One More Time by Caitlin Ricci

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    “When I made myself come, I thought about coming in you and filling your ass,” I continued. My voice dropped on its own without me even trying, and I smiled as I saw his hips buck off the bed. “You wanted me to go harder, faster. And you begged me for more. That’s what did me in. I imagined the sound of you begging when I fucked your tight ass as hard as I could.”
    He groaned and jerked when he came. I stepped forward and ran my hand up the inside of his leg, starting at his ankle and moving up his calf until I cupped his thigh right below his open fly. Caleb was watching me as I bent and slid my mouth over his stiff cock. He hissed out a moan, and I was pretty sure he didn’t know what he should do in that moment because I had finished cleaning off his head with long swipes of my tongue before he put his clean hand on my shoulder. He could have pushed my head down; I wouldn’t have minded. But it was nice to feel his fingers curl into the material of my uniform, just as they had when we were on the couch.
    I took my time cleaning him up because it let me enjoy his taste. I knew what I wanted from him, but there were no guarantees with him. And if this was the only time I would ever get to put my mouth on his cock, I was sure as hell going to enjoy the feeling of having him in my mouth and the taste of his come on my tongue. His heavy panting had turned into soft sighs by the time I was done with him.
    I was half-hard again, and if he would have let me fuck him right then, I would have easily been able to get it up the rest of the way. But I could tell from looking at his face that what we’d done was as far as he was going to let things go that night. Which, fine, I could handle that. I didn’t want to stop there, but I certainly wasn’t going to be an asshole about it either.
    “There’s a master bath through that door with some mouthwash on the sink if you need it,” he said as I straightened back up.
    I shook my head. “I don’t mind your taste.”
    He blushed again, though he hadn’t actually stopped blushing since I came into his bedroom, and slowly got off the bed. He zipped himself up, then went into the bathroom to clean up the rest of the way. He left the door open so I got to see him take a wet washcloth and run it over his stomach where I hadn’t licked him clean.
    “I don’t know how being friends with you is going to work,” he said as he came back out and tossed the washcloth into his hamper.
    “Meaning what?” I asked.
    Caleb shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I’ve never been friends with someone I wanted to have sex with so much.”
    There was an easy answer for that, but I figured he probably already knew what I was going to say. And I didn’t want to drive him away by repeating myself. “Want to try again tomorrow? One more time? I’ll bring over a movie we can actually watch.” I was trying to be good, and I hoped he saw that, because the alternative was me having him bent over the dresser he was standing next to and fucking him from behind until he cried out and came all over it.
    Caleb gave me a quick nod. “I’d like that. Do you think it could even work, though?”
    “I don’t know. I’m not really friends with many people,” I admitted.
    “That you don’t have sex with?” he asked.
    I laughed and shook my head. “No. In college, yes. But recently not so much. Guys at the precinct, people at the diner that have known me since I was a baby, but not really guys like you. So I’m trying not to fuck this up with you.”
    Smiling, Caleb came forward and gave me a hug. It was strange hugging a guy I wanted, since I didn’t do that with the guys I had sex with, but I had to admit that it felt good to have him in my arms.
    “I appreciate you trying,” Caleb said.
    I nodded. “I know you don’t want casual sex.”
    He stepped away, and I didn’t try to stop him. “Yeah, I really can’t do that. I know it works for you, and I’m