And holy fuck, can the man suck cock. If that’s what it’s like to have another dude suck my dick, sign me the fuck up. No. That’s wrong. I don’t want just any dude. I want him. I want Callum. I need him.

  Hearing him beg me to fuck him wasn’t something I had prepared for, for some reason. As he arches beneath me, his head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure as he begs, I pause, taking in the sight of him. He’s gorgeous, spread out in wanton abandon like this, and it takes my breath away.

  Something about the image of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to swallow around a groan when I give my hips another little swivel finally breaks whatever reverie had a hold on me, and I grin. Slotting my hips more firmly against his in our awkward position, half on and half off the couch, I press up and lean back as I tug his shirt off before leaning in and biting and licking the new expanse of skin exposed to me. My teeth find his nipple, and I give it a little tug, and he cries out.

  “Dammit,” he growls, his hands pushing me away.

  I fall back, sliding off him to land on my knees and sit back on my heels, wondering what I did wrong to make him push me away. “What?” I ask, my brow furrowing. Was it the biting? Is that not a thing with guys? Maybe?

  “Lube. Condoms,” he hisses, awkwardly struggling to stand before darting off down the hall, presumably to his bedroom to grab supplies.

  “Shit,” I laugh, dragging a hand down my face as I collect myself and try to slow my heart rate and beat back the moment of panic. I hadn’t done anything wrong. We were good. More than good if his little Flash impression was anything to go by. Deciding to take advantage of his momentary absence, I quickly kick off the last of my clothes before sitting and making myself comfortable in the middle of his couch. It takes me two point five seconds before I get impatient with waiting, my cock feeling lonely and cold without his delectable body pressed against me. Slowly, I stroke myself, images of what we’ve already done and what I can’t wait to do to him rushing through my head almost faster than I can follow. Gripping myself tightly at the base to stave off the impending orgasm I feel building at the base of my spine, I lean my head back against the back of the couch and let out a groan.

  “You started without me,” Callum’s voice calls from somewhere nearby, an unmistakable pout in his tone.

  “You took too long,” I say, my hand continuing its slow movements along my cock as I lazily roll my head to the side, not lifting it from the couch and opening my eyes just enough to see him.

  He grins back at me from the entry to the hallway, finally naked and no doubt enjoying the debauched picture I must be painting at the moment. “Guess I’ll have to give you something else to do,” he teases.

  “Like what?” I ask, taking the bait.

  “How about this?” he asks, stepping forward and setting down the condoms and lube on the coffee table before his hand closes around my length, just above my own grip.

  I let out a moan, dropping my hand away, giving him free rein.

  “Or maybe this,” he murmurs, leaning down to run his tongue around the crown of my cock, lapping at the steady trickle of precum his ministrations are eliciting.

  A sound escapes me, something between a groan and a whimper at the feel of his tongue against me again. I swear I’ve died and gone to the heaven that is this man’s mouth.

  “Or maybe this,” he says, turning around and grabbing the supplies again, tossing a condom onto the couch next to me before popping the cap on the lube. Without another word, he crawls up, his knees bracing on either side of my hips, our cocks lined up perfectly. I go to reach for them, wanting to wrap my fist around both of us together and revel in the friction I honestly don’t know how I lived without until now. But he smacks my hand away, shaking his head at me with a mischievous twinkle in those hazel eyes.

  I spread my knees instinctively, wanting to give him a mostly stable perch, and he leans down to press a quick, soft kiss to my lips in thanks before returning to whatever he has planned. A deep groan rips from my throat when I catch on to what he’s doing.

  “Gonna put on a show for me, baby?”

  He nods, giving me a surprisingly shy smile. I watch as he pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and reaches behind him. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I love his little hiss that turns to a groan that tells me exactly what’s happening.

  “You tease,” I growl.

  His eyes darken as he stares down at me, his pupils blown wide as he rocks back against his hand, fucking himself on his fingers to ready himself for me.

