Chapter 16 Callum #2
Leaning forward, I return his smile. “You aren’t lying.”
It isn’t clear who moves first. Maybe it’s both of us closing the distance at the same time, and we press our lips together.
He tastes like heaven. It's sweet and sharp with the aftertaste of the electrolyte drink he was drinking, and I press my tongue deeper into his mouth because I can't get enough of him.
Keep it calm. Keep it fucking calm. I repeat that to myself as I brush my tongue along his teeth. I’m already giving in, but even I know not every kiss needs to be desperate. Slow can be sensual.
Oh, Jesus, Ian moans.
Why did he have to moan like that? My breath hitches, arousal clinging to the corners of my mouth.
Screw being slow. My whole body burns with a kind of need I never knew I'd get to feel, and my instincts take over, compelling me to bring a hand to the back of his head. I twist my fingers through his coarse hair, which gets him to straddle me, and now it’s his turn to breach my lips with his tongue.
It’s like he knows exactly how to decimate my self-control.
My breathing picks up as I embark on a greedy exploration of his mouth, noticing the low squeak he makes when I tease the top, and the rumbles from his throat that come whenever I run my tongue along his.
My arousal surges, coursing through every vein and concentrating in my groin.
So far, Ian has been a total saint, not bringing his hands anywhere close to there, so I make the decision for him and thrust upward.
Between the many layers of fabric, our hard cocks collide, and I can’t take any more.
I pull back. “Fuck, I want this so bad.”
“Same here. I want you.”
“Should I shower first?”
Ian waves me off. “Only if you want.”
I get a whiff of Ian, and as usual, his irresistible scent overwhelms me. I sure don't smell as good, so shower it is. Even if it has to be a fast one.
Wasting no time, I dash into the bathroom and strip, not even waiting for the water to heat up before jumping in. The icy jets suck the air out of my lungs while I lather in shampoo, and I'm already halfway through soaping myself up before the shower gets warmer.
Then I'm done. I step out, dry off, put on deodorant, and reach for my change of clothes…that I forgot to bring.
I eye the crumpled clothes on the floor and immediately decide against putting them back on, hooking my towel around my waist before marching out into the living room.
At least this time, I want Ian to see me undressed.
He does a double take and drops his jaw when I round the corner. “Jesus fuck, Callum. Get your sexy ass over here.”
Something unplaceable gives me the courage to straddle him.
Ian's eyes widen, and he grins up at me. “Someone's eager.”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
His fingers brush my chest. “Goddamn. You're almost too hot to be real.”
My dick stiffens under the towel, even though his hands are still on my torso.
Wait. Do I get turned on from being complimented? I don’t—
Okay, he’s kissing my chest, so nothing else matters. He's going lower—oh, god, he's going really freaking low.
“Don’t stop.” My voice cracks. “Please.”
“I wouldn't dream of it.” Ian chuckles onto my skin and kisses the hair above the towel, flicking his eyes up as he pauses. My vision goes blurry as my cock jumps. I need… Fuck, I need him to do something.
That something ends up being a hand to the small of my back.
He pulls me down and angles his face so our lips collide. I grin into the kiss, accommodating his wandering tongue, and I return the favor with some tongue action of my own. Hopefully smiling through the hottest experience of my life will stave off whatever nerves I got last night.
“Woah, you kiss like you're trying to claim a piece of me,” he says through a gasp of air. “You're amazing.”
That's one way to make me hungry for more. I pull him toward me, kind of like I actually am trying to claim a piece of him. I have no idea what the hell has gotten into me—I want Ian, and maybe him so clearly wanting me back has me feeling like I'm actually allowed.
“Can’t get enough of you,” I mutter, mindlessly skimming the bottom of his shirt with my fingertips.
Ian groans something unintelligible. It still sounds hot. “Want me to take my shirt off?”
“Yeah, oh my god.”
And he does. He sheds his T-shirt, and that body is as amazing as I remember.
