“I can't do this with you anymore, Caleb.”I say placing my hand on my hip and the other running through my hair, tugging on it.
“This push and pull.The strangers, friends, and whatever the fuck over and over again.”I yell, still fuming.
“I don't mean to hurt you, Cole, I swear,” he says, pleading, leaning forward in his chair.
“Caleb, I quit.I can't work here anymore, not like this.”I say balling my fists.
I walk towards the door, and a large hand comes up beside my head slamming it in my face.Caleb's other hand grips my arm.I can feel his hot pants on the back of my neck, his warm body pressed against my back.“Please don't go,” He whispers.
“Why should I stay?”I ask without facing him, my voice a gravelly rasp.
He turns me around and braces his arms on either side of my head.With his head hanging, he says.“I want you, but I shouldn't.”He looks up at me, his eyes dark and pained as his thumb lightly traces my bottom lip.
He slams his palm on the wall beside my head and nearly sobs with clenched teeth.“Can't you see that?!I’m doing this for you.”With one hand he cups my jaw pausing for only a second, then fiercely fusing his mouth with mine.
I pull away, turning my head and he gasps.“Then why should I stay?Wouldn't it solve all your problems if I was gone?”I ask, my voice breathless and cold, keeping my eyes diverted from his stare.
“You're not a problem, Cole.You’re-You’re perfect.”He whispers, grasping my jaw and forcing me to look at him.His eyes are shimmery and pleading.My heart tries to melt at the reverence in his tone and his words, but I stand my ground.
“Caleb, I'm leaving,” I say, keeping my voice cold even though my body is trembling.His eyes are tortured brown pools staring into mine, silently begging me to understand, though I don't know what I should understand.
With our foreheads touching and his lips hovering over mine, Caleb desperately whispers, “Cole, please don't leave me,” My heart flip-flops in my chest.
“I'm doing what you wanted, Caleb, keeping my distance,” I whisper onto his hovering lips.His head lowers to my shoulder as he sighs and pulls himself away from the wall.I open the door and leave Caleb's office, slamming the door behind me.
I stomp down the hallway, my steps echoing off the walls.I can't keep doing this.Its my fault really, I knew there was a slim chance that things would go any further but I just wanted to believe in the impossible for a little fucking longer.
“Cole!”I hear a yell from behind me; fast footfalls sound through the hallway as Caleb runs to catch up with me.I turn around with my arms crossed over my chest.“Please don't quit.I'll do anything,” Caleb begs, breathless crouching with his palms on his knees.
“Is this about the work in the kitchen?I'll call one of my dad's friends.Don't worry about it,” I say tersely and turn to walk away.
Caleb grasps my shoulder.“It's not about that, Cole!I don't care about the fucking kitchen,” He says, his voice rising.
“Then what do you want from me, Caleb!?”I yell back at him.He stands there blinking, opening and closing his mouth like he doesn't know what to say.I walk towards him, ball my fists in his shirt, and back him into the wall.My face inches from his, and I sneer.
“You know what I think?I think you want me, but you don't know why.And that scares you.”His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows.I grip his erection with one hand while the other clutches his shirt, and he groans.
“I think your cock wants me too.I don't care how you identify Caleb, but if you don't want to lead me on, then tell me the fucking truth!”I grit out through clenched teeth.
Caleb looks at me, a million emotions going through his eyes.I drop my hands and start to move away.Caleb reaches out, cupping my jaw roughly in one of his large hands and growls, “Fuck, I want you.”He pulls me to him, crushing his mouth to mine in a hungry and desperate kiss.This kiss is a plea, needy, begging for something that I don't think he even understands.
I start to stroke his cock through his jeans, and he whimpers into my mouth, “I want you to touch me, Cole,” his voice quavers with the request but his eyes are full of need.I undo his button and zipper, reach into his briefs and wrap my hand around his cock while my other hand grips his waist.
Caleb's cock is long, thick, and hard as a steel post.My many fantasies flash through my head of all the things I would love to have him do to me with his delicious cock, causing my cock to give a violent jerk in my jeans.
I devour Caleb's feral and desperate moans with our furious kissing.His fingers are tangled in my hair, giving a light tug on each up stroke, while his other hand ghosts over my jaw as if he's afraid to touch me.
The power of having this man who has starred in my fantasies at my mercy is intoxicating.But I know there is a very real possibility he could reject me all over again tomorrow, how many times will it take before he breaks me?Yet here I am.I could have left, and he wouldn't have chased me, but my brief moments of clarity get clouded by overwhelming need whenever he is near me like this.
The delicious sounds I pull from him only fuel my craving.“Ohhh F-fuck, I'm gonna…” Caleb moans into my mouth, his body going rigid.“Fall apart for me Caleb.”I whisper in his ear.
He groans, and I feel hot liquid cover my hand.It takes me a second to realize I have just made Caleb cum.I look down between us and see the glistening head and my hand covered in the proof of his orgasm.
That is all it takes to send me tumbling over the edge.My cock jerks and I feel the warmth of my orgasm coat my boxer briefs as I let out a groan onto Caleb’s quivering lips.
We stand there, our foreheads touching, breathing heavily.Caleb reaches up to cup my cheek.“Fuck Cole, what am I going to do with you?”He asks breathlessly.I lift my head, look into his eyes, and pant with a sated smile,
“Everything.”He chuckles and fuses his mouth to mine in a sweet kiss.
