Chapter 26 Callum #2
“I’ll be back as fast as I can. Trust me.” With that, Ian spins around and sprints over to where the rest of the team is gathered, not like that’ll make his coach speak any faster.
Smiling to myself, I saunter out of the ballpark and back to our hotel, trying to keep myself from getting inappropriately hard in my jeans while letting my mind wander.
I’m getting what I want today—I came out to a bunch of people and nothing bad happened, and soon, I’m gonna get laid out and ravaged by my sex god of a boyfriend.
As soon as I’m in the room, I strip and head for the shower, getting myself nice and clean in preparation for getting downright filthy. Ian texts me as I’m toweling off, telling me he’s already on his way back, so I speed up.
I fish the handcuffs out of my backpack and fix the straps to the bedposts, leaving them draped on top of the sheets. He’s gonna be here any second now, so I flop onto the bed and cover my hard, impatient cock with a clean sock.
The lock clicks open as soon as I put my hands behind my head.
“Hey,” I say. “You kept me waiting.”
He stands frozen, his mouth open, eyes sweeping over my almost-naked body. He’s changed, and his hair is still damp from the ballpark shower, and he tears his gaze off me, darting to the black fabric above my shoulders.
He lets out a huff of laughter. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”
I reply with a shrug. “I wasn’t. Now are you gonna get your ass over here and do what you want with me?
Ian hisses in a breath, closing his eyes and smiling. “Man, I love you.”
Dropping his gear bag to the floor, he stumbles over, discarding his clothes in the process. He’s still in his boxer briefs by the time he reaches the bed, and I stick my arm out and yank them off, exposing his erection so I can give him a few firm strokes.
“Hands off,” he instructs. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”
“Yes, sir,” I tease.
He flicks me on the forehead. “Shut up. I’m not fucking sir.”
“Yeah, I got it backward. Sir’s fucking me.”
“Stop it and put your hands up.”
I pause. Since I'm mere seconds away from getting restrained, I want to get one last feel of his body, so I pull Ian down for a kiss.
Tangling my tongue with his, I let my hands roam across his skin, feeling the dick-stiffening curve of his ass under my fingertips and the hard ridges of his torso pressed against me.
He moans softly before pulling back, hooded lids covering smoldering eyes. “That's enough of that,” he says, reluctance in his tone. “Do what I told you.”
I comply, sticking my four limbs out, one toward each corner of the mattress.
Ian lets out a whispered curse of disbelief. “Jesus, you’re perfect like this.”
He runs his hands along my chest and up my arms, feeling them up and making my cock harden even more. Those strong fingers are nowhere close to my groin, yet I’m so turned on I’m already leaking.
“Same word as before. Moose,” he continues, pulling the first nylon strips toward my wrist.
“Got it.”
One by one, Ian loops the restraints around my wrists, fastening them tightly. Arousal surges through my body, and as he moves away to secure my feet, I bend my arms to test the cuffs, and I’m still able to move a fair distance.
I don’t have full movement, but I know for a fact that I could be a lot less mobile.
“I left a little give up there so you’d be comfortable,” he says. He’s finished tying my ankles to the legs of the bed, and same as with the wrists, there’s room for me to shuffle around. “Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I start, “but it might be a little too much.”
“Oh, you want me to untie your legs—”
“No. Tie them tighter. My arms, too.”
Ian’s mouth hangs open, maybe from surprise, or maybe from the fact that I cut him off mid-sentence. “Hold up.” He presses his lips together and smirks. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
My heart jolts with excitement, and I clear my throat. “Tie me up tighter. Make me completely fucking helpless.”
“Completely fucking helpless…” He trails off, still smiling.
“Yeah. I’ve wanted that for weeks. I just didn’t think to ask until now.”
I may or may not be stealing lines from the internet again.
“Holy shit, Cal, you’re so…”
“Freaky?” I supply. And suddenly, that word gets a whole new, better meaning.
“Oh yeah,” he says, chuckling. He winches the wrist cuffs tighter so they're right against the edges of the mattress, and then adjusts the ones around my feet to leave me, as promised, completely helpless.
I don’t think I’ve been hornier. Ever. Not even when I made myself hold back from jerking off. Because now, I want this with unfathomable intensity.
I twitch as Ian trails his fingers over my stomach, and he flattens his palms so they lie flat on my skin.
“Look at you,” he purrs, planting his hands on my chest and dragging them down to my thighs. “All this fucking muscle, and you’re still so vulnerable.”
He’s taunting me, too?