  “So fucking sexy,” I praise.

  Unable to keep my hands to myself, I reach up and run my hands over his stomach, his chest, the fingers of one hand finding and teasing a nipple as the other trails down, dragging through the dark line of hair from his navel leading to his cock.

  Realizing it's a damn crime I haven’t even touched him yet, and he’s already had me down his fucking throat, I let my fingers graze their way down, following his happy trail till they find his length. His cock is standing, thick and straining toward me, and just begging for my touch. Closing my fit around him, I give an experimental tug, dragging my fist from root to tip before swirling my palm over the head, mimicking how I like to do it to myself.

  Callum’s whole body shudders above me, and he lets out a keening whimper as he almost loses his balance and falls forward. My hand is already on his chest, pressing flat, offering him counterpressure as he regains his equilibrium.

  “I take it I did something right?” I tease, grinning up at him.

  “Jesus fuck, yes.”

  “Come here,” I all but purr, sliding my hand from his chest and up over his collarbones, circling around to tag the back of his neck and pulling him toward me for a kiss. Our mouths meet, tongues instantly tangling as I continue to explore his cock, and he writhes over me, one hand braced on my shoulder and the other twisting and working behind him.

  I lose track of time as we kissed, losing myself to the feel of him against me, the smell of his skin, the taste of him. I can’t get enough. Before long, Callum breaks our kiss, pressing against me to create some room.

  “Enough,” he gasps, surreptitiously wiping his hand on a towel I hadn’t noticed him drop on the couch next to us before reaching for the foil packet now lost between the cushions. When he finds it, he quickly tears it open with his teeth and makes quick work of rolling it down my length.

  I grip the base of my cock, holding it out for him like a fucking prize as he wiggles himself into position over me, but I grab his hip with my free hand, stilling his movements, needing to take back a little of the control. His eyes flash to mine, frustration blazing through their heat. “More,” he gasps.

  “So eager,” I say, a small, teasing grin on my lips.

  He rolls his eyes and groans. “Shut up and fuck me.” It’s more of a pleading beg than a demand. Still, it’s cute as fuck and goes straight to my dick… which, for the record, agrees with him and wants nothing more than to be buried in his sweet ass that's currently hovered just above me.

  “Someone’s impatient,” I tease.

  “Someone wants your cock in his ass,” he snaps.

  I chuckle, leaning up to nip at his ear before intentionally dropping the tambour of my voice as low and gravely as I can manage and say, “Someone is about to get exactly what he wants.”

  Using my holds on his hip and my cock, I guide him down until I feel the heat of his body pressing against the tip of my erection. Taking a deep breath and holding it, bracing for this next moment, I flex my hips slightly as I urge him lower. There is a press of resistance, an almost excruciating tightness around my crown, and I have a moment of panic that I’m going to hurt him, that he wasn’t prepped enough.

  He must see the moment the panic takes over because I feel the muscles of his legs tense around me, and the tight ring of muscles currently attempting to choke my cock to death press back against my invasion, and in the next breath, I feel myself breach that first ring of muscle and slide into the most perfect, scorching, delicious heat I have ever experienced.

  “Oh, god,” I groan, both my hands finding purchase on his hips now, and I’m not sure if it’s to guide him or so I can hold on for dear life as I feel myself getting swept away.

  “Fuck, you’re big,” he whimpers, pressing down to take another in of me into his amazing body.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I moan.

  He rocks slightly, and I swear I go cross-eyed. His hands are resting on my shoulders now, and he moves, fucking himself on my cock. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause again, just keeps pressing, inch after glorious inch, until his ass is flush against my hips.

  I cry out, a ragged, almost tortured sound, as he engulfs the last of me. I’m overwhelmed, the sensation of his impossibly tight heat surrounding me nearly sending me over the edge.

  “So good,” he grunts before tensing his legs and pressing up, pulling almost all the way off me and pausing.

