Chapter 21 Ian #2
That's when I get a fucking tsunami to my face.
“Hey, not fair!” I sputter through more torrential bursts of chlorinated water. He’s having fun now, hurling wave after debilitating wave at me. I try to push back, but Callum has the size advantage.
So if I can’t win by sheer force, I’ll have to be strategic.
I reach out of the tub to flick the lights off, and I submerge myself, making Callum look around for me in the darkness.
When he turns away, I breach the surface and lunge, grabbing his wrists and holding them tight behind his back. He yells and wriggles around, trying to free himself, but he's stuck.
“Not so strong now, are you?” I tease, biting at his defined back muscles because I'm shameless and can't help myself.
And Callum…gasps?
I peek around his body. He's hard. Very, very fucking hard.
Oh. Oh my god.
“Say the word, and I’ll let you go,” I say, keeping my tone lighthearted.
His reply is anything but light. “Okay, this is gonna sound so weird, but I don’t want you to let go.”
Alright, he likes being restrained.
Arousal floods me. Callum is a gift that keeps on giving—if he wants to be tied up, I have a pair of cuffs at home that I’ve been itching to use on someone for ages.
Still gripping his wrists with my right hand, I move around to face him, trailing a single finger along his thigh, up his stomach, over his chest, and onto his throat, savoring the gulp he takes.
“Oh, man,” I say through a grin. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun with this.”
“Huh.” That’s all he says before he bites his tongue, sticking it between his teeth. Hot damn, I never thought I’d find nerves to be cute as heck, but here I am.
I release his wrists, and we sit back down. “Did we, like, naturally discover your freaky side?”
“I kind of sensed a pattern,” he says quietly. “I get super turned on when you hold my arms down as a joke.”
Holy Jesus motherfuck, he's got it bad.
I walk my fingers up his thigh, and he sighs through a smile.
“Hmm, kinky Callum has a ring to it,” I say, sliding into the warm divide between his thigh and his groin.
For added measure, I brush my fingertips along the length of his hard cock.
He stays silent, his eyes tracking my movements, and before he can say anything, I sling a leg over his lap to straddle him again, putting my weight on him as I press up against his eager mouth for a kiss, how he says he likes it.
The heavy, satisfied moan he makes into my mouth only gets me to deepen the kiss and press harder into his body. If this is what he wants, I’m gonna indulge him.
“Uh-huh, this definitely turns me on,” he says after pulling back for air.
I just smirk back at him. “You know I’m still being gentle, right?”
“You can be less gentle than you think you need to be. I like the idea of you being in complete control.”
Jesus fuck. We need to get out of the hot tub and into the bedroom, stat.
“I’m gonna get off of you now so we can have some fun.” I do just that. “Don’t splash me again, or else I’ll tie you to the bed.”
Guess what—he splashes me again.
When I finish sputtering, I get right up in Callum's smirking face. “Oh, you’re asking for it now, aren’t you?”
His response is to brush his raging hard-on against mine, and whatever the horny equivalent of seeing red is, I see it.
“Alright, you kinky fucker,” I say, hauling myself out of the pool. “It’s shower time and then sex time. Don’t keep me waiting.”
With that, I run the outdoor shower, waiting and shivering until it’s warm enough to step in. Beckoning Callum to join me, I give myself a quick wash, and I’m all done by the time he steps under the jets.
“Here, let me get my hands on you,” I say.
He nods, and I trace all over his expansive back, along his front, and down into his crotch.
“Mm, yeah, I really don’t want to suck on chlorine,” I say, sliding my hand to his shaft. “I have to make sure you taste good.”
“I think I’m—fuck,” Callum grunts through his teeth, “clean enough down thereeee.” He drags out that last syllable as I give him a solid jerk.
I stop, chuckling. “Okay, I’ll take your word for how clean you are.”
I shut the water off and toss a towel to Callum, drying myself quickly and darting inside to my bedroom.
He’ll follow in a few seconds, and I have to be creative since I didn’t bring any proper gear with me. If only I’d known about Callum’s secret kinky side while packing, I would have thrown the handcuffs into my backpack along with some fun toys.
Ooh, I should work him over with a stroker sleeve sometime. I bet he'd lose his mind.
Focus, Ian. I have ten seconds to improvise some bondage that won't give him gangrene.
While I don’t have any handcuffs, I do have a pull-up bar for him to grab. That’ll have to do.
Callum walks in as I’m latching it to my open bedroom door, and I motion for him to hold on.
He does. I don’t even have to say anything.
“Good boy,” I coo.
He scoffs, but he doesn’t let go.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go down,” I start. “I’ll make you feel good on my terms, and you won’t let go. How does that sound?”
Callum gulps, a small, excited smile curling at the edges of his lips. “Perfect. Like, don't hurt me or anything, but don't hold back too much.”