If those words weren’t enough, Ian gives my knees a quick squeeze, making me try to bend my legs out of instinct, only to be stopped by the amazing tightness around my ankles. All that does is remind me of how defenseless I am, in spite of my now-useless muscles.
Shit, I don’t know if I can take being this aroused.
Ian leans lower and places gentle, dry kisses down my stomach and around my groin, deliberately avoiding my aching erection.
I try to make it jump so it nudges him, in case he forgot about it, but all he does is give the underside a quick, unsatisfying lick before continuing to tease the daylights out of me.
“I’m kind of desperate here,” I complain.
“Good. Now shush. I’m in control, like you asked.”
Jesus.
He keeps at the teasing for who knows how long, making my dick throb and my breaths raspy with need.
When he sticks his tongue out and drags it under my cockhead, I pull at the restraints and let out a weak whine.
That tiny bit of contact feels outsized, drawing a heavy bead of precum from my slit.
It falls onto my core, and Ian proceeds to move up and lick it clean, making sure to brush my dickhead with his tongue while he’s at it.
“Needy?” he asks when I release a pleasured yelp. “Just how I like you.”
I don't have time to register that—he darts down and takes me into his mouth without warning, plunging my entire body into ecstatic bliss and making my balls contract with arousal.
Ian's blowjobs are downright ferocious. It’s impossible for me to clock how he achieves that electrifying balance of aggression and care that sends me into overdrive. Before long, I’m twisting around and flexing my thighs, ready to burst.
“Gonna come,” I grunt, and he pulls off.
My cock jumps in protest, and I thrust up to chase his mouth, but it's too far away.
“Okay, you're edging me again,” I say, hoping I’m right.
“You bet. Try to fight it. I bet you can’t.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Ian doesn’t reply, and he reaches into my bag and fishes out the bottle of lube. Instead of coating my shaft, he slicks a finger and nudges at my hole.
“Are you okay if I play with your ass a little?” he asks.
I nod, and he sticks his finger in. The sensation is unusual, and I scrunch my eyes closed for a second until it feels better. He curves up, which also feels weird, but not unpleasant at all.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yup. I’m still turned-on as hell.”
Ian starts sucking me again, bringing me back to the brink in seconds, and instead of letting him know like I always do, I keep my mouth closed and my body still.
Oh yeah, I'm close. I'm almost there. I'm gonna come so hard and he’s gonna be so freaking mad—
He pulls off with milliseconds to spare.
“Shit!” I yell. How the… I yank at the restraints and buck my hips up into thin air, my cock all but begging for attention it isn’t getting.
Ian lets out a curt laugh. “You thought you could sneak past me, didn't you? Unfortunately, your body doesn't lie.”
I stay quiet.
“So basically, a bunch of muscles clench when a guy’s about to come,” he continues, and I crook my neck to look at him.
“With a finger up your ass, I can feel that happening, which lets me know I have to stop.
You can try to stay quiet all you want, but your body's gonna tell on you every single time.”
Ian simply smiles. It's colder than usual, which sends a shiver down my back and makes me pulse. If there’s a fun, horny version of dread, that’s what’s crawling through my veins right now.
I handed control over to some kind of erotic supervillain.
“I think I’ll call it the asshole technique,” he muses. “Because, well, you have to be a certain kind of asshole to use it.”
Arousal clouds my judgment and opens my mouth. “Show me how much of an asshole you can be, Ian.”
He smirks up at me, parting his lips and darting his tongue out to lick them. “Be careful what you wish for.”
With that, he bends down, his finger still in my ass, and sucks me into his mouth. The sheer warmth pushes me back to the edge, and the slow drags of his soft tongue along the underside tips me so I’m leaning over it.
I don’t know how many times he denies me after that. It could be five. Or ten. Or a hundred. I lose count after three. My dick begs for release, my entire groin is blanketed in desperate static, and my jaw hangs open, halfway between delirium and pure, conscious arousal.
“Hey, hey, stay with me,” he says, shuffling up and cupping my chin. “Sheesh, your face is red as hell.”
Words are hard to come by, but I manage, “Need to come.”
He squeezes my cheeks, sending more heat surging through my body. “Nah.”
I let out a wail of protest.
“It sounds like you’re having too much fun,” Ian continues.
“You aren’t wrong.”
He tuts, running a gentle thumb under my dickhead that almost makes me shoot. “Tell me how much you like being helpless, Cal.”
I suck in a sharp, needy breath. “Holy shit, I’m in heaven right now.”
“Why’s that?”