  I brace myself, preparing for the thrust, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he eases back down, taking my entire length again, my cock filling him, spreading him wide.

  “Yes,” I growl, my grip on his hips so tight I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow, but I can’t find it within myself to care at the moment. I’ll kiss them better in the morning. I’ll kiss the damn ground he walks on if he will just keep fucking onto me like this.

  He rocks his hips again, slowly at first, then faster, then with force, and before I know it, his hips are slamming down against mine as I flex up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I can’t wrap my brain around how good it is, the feeling of him around me, his body working in perfect sync with mine as we come together.

  “So good,” he gasps again. His head is thrown back, arms clinging desperately to my shoulders and neck as he works himself over me, and I’m overcome.

  Leaning forward, I press kisses along the column of his throat, shoulder, and that spot behind his ear. “So fucking beautiful riding my cock, taking what you need,” I growl against the shell of his ear before taking the lobe between my teeth.

  He cries out, his body convulsing over mine as he pleads my name. “Charlie, fuck, Charlie…”

  “You close, baby?” I ask, one of my hands finding his cock between us and thumbing his slit as I wrap my fist tightly around him.

  He cries out again, unintelligible babbling and noises of affirmation the only thing he can manage, apparently. Good, just the way I want him. I’m riding the razor's edge and barely able to hold on, but I want to make this last as long as possible.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckle, taking his mouth in a heated but brief kiss that's all tongues, teeth, and need. “Don’t come yet,” I instruct when I break the kiss, my hand squeezing his cock as I say it.

  He whimpers, looking down at me with pleading eyes as he struggles for breath.

  “Not yet,” I warn, fucking up into him harder, driving us both higher.

  “I can’t.”

  “Don’t you fucking come,” I order, gripping the base of his cock. Judging by his pained groan, I guess I was successful in staving off his orgasm for now.

  “Please,” he sobs, dropping his forehead against mine as he continues to fuck himself furiously on my cock, the pleasure of his movement becoming almost too much.

  “Shhh, shhh,” I soothe, bringing my other hand from his hip to run down the side of his face. “Just a little longer. I’m not ready to be done.”

  “Please, Charlie,” he pleads, and I can’t resist him any longer.

  “Okay, baby,” I agree, releasing my hold on his cock. “Go ahead, ride my cock. Fuck me like you mean it.” My hands return to his hips as he sits up straighter again, and our pace intensifies. Before long, I feel the burn of my orgasm rushing from the base of my spine, my balls pulling up tight, and I know I can’t hold on any longer.

  “Fuck, Cal. Come for me baby,” I pant.

  As if my permission had been all that was holding him back, he erupts, spilling onto my stomach and chest, my name a screaming chant on his lips.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I breathe, continuing to fuck up into him, my rhythm becoming erratic at the pulse and squeeze of his release around me. With a growled curse, I grip his hips and slam him down on me, burying myself to the hilt and let go, filling the condom with my release.

  We collapse back against the couch, panting and sweaty.

  “That was…” he begins, his breaths coming in pants against my chest as he buries his face between my pecks.

  “Amazing. Mind-blowing. Fucking incredible, take your pick,” I say, struggling to catch my breath as I wrap my arms around him, unwilling to let him go just yet.

  “All the above,” he sighs, relaxing into my hold.

  “Love the way you sound,” I mumble into his hair.

  “Like a maniac?” he asks, tweaking one of my nipples.

  “Ouch! No! Fucking sexy as hell, dammit!” I say, letting go of him and rubbing my poor abused nipple, giving him what I hope is a disgruntled pout. Still, I have incredibly low confidence as to my control over my muscles at this point.

  We lay like that, sprawled out across his couch, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across his back, with Callum tucked securely against my chest. His head rests on my shoulder while he toys with my chest hair in a surprisingly intimate and comforting gesture.

