Chapter Eleven
He should have been appalled by how needy he sounded. The lust in his voice would have made him blush and turn away had he heard it anywhere else, but the urge to be physical with Asher had started small and built slowly, until Caleb's skin felt like it was crawling and his body ached with the desire to be touched. He was so damned confused about so many things. Most of all, how this sexy mountain man was so sure about them.
Caleb had said that he wanted to go down the mountain to make sure his pack knew he was okay, but that wasn't the whole reason. He'd wanted to hide from the imposing, absorbing force that was Asher. Simply put, the man made him feel too much and he had no idea what to do with those feelings.
Which was why he found himself writhing wantonly on a bed of straw begging for any bit of affection the gladiator of the forest would give him.
"Caleb," Asher growled low, a warning. He looked like he was battling with himself. Over what? Whether or not he should touch Caleb? For a man who claimed to own him, he was being rather hands off.
Caleb reached a tentative hand under the waist band of his shorts and between his legs. He found his aching erection and grabbed hold of it, stroking it lightly.
Asher's eyes followed his movement, completely black now. His nostrils flared as he scented the air between them, most likely sensing Caleb's lust. "I'm not fucking you," he said harshly. It wasn't clear who he was trying to convince more, Caleb or himself. "You aren't ready."
"Probably not a lie. I've never…." Caleb couldn't look at Asher and admit he was actually a virgin. It was too embarrassing. At twenty-three he should have been having sex with anything that moved.
"Are you telling me that you have never had sex?" Asher asked, his voice strained.
"Don't make me repeat it," Caleb mumbled.
"What about here?" Asher asked, ripping Caleb's hand off his dick and stroking Caleb's erection over his pants. "Have you had another person touch you here?"
Caleb blushed. His breath grew heavy in his chest. "At a party, this guy tried to give me a hand job but I didn't like it. That was last year." He bit his bottom lip, unable to keep his hips from rolling forward in an attempt to push Asher's hand harder against him.
Asher was on his knees now between Caleb's legs. He bent over and nuzzled Caleb's erection over his pants like a cat might nuzzle an owner after a long day at work. He repeated the motion and Caleb realized Asher was smelling him, drawing his scent deep inside. His cock pulsed and Asher chuckled. "I'm not fucking you yet," he repeated, his hands at Caleb's waistband. "But there are other things. Other firsts."
If Caleb wasn't so turned on, he might have rolled his eyes. What was it with guys and virgins? He'd been forced to listen to countless horror stories in the gym locker room about men who were so proud of themselves for being the first to enter another person. In fact, that had been part of what had turned him away from having sex at all. He'd hate to be reduced to a locker room story. There was not a threat of that with Asher. He didn't seem like the type to enjoy locker room banter. He didn't look at Caleb as something to be achieved.
Caleb found himself wanting to give this part of himself. Wanting to give every part of himself to this man in particular.
Asher pulled Caleb's pants down over his cock and for a moment, he simply looked at it. He moved his head, like he was memorizing it from every angle. Having Asher's mouth so close and still not touching him was driving Caleb crazy. A bead of fluid collected at the end of his cock and grew until it was too large to remain, sliding down his rigid length. Asher swiped the fluid with his finger and brought it to his lips, sampling Caleb's intimate flavor.
"You taste fucking amazing," Asher growled. He circled his fingers around Caleb's girth sliding his hand softly down. Caleb moaned, his hips shooting off the bed.
"Stay down or I'll tie you down," Asher said and Caleb believed he would. "When that other man touched you, did it feel like this?"
Caleb shook his head manically. That time had been awkward and strange. He'd been drinking and it really felt like the other guy was trying to take advantage of him but hadn't realized he was a shifter. Caleb was stronger than he looked. In the end, he'd fought the guy off and was successful probably only because he was a shifter. He wasn't going to tell Asher all of that though. "No, it didn't feel anything like this."
Asher looked up at him, even on his knees he looked completely in control. Shirtless, every muscle was tensed and ready to fight, protect, build, love. "What else?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Nothing."
"You're lying to me." Asher removed his hand completely and Caleb cried out in frustration.
"He…thought I was drunk. He was a human and thought I was too. Probably thought I was easy prey. I had to fight him off."
"Where was your pack?"
"I'd gone with Glenn but he'd already hooked up. I was alone."
Asher scoffed in disgust. "What was his name?"
"Why? Are you going to go beat him up?"
"No, I'm going to go rip his arms off for daring to touch something that belongs to me."
Caleb thought he should have been annoyed by such a statement, instead his cock pulsed, jerking in the air between them. "It isn't important," he said, biting his lip. "I handled him. Gave him a black eye."
Asher's scowl cleared briefly. "Good boy."
Caleb's heart seemed to swell at the praise. He wanted to hear that again and often.
"Don't ever lie to me, Caleb," Asher said, bringing his mouth down around the head of Caleb's dick. He slid his lips down the length of him, enveloping Caleb's erection in a warm grip. Then he began to bob his head, up and down. Caleb forgot his own name. He forgot where he was, how he got there, the events leading up to that point. All that existed was him and the beautiful man with his dick in his mouth. It took Caleb a few seconds to recognize he was making noises, high pitched needy sounds of pleasure. His hands gripped at the straw beneath him because he didn't know what else to do with them. Through all these conflicting emotions, Asher continue to suck him.
Asher slid up, licking his lips and grabbed Caleb's hand. "You can hold me here," he explained gently, setting Caleb's palm against the back of his head. Asher began sucking him again and this time Caleb held onto his hair.
He couldn't stop his fingers from grasping and pulling and instead tried not to pull too hard. Asher brought his other hand up and began fondling Caleb's balls, squeezing them just enough to cause him to hiss, but not so much that it hurt. Asher's mouth slid faster and Caleb's hips flew up, not caring if he was tied up for it. This felt too amazing.
He closed his eyes against the building force right before his body exploded with pleasure. He knew he was crying out, saying words that he didn't recognize. He had to be grabbing Asher's head too hard. The man needed to breathe, didn't he? But Asher's mouth stayed where it was, with Caleb's cock down his throat as he came.
When Asher pulled back, Caleb expected to see a little anger and a lot of annoyance. No doubt, Caleb had done that all wrong, had held him too tightly. He didn't see anything like that though. Asher's black eyes were full of desire and maybe just a hint of admiration. He crawled up to kiss Caleb on his lips and Caleb found he didn't mind his own flavor on the other man's tongue.
"Thank you," Asher said softly but Caleb thought he should be the one thanking him.