Chapter 26

My lips form the shape of an 'O.' The conversation is taking such a different turn than I expected it would, especially for being so early in the morning. My temples throb, unsure of how to process every word falling from Blake's confident lips.

In a matter of minutes, Blake has admitted his feelings towards me run deeper than just physical.

How much deeper? I'm not sure.

It's enough that he's willing to wait for me, though. Fight for me. Stomach the thought of Cade and I spending time together – alone and with more than just 'friendly' intentions. Yes, there was also a small bit in there about a limited Richter scale of patience, but that doesn't bother me in the slightest.

If anything, that bit just revs my engine further.

"Alright," I respond.

Blake raises a brow and puts his hands on his hips. "Alright? That's your only response?"

My mouth flounders open and closed. "I mean. How were you expecting me to respond?"

Blake rolls his eyes and walks over to the dresser to pick up his wallet. He opens it and thumbs through his cash, the high numbered bills flicking past his fingertips. I can only imagine how much he carries on him at one time. It'd probably make my head spin.

He sighs and closes his wallet again, stuffing it into his back pocket. "It doesn't matter; I misspoke. That's a very typical 'Callum' response, and I should have been prepared for it."

The sudden shift of his mood has my mental claws scrambling to find a way to fix it. It's not like I'm unappreciative of everything he said. It's the exact opposite. I want to tell him that it meant a lot to me....and that my feelings for him are more than just physical too.

I grab for my flavored water beside the bed, guzzling down half the bottle to bide myself some time. The words seem to be stuck at the base of my throat, refusing to surface. Blake starts walking towards the door, and I internally panic knowing I'm about to ruin another moment between us.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"We have a meeting with the construction crew in an hour, so I'm going to run and grab us some breakfast. Shouldn't take me more than twenty minutes, so please be ready by the time I get back."

His fingers curl around the door handle and I throw off the covers.

"Wait!"

My feet collide with the floor, a little wobbly from the lingering alcoholic effects from last night. Blake turns towards me, his face once again composed and impassive as ever.

"What?"

"I...I..."

My thoughts are muddled, all of them passing through cement before reaching the forefront of my mind. I swallow again. There's no way I can say anything now. But maybe, maybe if I can show him that I still want him, that'll be enough reassurance. For now, anyway.

"I didn't give you my order," I say. "For breakfast."

It's pathetic, but it makes Blake pause. His fingers move away from the handle and he gives me an exasperated sigh.

"Fine. What's your order?"

His response is cold and irritated, and my defenses can't help but rear their ugly heads. I glare at him but choose to remain silent. I can't get the moment more off-course than it already is.

I shoulder past him and tug off my shirt. It lands in a heap on the bathroom floor, overlapping the towel that Blake used minutes ago to dry his hair. With my back turned towards him, I take a deep breath, trying to fend off the nervous jitters.

My thumbs hook under the waistline of my basketball shorts. I've never been naked in front of another dude before, at least not one that wants to put his dick up my ass. My pulse picks up speed as I pull down my shorts and boxers, leaving my backside completely bare and visible to Blake's eyes.

Every inch of my skin reddens waiting for him to make a comment. Is he even looking? If so, does he like what he sees? The thought of him staring at me, thinking of me in a sexual way, has my mind spinning. My shaft hardens within seconds.

I take another step into the bathroom and Blake's voice comes out in a hoarse command.

"Callum. Turn around."

I look over my shoulder. Blake's expression is frenzied. The color of his cheeks match mine, his eyes pooling with desire. Instead of turning around, I take another step into the room and smirk.

"No."

Blake's gaze flickers to mine. He knows I'm toying with him now, and his eyes narrow with a sparring confidence. He straightens his spine and walks towards me, his steps slow and sauntering.

"Callum," he says again. "I told you to turn around. Do it. Now."

I smirk and hop into the shower, keeping my front side hidden from him. I poke my head out and hide behind the shower curtain.

"I think I'll just have a bagel," I say cheekily. "And a glass of OJ."

Blake glowers at me. He pauses for only a split second before he tears the curtain back. I gasp, startled. The serious look in his eyes is one I've never seen before. His gaze travels down my naked body, taking its time to appreciate every single inch of me.

The very minimal self-conscious side of me wants to cover my erection. It's embarrassing for him to see me like this. The rest of me knows that this is the reassurance he needs to know that I want him. He deserves to know it, too.

So I stand still, hoping with every fiber in me that he'll give me another command.

"Don't turn the water on," Blake says quietly.

"I won't," I answer. "Sir."

His eyes flash to meet mine. My words of submission cause him to take a step closer and my legs start to tremble with anticipation. Blake lowers, and using the edge of the tub, eases down onto his knees. Despite being taller than him now, the man radiates power as he speaks to me.

"I want to be the first man to suck you off," Blake admits. "Put your hands behind your back and bring yourself to my lips."

"Yes, sir."

My voice shakes. I skirt away from the wall of the shower and take the needed, small steps to close the distance between the tip of my dick and the edge of Blake's lips. His warm breath traces across my shaft and I shudder.

No man has touched me before, and I am just now realizing how badly I am aching for that to change.

"Am I the reason you're this hard?" Blake asks, his lips just a whisper away from giving me what I think will be the best pleasure of my life.

"Yes...," I whisper. "Sir."

"Just me?"

His voice is harsh and clipped, but his eyes soften enough to let me know this isn't a dominant question. It's a submissive one filled with fragile vulnerability. It's a question asked with the hope of receiving reassurance.

And this time, the words seem to flow out effortlessly.

"Yes, sir. Just you."

Blake nods and his confidence returns. He raises his hands and runs them along my thighs, and my pulse hammers against my veins. His fingers are soft but his touch is rough. The combination has me panting and my dick twitches. Again.

I don't think I've ever been this hard in my life. I start to ache, needing more from him. To be kissed by him. Sucked by him.

As if sensing my thoughts, Blake leans forward and takes me into his mouth. I grunt with uncontrollable pleasure. His hands move around to my ass, squeezing each cheek to the point that it becomes painful. But every ounce of pain is met with indescribable pleasure as his tongue slides along my dick, his lips closing around me with possessive need.

I moan and grind my hips further and further into Blake's mouth. He doesn't pull away once. He takes me deeper, wanting every inch I'm willing to give. And then he looks up at me, and our eyes collide.

The sudden shift into emotional intimacy is beyond sexy. I try to pull away from him, warning him with garbled speech of what's about to happen, but Blake holds his ground. He quickens his pace, knowing exactly what he's doing.

His fingers dig into me, and that's the last straw. I cry out his name and finish directly into his eager mouth, reaching a state of pleasure I never knew possible. Blake laps up every last drop, leaving me pleasured and breathless with one final suck from his irresistible lips.

When he pulls away, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are still diluted with lust. I don't know what to feel. What to think.

The only thought registering in my mind is that what just happened did nothing to quench my sexual need for Blake. If anything, it just fueled it further. Deeper. With trembling limbs, I drop down to my knees next and look up at him with pleading eyes. Blake licks his lips and smirks.

"What about your bagel and OJ?" he asks with a rugged smugness to his voice.

I manage to smirk back at him. "I'm thirsty for something different now...sir."