His proportions are to die for—broad shoulders and chest, tapering down into a tight waist adorned with the same abs that turned my common sense off yesterday.
He's by far the hottest guy I've seen on campus.
I might be biased, but to me, nobody else comes close.
I grab onto Ian's thick arms, savoring the sweet resistance beneath my fingers, and try to make sense of the fact that this guy, this perfect fucking guy, wants me.
“You know, I like to think my face isn't half-bad, either,” he jokes.
My response is to kiss his chest, biting at his skin with depraved desperation. Ian grunts and bucks up, placing a finger under my chin and tilting my head so he can kiss me again.
It burns so good, and I’m on the road to full-blown obsession.
“Need you so bad,” I say, barely breaking the kiss.
“You call the shots,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you want.”
My heart jumps into my throat. Nerves prickle in my stomach again, but Ian's caring gaze and the warmth of his arms help to keep me grounded.
“What can I want?” I ask.
I want whatever Ian is willing to give me, nerves be damned.
He runs his hands down my sides. “I can jerk you off, suck your dick, you can bend me over—”
I chuckle, but my gaze falls to his full, parted lips as he darts his tongue out. All I can imagine is how they’d look wrapped around me, and how unreal his hot, wet mouth might feel.
Heat surges down my spine and into my balls.
“Can you use your mouth?” I ask.
He smirks. “What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you.”
I groan and suck in a breath before letting my words out. “Please, Ian. Please suck my dick.”
He reaches down, flashing those poster-worthy teeth at me. “My god, yeah. I wanna find out how fucking good you taste.”
With slow, teasing fingers, he palms my aching hard-on through the towel before slipping underneath the fabric and curling around my length. Shivers shoot up my back, and I can't take any more.
“Please take your pants off,” I say. “I want to see all of you.”
Ian shuffles around underneath my thighs to slip his sweats off. My breath catches as I trace my gaze down along his abs, over the neatly trimmed swath of hair below his waist, and onto his full, uncut dick that's pointing straight up at me.
This man is hotter than I could have ever imagined, and he wants to suck my dick.
I push the towel off, freeing my erection, and Ian scoffs, smiling wide while recoiling like he got shot.
“Jesus fuck, Callum,” he mutters. “What did they feed you out in Wisconsin?”
I try to reply, but I can't—Ian nudges my leg up and plants me on the couch, and he proceeds to get on his knees before licking a firm line up my shaft, which shuts my thinking off.
His tongue is warm enough to send shivers into my core, and when he clasps a hand around me, I have to suck a breath in to ground myself.
He slides up my length, pressing his thumb to the tip to spread a drop of wetness around. That alone is enough to make me grit my teeth and press my hips forward into his touch.
“I'm really sensitive,” I warn him.
That’s met with a gentle hum. “Perfect. God, you're so… Fuck, I need your cock.” Ian hovers in front of my crotch, his breath hot on the head. The wait is brutal, but finally, finally, he inhales a gulp of air before—
Holy. Fuck.
Sheer, unadulterated bliss slams through my body as soon as he closes his lips around me, and I wrangle back a visceral moan, constraining it into a tight gasp. I grab onto a couch cushion, trying to steady myself, but it's no use.
This is downright unbelievable.
I had no idea I was capable of feeling anything close to what I am now. I’m panting, barely holding on, and my throat is tight with the noises I’m pushing down.
Then Ian slides off, leaving me aching for more. “Don’t hold back, Cal. I wanna hear you lose it.” With that, he slips me into his mouth again, and everything I was keeping down escapes at once in a loud, ragged groan.
Ian slicks me with practiced swipes of his tongue, making my head fall back, and then, oh fuck, he does something with his throat that encases my dick in the most delicious, mind-melting sensation I've ever experienced, and I swear I see galaxies.
He does everything on repeat, keeping my dick so freaking wet and twisting his hand around. It’s like he's unscrewing my body and dismantling me into a million tiny pieces.
