21. Chapter 21 - Paxton
One bed. I swallowed hard, tension ratcheting up in my body, my stomach trembling with nerves—not because I wished we had two beds, but because of the potential for what could possibly happen in that one bed. I wanted it more than I cared to admit.
“Well, I’m going to hop in the shower, if that’s okay.”
I turned to Callum, who’d put his overnight bag on the floor next to the bed, and nodded slowly.
“Unless you want to go first?”
I chuckled, hoping it sounded relaxed. “No, go right ahead.” I took my bag to the other side of the bed and toed my shoes off. “I was going to shower tomorrow morning, anyway.”
“Great.” His voice was tight. A moment later, he’d disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door firmly behind him.
I sat on the bed and tried to get comfortable, pulling out my phone to scroll mindlessly while he showered.
The sound of the shower turning on did things to my insides and made me squirm.
As I sat there, I became hyperaware of the fact that Callum was in the next room, naked, hands gliding over his slick, wet skin as he washed himself.
My throat tightened and my dick hardened as I thought about him being just on the other side of the wall.
I shifted where I sat and I palmed my cock through my jeans, pressing the heel of my hand against it and unsuccessfully willing my erection to go away.
I wondered how long he’d be, and if I had time to jerk off before he finished up.
Not likely. Definitely not worth the risk of getting caught.
Before I could agonize any further, the shower turned off. My throat felt tight again as the bathroom door opened. Callum stepped out, a towel wrapped firmly around his waist, his skin still damp and slightly red from the heat of the shower. I inhaled sharply.
“I forgot to bring clean clothes in there with me,” he explained.
I just nodded, unable to tear my gaze from his body. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He made his way to the side of the bed and I forced myself to look away, down at my phone, desperate to do anything I could to keep from tipping him off. Cal grabbed some clean clothes from his bag and hurried back into the bathroom without another word.
My heart raced, thudding hard in my chest. I wanted him, I knew that much.
I sat there, caught up in my thoughts, until he emerged from the bathroom again, freshly showered, his dark brown hair tousled and damp, his face clean-shaven.
He must have left his glasses in the bathroom, because he wasn’t wearing them now.
He ran his fingers through his hair to tame it a little and came to stand at the end of the bed.
Don’t be a coward. Just do something. I stood and moved to stand in front of him.
He gave me a nervous little smile, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Hi.”
Do it, I told myself. Without hesitating any further, I placed one hand on Cal’s jaw, the other one going to his hip and pulling him close. A second later, I leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. “Hi.”
His cheeks turned a rosy pink and he hummed softly, leaning into my touch.
“Is this okay?”
“Better than okay.”
I kissed Callum again and his arms wrapped around me as he parted his lips, letting me slide my tongue inside his mouth and along his own.
Heat quickly built between us, the kiss becoming more intense, more frantic, until we were tugging each other’s shirts off and discarding them on the floor.
As soon as the shirts were off we came together again, kissing hungrily.
I moved my hands to unfasten his jeans and his breath hitched as they hit the ground.
He moved away to pull the last of his clothes off and as he did, I stripped down, too.
In seconds, we were both naked. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could speak, I put a hand on his chest and pressed him backwards until he sat on the bed.
Cal grinned and scrambled back onto the bed until he was near the pillows.
I took it as my cue, and practically pounced on him.
In the next moment, I was crawling on top of him, our bodies pressed together, both of us hard and leaking precum as I captured his mouth with mine and we rutted against one another.
Callum’s hands moved to my back, fingers pressing firmly into the muscle as he held me tightly, before sliding down to grip my ass.
That drew a deeper moan from me and I thrust against his hip.
Callum removed his hands from my ass and placed them on my chest, shoving me insistently until we switched places and he was straddling me as we kissed again and again.
“Fuck,” I murmured when he finally took my cock in one hand and stroked it slowly, running his thumb through the precum gathered at my slit.
He grinned wickedly and pressed a kiss to my jaw before moving lower, kissing down my body, stroking my aching cock at the same time.
He dragged his tongue across each of my nipples, pulling soft little moans from me.
As he made his way down to my stomach, he released my cock from his grip, moving lower until he was eye-level with it.
