Page 27 of The Way Home

“Has anyone done this to you before?”

With a light touch, Caleb played with the rim of Jamie’s hole.

“Erm, just myself,” Jamie said.

Caleb groaned. Caleb didn’t consider himself a possessive person, but also… like,how?How had this gorgeous man fallen into his life, practically begging him to be his first?

“I’ll go slow,” Caleb murmured, circling the rim and spreading lube along the tight muscle. “This okay?”

“Y-yeah, that’s, uh… good.”

“Relax, sweetheart.” Caleb slicked more lube over him, warming him up with gentle, rhythmic circles, not yet penetrating him. Leaning over Jamie’s back, he whispered reassurances into his ear.

“I’ve got you, J. Say the word and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll go slow.”

The breathy, desperate noises Jamie made were so fucking cute.

When he felt Jamie begin to soften under him, he nudged carefully with the tip of his finger.

“Ready?”

“Yes. Fuck,please.”

With a smile, Caleb kissed the back of Jamie’s neck and pushed his finger in.

“Fuck,” Jamie gasped. “Yes.”

Caleb sank into the knuckle and drew back with care, working him in long, languid strokes. Jamie was hot and tight and trembling, his body responding in the most breathtaking ways. Caleb kept his strokes slow and predictable, his eyes locked on the way Jamie’s hole opened for him. He didn’t touch Jamie’s cock, hanging hard and heavy between his thighs.

He wanted to stay right here, show him how much pleasure could come from justthis.

When he slid in a second finger, Jamie’s hips jolted, and a deep moan slipped out of him. Sweat clung to his springy curls, his skin flushing with every thrust.

That’s it, sweetheart. I got you.

“Yes, holy shit, Caleb.” Jamie was wiggling on the bed, rutting his hips into the mattress, and, without slowing the pace of his fingers, Caleb leaned forward and kissed the side of Jamie’s neck. He smelled amazing andGod,those noises—

“I’m s-sorry, I’m going to come on your bed.”

“Perfect, I have a washer.”

Jamie’s second orgasm was even more beautiful than his first. Caleb fucked him through it with two fingers, lightly massaging thatspot inside him on every few thrusts, and gently steered his head to the side to devour his lips.

“Yes. That’s it, Jamie. You are so sexy.”

Jamie slumped onto the bed, boneless, giving Caleb the perfect opportunity to admire his toned ass and legs. He turned his head to the side, and Caleb caught a glimpse of his blissed-out expression.

Glassy, half-lidded eyes and petal pink lips.

“May I…erm, clean up in the loo?”

Caleb leaned forward and brushed his lips along the soft skin of Jamie’s shoulder. “Of course.”

While Jamie cleaned up, Caleb grabbed a clean pair of joggers for him and set them on the bed. When Jamie returned, freshly scrubbed and even more irresistible, Caleb shamelessly watched as he got dressed. Almost immediately, he noticed the tension creeping back into Jamie’s shoulders, like he wasn’t quite sure whether he should stay or leave.

Jamie wrung his hands together and opened his mouth twice before seemingly thinking better of whatever he wanted to say.

“Come here,” Caleb said, patting the bed beside him. When Jamie hesitated, Caleb patted the mattress again.