“I like that I don't have control.”
“Almost there,” he teases.
Jesus. I hold back on giving myself up, but only for a second. Ian is Ian. He’s safe, and I trust him.
“I love the way you own me.”
He goes back down, his breath tickling the head of my cock, which makes my brain spiral with need. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Shutting my eyes, I thrust my head back into the mattress, letting out a weak moan. I’m bordering on overstimulated; I’m so pent-up, and there’s nowhere for any of it to go.
At least until Ian surprises me by enveloping my shaft with his molten fucking mouth, blanking my mind with sheer pleasure.
If he pulls back again, I'm gonna lose it. I’m saying moose if he does.
“Please,” I grit out.
“Hmm?” he hums, putting me in danger of shooting off.
“Please let me come,” I moan. “Please, I can't take any more.”
He hums again, the vibrations bringing me even closer to coming.
Powerless, I erupt after two little swipes of tongue against my cockhead.
All four of my limbs spasm, each trying to pull me in a different direction, but I still can’t move as the white-hot orgasm sears outward, down into my feet and coiling hard in my core.
Every single swear word in my vocabulary flies through my brain and out of my mouth, my voice catching in my throat as I begin the slow, euphoric descent back to reality.
I love the way you own me.
I said that, and I meant every single word. Outside of sex, Ian never would, and I wouldn’t let him, but when we’re in bed? Yeah, I’m handing him everything. He can have all of me and then some more.
The tightness around my wrists loosens, and I blink my eyes open. Ian undoes the restraints around my ankles, and again, I’m lost in the view of his round ass.
Then he turns back to me, showing off his front. I don’t know which side of him I prefer.
“Not to get all clinical, but what do you need from me right now?” he asks.
I don't even have to think. “Hold me. Please. Can you do that?”
His arms are around me not a second later, and my muscles dissolve even more. “Of course I can,” he says, pressing his lips to the top of my head. “I'm gonna take care of you.”
Duality of man, manifested in Ian being downright evil one second and a total sweetheart the next. I wouldn't have it any other way.
With Ian still gripping me, I rest on his chest and sigh.
It’s like my body melts, totally taken by this amazing, amazing man.
I still don’t think I deserve him, but he says I do, so I indulge that opinion of his.
He ruffles my hair and then plants a kiss in it—that’s a signature move at this point, and I don’t foresee ever growing tired of it.
I open my eyes, still blissed-out and boneless, and I focus on what’s in front of me.
Ian’s swollen, leaking dick.
He hasn’t come yet, and even though I’m totally spent, I can’t leave him hanging like a jerk.
I shuffle down and lick up his shaft, finishing at the tip where I know he’s sensitive.
He moans. “You don’t have to.”
I take the head in and give a firm suck, making him squirm. “But I want to taste you,” I say, pulling back. “And it sounds like you need to come.”
“Yeah, I do. Real fucking bad,” he concedes. “Shit. I'm so close already.”
This is no time to get any kind of sexy revenge on Ian for edging me out of my mind, so I take him to the back of my throat, clenching and sucking the way I did yesterday, over and over again.
When his balls tighten underneath my touch and his cock pulses in my mouth, I don’t stop, not even when he taps my head desperately and tells me that he’s gonna bust.
I relish in his gritty yell as he comes, and I swallow every rope of his salty release. It’s a little bitter, too, but I don’t care. It’s Ian’s.
It takes a few seconds for him to finish, and I slide off to take a swig of water.
“Holy fuck, Callum, that was amazing,” he wheezes. “Did you have fun being helpless?”
I snort. “Did you miss me whimpering like a total idiot, or what? I might as well change my major to astronomy because I saw every star in the damn galaxy.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s hands down the hottest thing we’ve done together.”
“Yet.”
My eyes fly open. “Yet?”
Ian stretches back on the bed, resting his head on his hands. “Oh, yeah. Trust me, we only scratched the surface. There’s a lot more the two of us can try.”
He shoots me a wink, and while that’d normally make me hard, I’m far too spent for any of that. I drag myself off the bed and into the shower again to scrub the sweat off, and when I return to the bedroom in sweats and a sweater, Ian’s on his phone.
And he’s squinting.
“Uh, Cal?” He clicks his phone off. “You know that picture the BUC paper posted of us?”
I nod, keeping my eyes fixed on his pretty face.
“It’s going viral.”
My heart jumps, and then it settles.
I don’t care like I would have even a month ago.
Letting out a chuckle, I walk over to the bed and join him. “Awesome. Let me see.”