After just a moment’s hesitation, he glanced up at me, seemingly waiting for permission.
“Can I?”
I nodded frantically. “Please.”
With that, he moved lower, taking just the head of my cock into his mouth. My eyes fluttered shut as he dragged his tongue across the sensitive underside, making more precum leak from me.
“More,” I whispered.
Cal took my cock fully into his mouth then, sliding down as far as he could, gripping my shaft with his fist. Gradually, he began to bob his head, sucking and stroking, tongue sweeping over the crown.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck.”
He hummed his approval and continued working my cock, and as he did, my hands found their way into his hair, gripping the sides of his head and gently tugging while he sucked me.
I thrust into his mouth as the heat began to build in my gut, Callum stroking and bobbing faster, continuing to let out soft hums that signaled his own pleasure.
“God…” I swallowed hard, eyes shut tight. “I’m so close.”
Cal moaned around my cock, moving his free hand to stroke my balls, which sent me past the point of no return. I let out a long groan as I came, unloading into his mouth with a string of curses.
He swallowed, continuing to stroke me into his mouth until I was completely drained. When he was sure I was done, he pulled away and sat up, moving back up the bed until he was lying next to me.
“Come here.” I shifted us until he was straddling me before hauling him down for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, thrusting my tongue against his, relishing the taste of myself on him.
His cock was rock hard, pressed between us, against my stomach and he gave a few small thrusts against me.
I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock as he sat up a little, and stroked very slowly, dragging my hand to the tip and caressing the crown, which was slick and wet with precum.
He groaned, and it ended on a broken whimper, Callum reaching for himself before letting his hand fall away. “Please. I need…”
I released my grip on him and took his hand, guiding it back to his erection. “Yeah?” I breathed. “Touch yourself. Show me.”
Cal moaned softly as he began, slow at first but picking up pace quickly, his gaze locked on his cock between us as his hand moved, his hips thrusting into his fist at the same time.
“Shit,” he muttered. “I’m…”
“I want to see it.”
Another whimper escaped him as he stroked faster. I reached up and slid a hand to his hip, then lower, to cup his ass. I wanted more of this, more of him, my cock beginning to fill again as I watched him coming apart on top of me.
“Come on. Come all over me.”
Callum’s gaze flicked up from his hand to meet my own eyes. It seemed to be all he needed. He let out a feral groan as his orgasm exploded from him, shooting bursts across my stomach and chest.
As his cock finished pulsing, he gave it one last slow stroke before letting his hand fall away. He took a steadying breath before sitting up and sliding off of my thighs to sit next to me on the bed, chest still heaving.
“Hey,” I murmured, reaching for him. He felt so far away and my chest clenched tight with a feeling I couldn’t name. Anxiety, maybe.
When he looked at me, his expression softened and he lowered to stretch out next to me, rocking toward me for an unhurried kiss. We both let out soft noises as we kissed, little moans and quiet exhales as our heart rates slowed to normal.
After a long time, Cal pulled away and gave me a tender look. “I should…” He gestured toward my body where I was still covered with his release. “Probably should get you a towel.”
I chuckled and shrugged. “Could be worse.”
Callum got up and made his way to the bathroom to wash up.
A few moments later, he returned with a warm, wet towel for me, but instead of just handing it over, he tenderly wiped my chest and stomach clean.
It made my heart ache, the thorough way he took care of me, the soft look in his eyes, the gentle caress of his fingertips over my now-damp skin.
When he was satisfied, he took the washcloth to the bathroom before returning to me.
I was warmed when Cal climbed back onto the bed with me and pressed against my side, and my heart fluttered as I put my arm around him. I traced my fingertips lightly over his skin as I held him close, and we lay quietly for a long time.
Finally, I found the courage to speak. “Are we…” My voice faltered as I ran out of steam. I didn’t know how to ask him what I really wanted to know. Was that okay? Would you like to do it again? Are you really leaving in less than a week?
He pressed a kiss to my chest and nodded, sighing. “Yeah.” Another long moment of quiet passed. “Should we get dinner?”
I swallowed the questions and forced a smile. “Definitely. I’m starving.”