Chapter 22 Jack #2
Judging his reaction, I kept this one slow and soft, barely licking over his lips with my tongue. He went with it, at first, then growled and rolled us. His erection pressed into mine, causing us to groan.
“I told you not to tease me.” Cal slammed his lips on mine.
With a gasp, I opened my jaw wide when he bit my lower lip, and then he took over my mouth.
Heads thrashing, we ate at each other like the first time.
He rubbed himself off on me, and I met him as best I could in our positions.
After enough of that frustration, I bucked and rolled us to be on top again.
Cal gripped my arm and pulled so I lost my balance, and then he was on top.
“I’ve got twenty pounds on you,” he snarled between kissing and biting my jaw. “Think you’re gonna win?”
“I’m winning regardless.” I slipped my hand into the back of his pants and squeezed his ass. “The real question is who’s topping who?”
Cal froze, then peeled back to peer down at me. “Oh, fuck.” Watching my face, lips parted, he gave a slow thrust of his hips. He shook his head but kept dry humping me. “I haven’t thought that far. I’m still wondering if this is a dream.”
I lifted and bit hard into his chest.
Cal grunted and growled, “Jesus.”
“Not a dream,” I said, then kissed his neck before settling onto the mattress, letting my hands fall to either side of my head.
“I …” Cal scanned every piece of me he could, rocking his hips slowly. “Fuck, Princess.” His movement increased, and his eyes slid closed. This time, it was Cal who rolled us, putting me on top.
I straddled his thighs, then made quick work of shoving our sweats and boxers out of the way until I could grab us both in one hand.
“You got lube?” I asked as I cautiously dry jacked us.
Cal snorted but reached and fumbled into his open bag until he latched onto a bottle of conditioner.
“What a Boy Scout,” I purred.
“Fuck you.” He tossed it back inside.
I chuckled, then spit, slow and purposeful, so it trailed right onto our waiting dicks. Then I jerked us both in earnest.
“Jack,” he moaned. “Holy shit, that feels good.”
I’d never done this, only watched it what felt like a million times. His veined, smooth cock brushed mine as we found a rhythm together and fucked into my pumping fist. He had one hand on my hip, gripping tightly, rubbing my thigh with the other.
I dropped my head back and got lost in the sensations, the building need, the warm tingles racing along my spine to my balls. He circled his warm hand over the top of mine and worked us with me. Our eyes met, words flying between us without a single sound.
Cal licked his lower lip, bit it, and hummed.
Yes, all that, yes. And me too.
We were good at this. Whatever this was. But could we be more?
I wanted it. Fuck, I so wanted it. Did he?
It didn’t take either of us long to get into panting and swelling territory. We had to hurry, anyway, before Ty and Nick showed up.
“Mmmm, yeah. You close?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Lift your shirt. I’m about to come all over you.”
“Do it,” Cal said, exposing his chest.
The second I caught a hint of that tattoo, my imagination licking and sucking on every line, I shattered in pulses of white streams.
“Shit. Fuck me,” I groaned.
“Absolutely.” Cal hummed and reached for his balls. With a tug, he came brilliantly. His neck corded with his straining. A quiet release compared to my own, but it wrung him out nonetheless.
Cal dropped his hands to the bed beside him as we caught our breath.
I hung my head, wiped out, and stared at his softening cock.
He was stunning, cut, as long as me, maybe slightly bigger around.
Veins and ridges called to my tongue. His tanned skin turned dark red near the tip, which held a small white bead.
Without thinking, I swiped it possessively with a fingertip and tasted him. Cal shivered, hooded eyes fixed on my mouth.
“Feel better?”
He nodded.
“Told you.”
He smirked. “Yeah, you did.”
“Feel like talking?”
The second I said it, he shut tight like a clam.
Nothing to talk about.
Not waiting around to be hurt, not wanting him to see how vulnerable I’d just made myself without realizing it, I tilted to scramble off him, but he grabbed my hips with faster reflexes and resettled me on top of him.
He kept his hands in place and rubbed his thumbs in slow circles over my skin, leashing me with the barest pressure. “I’d rather talk about us, not that other shit.”
Oh. Okay, I’d read that wrong. “Us?”
“Yeah. You know, you and me. It makes an us.”
I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes. “Are you come drunk?”
“I dunno what that means.”
“Are you saying shit because you’re high from coming?”
“Uh, no? I mean, I’m feelin’ good, but I’ve wanted to talk for a while.”
I sat rigid on his hips and crossed my arms over my chest. Come cooled on my hand, but I was loath to remove it just yet. “That so?” When he nodded, I raised a brow. “Talk.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“What is this?” Cal asked. “What are we doing?”
As much as I wanted to open for him, to give him the power, I couldn’t make the words form. “I dunno. You seem to like it, whatever it is.”
“Are you gay?”
I let my jaw drop. “Are you shitting me?” Cocks out, kissing each other like we couldn’t live without it, and he thought I was joking around with this?
“No,” he said with a straight face. “I mean, I dunno if I’m gay or bi. I know I like this. I think I like you too, even though I’m not sure how when all you do is bitch at me.”
Oh. Well, fuck.
The crack in the door of my soul pulled wide-ass open, and those walls tumbled with barely a sound. “Jesus, Cal,” I breathed and leaned closer to plant a simple kiss on his lips. “Yes, I’m gay.”
“Like, fully? You don’t like girls?”
“God, you’re cute, Princess.” I kissed him again and straightened. “Yes, completely gay. I’ve no interest in females at all. You think you’re bi?”
He shrugged. “Undecided. I dunno if guys do it for me, just you.” He winced. “Okay, maybe another guy, sort of, but really just you.”
“What guy?” I snapped too quickly.
He grinned. “Jealous?”
I scoffed and tried to move off him again, but he held firm.
“Don’t go,” he said softly, almost shyly.
I stared at him, uncertain of his tone. What was this? What was happening right now, right here? I hardly knew myself at this moment and certainly didn’t have the sense to know anything else.
“Please? You’re always runnin’ from me. Don’t this time. Okay?”
I nodded, but before I could respond—apologize or confess, I didn’t know—Ty barked a laugh from far too close.
I scrambled off Cal as he grabbed his bag and hustled for the bathroom.
I raced across the room, putting my clothes back in place as I went and thanking the builder for making this cabin so small.
The shower had just turned on, me situated on my bed, a second before Nick and Ty entered the cabin.
Ty flipped the light on, immediately seeking me with his eyes.
Nick shouldered past him. “You just layin’ here in the dark?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m beat. Those kids wore me out.”
Nick chuckled.
Ty eyed the crumpled blankets on Cal’s bed, the bathroom door, then grinned at me. “I’ve got a feeling you’ll sleep good tonight.”
“Only if you keep that fuck hole you call a mouth shut.”
Nick face-planted on his bed but chuckled softly. “Y’all are funny.”
Ty slapped my foot, a silent “You good?” in his raised brows.
I nodded.
Cal and I had more to talk about, more to admit, but for now, I was better, much better.