Chapter 15 Ian #2
And that’s when it hits me. He’s shedding years of hiding, secrets, and repression, and he trusts me enough to do all that in front of me, and with me.
I deepen the kiss, and something in Callum unlocks as he places a firm hand in the small of my back.
A heady groan spills out of his mouth and into mine, followed by his tongue.
Warmth blooms in my gut and travels down, and we can’t keep ramping up like this in public, not if we don’t want to end up on some kind of list.
Even if I really wouldn't mind his hand going a tiny bit lower. He can squeeze my ass if that's what he wants.
He doesn't, and my hands travel along his body, slipping under his jacket and pressing against the fuzzy fabric of his shirt. I’m tempted to slide underneath and roam across his soft skin, but that'd be going a little too far.
“You’re not kidding about whenever, right?” Callum mumbles, pulling back. His pupils are blown, his lids are drooping, and I don't think I've seen a more kissable face than his.
I shake my head. “No way. Kiss me whenever and wherever you want.”
He freezes.
Wait, was that too much?
“Wherever?” Callum runs his tongue along his upper teeth in a move that fries even more of my self-control. “Are you sure?”
I huff. “Dude, I’m so sure. You take the lead.”
“Can we go back to yours and do that?”
Holy shit, yes.
Heat flashes in his eyes, and it’s unmistakable.
It’s want.
Callum got his first kiss out of the way. If he also wants to punch his V-card in the same night, I’d be honored to help. The mere thought of stripping him down, nestling myself between those thick, thick thighs, and getting my mouth on him is firing me the hell up.
“For sure,” I say, tamping down my inner horndog. Feeling bold, I stick my hand out, and he places his fingers over mine.
Everything tonight has been so tender—kissing, touching, and now holding hands, but it’s satisfying. Like the first tiny sip of a piping-hot bowl of soup you’ve been craving all day long. I could hold his hand forever.
But someone rounds the corner in front of us, and he drops it like hot coal. The absence, while totally understandable, is devastating.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “I’m still not used to other people seeing me like this.”
“Don’t worry about it. That just means we need to hurry up and get back to our place.”
It takes all of three minutes. I’d run if he was game, but I don’t want to tire him out. That’ll come later.
If I have things my way, Callum is gonna be wrung-out, gasping, and happily delirious by the end of the night. Man, I wanna make him feel so good.
I kick my shoes off and go right up to him, and his mouth lands on mine again.
My hands circle his back and pull him into me, and I don’t even think as I guide us to the bedroom, discarding our coats and my sweater on the way.
Still kissing, I lean against the footboard as I undo a button on his shirt, revealing more of that glorious chest and giving him the next move.
That next move consists of Callum tripping and launching us onto the bed. I land first, my back colliding against the mattress and he follows right after, making me sink into the bed under his amazing heft.
Yes, please.
He tries to push himself up, but I latch onto his firm back muscles and drag him down. My dick presses against my pants, and I make an involuntary thrust up as he lands back on top of me, his face falling next to my head.
Callum lets out a disbelieving snicker. “Do you want me to accidentally crush you?”
“Nah. I want you to do that on purpose. Let’s make out.”
The speed with which he lunges at me has to set a world record or something.
We’re kissing deeper than we were earlier, and Callum is a total natural.
He's messy, but that’s kind of the point.
He slides his tongue against mine so smoothly, I’m moaning like that tongue is working its magic somewhere else.
And the noises he’s making? They’re hot as hell.
Him grinding against me is even hotter, and him reaching for my waist is enough to end me.
“Wanna go further?” I grunt out.
He replies with an abrupt moan. “God, yes.” His hands make a pass along the bottom of my T-shirt. “You turn me on so much.”
I don't think I have a praise kink, but hearing Callum say that might have given me one.
“I need you.” Pressing up, I slam my mouth to his, needy and emboldened. “Want me to take this off?” I slide my fingers along his, curling them around the hem of my shirt.
“Yeah, do it.” His voice is sharp, clipping at the end of every syllable, and I chuckle. Oh, man, he’s as impatient as I am.
As soon as the fabric clears my head, my mouth is on his again, hot and rough. Now he’s the one on his back, and I straddle his waist, heaving myself up on top.
I’ve seen him shirtless exactly once before, and I’m dying for a repeat, except with my hands and mouth added to the mix.
As I run my hands down from his neck, my fingernails catch on his shirt, and I slip underneath, sparks shooting through me as I make contact with soft, bare skin and the thin fuzz on his stomach.
Jesus, I need his cock so bad—I bet he tastes like heaven. I wanna hear him moan while I suck him off and listen to his voice break as he unloads down my throat, curling his toes and grabbing my hair.
I reach down to stroke him over the top of his jeans, his breath catching in a gasp as my fingers land. Fuck me, he's packing.
I want to lose myself in his body. I want more, so much more.
And Callum…
Shit, he doesn't.
My eyes widen. Something is off. He’s stiff as a piece of driftwood. Breathless.
Reluctant.
Did I go too far and too fast with him, too?
“Callum, do you want to stop?” I ask. There’s no reply, but the hesitation in his wide eyes is clear as day. “Should we keep going?” I shuffle away to give him some space.
He shakes his head. “Sorry.” His voice is so quiet, it breaks me.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” I say, putting my shirt back on. “I shouldn't have pushed.”
“You didn't push me,” he says, and the stiffness in my jaw loosens a little. “But you want more.”
“If you don’t, that’s all I need.” I place a hand on Callum’s thigh to give it a quick rub, and his little smile returns, if a bit weak. And honestly, seeing this man smile might be better than sex. “You can take as long as you need—”
“I really want to, with you,” he says. “Just not tonight. I got… I don’t know. It was amazing, but I got nervous out of nowhere.”
“And that’s okay.” I don’t know what exactly to do, so I keep my arms open in the hopes that he lets me give him a hug. He sure could use one. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
That earns me a strained huff, and much to my relief, he falls into my arms. I close around him, and he sighs into my chest.
“Do I…” he starts, and sucks in a ragged breath. “Are you going to make me go back to the couch?”
“No!” I stop myself from tightening my grip, and Callum nudges into me, making my core ache.
“If you want to sleep on the couch, you’re always free to go, but I want you here.
I want you to stay.” Even though I loosen my grip, he stays still, so I bend down and plant a soft kiss in his cute hair while rubbing his back. “I’ve got you. You can stay.”
“You're so good to me, Ian,” he whispers. “Nobody ever has been.”
My heart splits even more, and when he wraps his strong arms around me, sighing into my chest, I have to blink back tears. I almost don’t want to believe it—nobody has treated him nicely? Ever?
“Why wouldn’t I be good to you?” I murmur. “You’re the best, Callum. You make it so damn easy.”