“Ian, how are you doing this?” I grit out, and he doesn’t reply. He simply flicks his eyes up to mine and smiles around my shaft, not stopping for even a second. I'm swearing, grunting, and making a complete fool of myself, but I don't care. I'm going to come so fast, I might set a record.
“Fuck,” I pant, and Ian makes eye contact again. The sight of his reverent, tear-dampened gaze almost makes me lose it right there. “I'm so close.”
He doesn’t let up—he’s in complete control, I’m giving it to him, and he’s rewarding me with goddamn euphoria.
The more I let myself go, the more he makes up for it, making my balls tighten with every disarming second that passes.
“Oh, god, I—”
That sentence catches in my throat as he sucks hard, and I spill the most intense, brain-wiping orgasm of my life into his hot mouth. He swallows around me, making my body seize up, the climax blanketing me in total pleasure.
Every single one of my muscles clenches as I ride the high, only relaxing when the short, sharp waves recede. My god, I've been missing out big time.
Ian drags off of me, popping off my softening dick and leaning backward. He wipes his mouth with one hand while stroking himself with the other, and before I can offer to help, he comes onto his abs with a garbled moan.
“Fuck, that was good,” he mumbles, wiping himself off with the towel on the floor. “Did you have fun?”
“Holy crap.” That’s all I can manage.
Ian slips his clothes on and settles next to me. I reach down and pull a pair of my sweatpants out from under the couch, and he nudges my head under his outstretched arm, giving my hair a few gentle scratches as I lie down and relax into his lap. It’s comfortable.
At least until it isn't.
That familiar feeling of sick, thorny shame twists in my gut as I close my eyes and try to shut it out. Without thinking, I latch onto Ian even tighter and try to steady my heartbeat while shoving the little voice in my head aside, the one telling me that I'm wrong for liking this.
It isn't even because it was with another guy. At least that's not the biggest part.
It's because I had sex and dared to enjoy myself.
“Hey there.” Ian’s soothing voice cuts through the fog in my head. “Whatcha thinking about?”
“Nothing.” I take a shallow breath. “I never feel great after this kind of stuff. Perks of growing up how I did.”
He doesn’t reply straight away, but he holds me tighter. The bundle in my stomach is still present, but it shrinks.
“I don’t know what to say to make it better, but there’s a reason why we get horny and have sex and why it feels so good.” He gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “It’s because it’s natural. Some people don’t crave it, but if you do? There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Yeah, the last half hour solidified that I’m firmly in the “craves it” camp.
“I know there's nothing objectively wrong with sex,” I reply. “But emotionally, I don't know. It's weird—I had to hide the fact that I even thought about sex for so long, and I can’t just turn that off now that I’m free from my parents.”
“And that's okay. I can't relate to what you're going through, but I'm here for you whenever you need me.”
My face flushes as I interpret Ian's overwhelming kindness in a completely different, dirtier way. I'm a mess, but embarrassment beats shame any day of the week.
“Feeling better?” he asks.
“Yeah, actually. I don’t think I’ve recovered this quickly before, after, you know.”
“Coming?” Ian supplies.
I snort. “Yeah. After coming. It’s getting better over time as I’ve let myself do more, uh, sexual things.”
“Is that so?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So you’re saying lots and lots of exposure therapy helps, right?”
Rolling my eyes, I swat him across the chest, even though that little injection of humor was what I needed.
“Too soon?” he asks.
“No, you’re fine. I wasn’t saying that, but I won’t say no to more of this.”
“Lucky for you, I love giving head.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Especially when the guy moans the way you do. It's fucking hot.”
Heat creeps up my neck, even though Ian’s generosity seriously benefits me.
I press harder against his body, and he reaches behind the couch to drag the folded covers over us.
The sheer warmth seeps right to my core, making me yawn.
He simply tightens his arm and gives my back a gentle scratch, saying nothing but communicating pure care.
It’s impossible not to feel tired when I feel so safe.
“Is it rude to fall asleep after sex?” I ask through a yawn.
Ian snickers. “No, it isn’t. Not at all. Snooze away, hot stuff.”