  It hits me that I have never experienced a moment like this before. Whenever I have been with women in the past, one or both of us always either scurried off to clean up right away, or if we did stay and cuddle for a bit, they would either rather spoon in the bed or complain about my chest hair getting itchy after only a few minutes. But this quiet contentment I feel wrapping around Callum and I has a sense of peace settling into my bones.

  I could get used to this.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CALLUM

  The next morning, with the sun streaming in through the window, warming the bed, I wake up alone. For a moment, a brief, terrified moment, I think I might have dreamed the entire exchange from the night before… the dinner and easy conversation, the playful back and forth when we got home, and the absolutely mind-blowing, life-altering sex. I couldn’t have dreamed it all, right? There is no way my imagination is that good.

  But then the smell hits me… Bacon and coffee. A wide smile breaks across my face, and I don’t even try to hide it.

  Rolling onto my back, I take a lazy stretch, enjoying the aches and pains, the pleasant soreness that only comes from a body getting well and thoroughly used. After that first epic round on the couch, we peeled ourselves apart, literally, thanks to the cold and sticky leftovers of the mess I made of his chest. We stumbled into my shower, barely keeping our hands and mouths to ourselves long enough to rinse off before exchanging mind-bending steamy blowjobs. You know, I gotta hand it to Charlie. For it being his first time sucking cock, he took me like a champ, and I swear he sucked my soul outta the tip of my dick. After the mutual shower blow jobs, we managed to refuel and hydrate while pretending to watch something on Netflix like we had originally intended, but sitting next to Charlie, both of us only in our boxers, was not conducive to either of us paying any attention to whatever was going on on the screen.

  Eventually, we tumbled into my bed for round two before passing out tangled together under the sheet. I would say it was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in possibly ever, but I’m not sure if it counts as a full night’s sleep if we each woke the other one up at least twice for some mix of making out like teenager, heavy petting, and another round of mutual orgasms until we both officially zonked out around 4 am.

  Yep. Best night ever, even if sleep wasn’t really involved.

  Giving myself one last deep stretch, feeling a few satisfying pops in my back and hip, I finally roll out of bed in search of the source of the heavenly smell. Not bothering to find clothes since there wasn’t anyone home I needed to worry about hiding from, I give myself permission to enjoy the rare freedom and pad down the hall and into the kitchen, still naked, where Charlie is busy cooking.

  I can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles out of me when I round the corner and see he, too, is still naked, except for a ridiculous apron with the image of a hairy chest screen printed on it that my sister gave me for Christmas a few years ago.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he says, turning toward me when he hears my laugh and flashing me a quick smile.

  “Morning,” I reply, stepping into the kitchen to kiss him, just a brief, chaste peck on the cheek.

  “Wait, is beautiful alright? Is that not something guys like?” The look of earnest concern on his face is ridiculously endearing, and I can’t help but lean in and press another soft kiss to his lips.

  “It’s great. Can’t say I’ve ever been called that before, but not sure I mind it either,” I answer with a grin, giving his ass a light slap as I step back to lean against the counter. He heaves a sigh of relief, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders as he flashes me another smile.

  “Sleep well?” he asks, turning back to the pan he’s minding on the stove.

  “Yeah, really good,” I answer. “Better than I can remember, actually. That is, once this horny asshole next to me finally wore us both out and let me sleep,” I say with a wink.

  A blush creeps up his chest and neck and blooms on his cheeks at my teasing, and it's fascinating to watch his skin flush like that, being able to track the progress across the expanse of his bare chest. Shit, I better get a handle on my wayward thoughts before other things start waking up for the morning, and we ruin breakfast by getting distracted.

  “Good,” he says through a shy smile before handing me a cup of coffee.

  I accept it and take a sip, savoring the rich, deep, and slightly sweet flavor of a perfectly brewed cup. Black, one sugar. Exactly how I like it.

  “How’d you know how I like my coffee?” I ask, a little surprised.

  “Just a lucky guess,” he chuckles. “Now go sit. I’m making you breakfast.”

 

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