Kissing his shoulder, I savor the soft warmth of his skin. “I’d never hurt you, babe. If it gets too intense, say, uh, moose, and I’ll stop.”
“Moose?”
I snicker. “Yeah, because we’re in Maine and whatever. The more random a safe word is, the better.”
He nods, and I sink to my knees, giving that firm dick a strong tug. Callum inhales sharply, still holding onto the bar and letting out a whispered cuss.
That whisper turns into a rumbling grunt the second I wrap my lips around his cock, sucking hard. With how delightfully sensitive Callum is, I know I could get him off in under two minutes, but I don’t, choosing instead to pull away when he says he's about to bust.
“Ian, fuck!” he hisses, arching his back and thrusting his helpless dick into thin air. “I was—why'd you stop? I was about to come!”
The sight of him all desperate goes right to my balls, and I smirk up at his betrayed face.
“I stopped because you were about to come.” My tongue stretches out to make the slightest teasing contact with Callum's tip, making him hold his breath.
“It's called edging, and you're only gonna nut when I say you can.”
“That sounds so painful and so hot.”
Awesome. “Do you trust me?”
He nods hard. “I’d trust you with anything.”
I dip my head and start sucking his perfect cock again, hiding the blush that I feel in my cheeks. Going all fuzzy over Callum handing his trust over isn't high on the list of dommy activities.
Being a little shit and edging his fucking brains out is.
When he begins to shake again, I slow down and smile around his length. As much as I miss the feeling of his fingers in my hair, hearing his little gasps and moans more than makes up for that.
“You okay?” I ask, pulling back.
“Yeah. God, this feels so good.” Callum’s eyes are rolled back, and his mouth is slack, so I might not have needed to ask in the first place. “I really want to touch you.”
I tut at him. “Hey. I won’t let you come if you stop holding on. Be good.”
“I will. Fuck.”
He swears some more when I go back down on him, and I drink in the sweet sound of Callum’s needy, labored breaths.
“I want to come already,” he groans when I yank myself away again.
“Shut up and stop being greedy.” Yeah, that’s a little mean, but it’s all part of the act.
He lets out a frustrated noise. I flick my eyes up, and the sight of his flushed face silently pleading me to keep going makes me think I'm gonna come hands-free.
I wet my mouth and suck him as deep as I can, making him throb hard as my lips stretch to their limit, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.
“Please,” he mutters.
“Hmm?” I twist my fist as I bob my mouth back and forth, a little slower than how he likes it.
“Make me come, please—” Callum cuts himself off with a grunt when I clench around his head, and when he pulses against my lips, I don't stop.
Then, when I flick my tongue along that hyper-sensitive ring below his cockhead, he whimpers.
A helpless, full-throated, from-the-stomach whimper.
I've never… Shit, I've never made a guy whimper before, and Jesus, I have to hear that again so I can burn the sound into my brain for posterity.
I run my tongue over the same area. Same fucking result, a little quieter this time, but no less intoxicating. Callum shakes too, and I smile around him, savoring the sound of his heavy breaths and the feeling of his cock begging me to continue.
I’ve only brought him to the edge five times, and he’s already like this. The possibilities, if he's down for more, are endless.
Humming, I slowly resume my previously scheduled programming and make firm drags along Callum’s length with my lips. He bucks his hips forward within seconds, and I swallow around his climax as he yells and pours his load into me. It’s warm and thick and everything I need.
I savor the way his softening dick still quivers after his orgasm crests, and I bring my right hand down to jerk myself off, keeping Callum in my mouth. My groin burns with need, and it takes under a minute for me to come hard.
Breathless, I pull off and lie on the cool floor, staring up at his flushed torso.
“Can I let go now?” he asks.
“Oh my god, of course,” I reply. “Sorry, I should have—”
“It’s fine. I liked that you had control.”
I scramble to my feet, shrugging. “Yeah, I could kind of tell with your wild moaning.”
“Shut up.” He tries to cover his face with his hands, but I hug him and trap his arms instead, resting my face in his chest. “I really lose it when I’m with you, don’t I?”
“And I’d say that’s a good thing,” I reply. “Once this week is over, your version of losing it is gonna be totally normal.”
Scoffing, he brings his hands to my back and squeezes. “That’s ambitious.”
“Mmm. Maybe I’ll pin your wrists to the bed and ride your big, needy cock until you run out of cum.”
Shit, I haven’t bottomed in over a year. I shouldn’t bite off more than I can chew.
“Okay, that sounds hot,” he says quietly. “But I don’t know if I want to be on either end of that. Like, I’m good with experimenting down there and stuff, just not, uh, full anal?”
That’s fine by me. I can just suck him dry instead.
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” I reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We don’t have to figure anything out now. We can play it by ear—”
Callum’s stomach rumbles, and I snicker.
“Someone’s hungry,” I say, smirking at him and rising to my feet. “Sit tight. I’m gonna make us some dinner.”