Chapter Forty-Four
CALEB
As soon as my dick softened, I pulled out of Noah, grabbed his jaw, and kissed him.
Within seconds, I was consumed with guilt. What the fuck is wrong with me? I made an excuse about needing to shower and was out of the house like my arse was on fire.
I drove with no destination in mind until I pulled into the underground car park of Formidable.
I enter the club and make a beeline for a private booth in the bar. After all, I’m not here to play. No, I’m here to let myself drown in my guilt and forget what a cunt I am.
Noah has cancer, his surgery is in two days, and I’m acting like a fucking child.
But seeing that letter, a fucking death letter, made something in me snap. I was angry, hurt. I love Noah and yet I fucked him like I don’t.
I don’t know how to fix this. I’d swap places with him in a heartbeat. To know I can’t carry this burden for him makes me feel useless. And now I feel even worse for making this about myself.
And yet here I am wallowing because of a letter.
I order my usual and slink back into the shadow of the booth.
Swirling the amber liquid, I watch it crash against the ice, staring at it like it holds all the answers.
