Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
DIEGO
Callan’s hands slide under my shirt, and I moan around his tongue.
I don’t know how we got from me trying to tell him I’d be a shit boyfriend to this, but I’m not mad about it.
How could I be when he’s kissing me like I’m oxygen and he’s desperate to breathe me in?
Our tongues tangle and our lips find a frantic, hungry rhythm against each other as we stumble blindly out of the kitchen, tearing at each other’s clothes.
Fuck the dishes—they can wait until tomorrow.
Right now, I need us to get lost in each other.
I need naked, sweaty, horny things and I need them with Callan.
No one else. I groan against his lips and tug his shirt up until we’re forced to break the kiss so I can take it off.
We’re both breathing heavily, both smiling, with damp, swollen lips.
I toss his shirt aside and it lands next to the sofa where Slapshot is fast asleep, recovering from all the socializing he did today.
“This means we’re exclusive, right?” I wrap my arms around him and continue backing him down the hallway towards my bedroom. “No slutty fun at the club with Fender when I’m on the road?”
I keep my tone light, but jealousy claws at my chest and makes me drag him in for another hard, needy kiss. He rumbles a laugh against my lips and tangles his fingers in my hair, bumping his nose against mine, both of us breathing heavily into the same half inch of space.
“I’m all yours, Fergie. That goes both ways though, right? You’re not going to be tempted by any puck bunnies wearing your jersey or closeted players on rival teams slipping you their room key after the game?”
“Nobody else,” I promise. I’m sure there will be temptations, but I’ve never had a wandering eye, and I can’t imagine anyone coming close to the way he makes me feel.
I don’t know what it is about Callan, but the minute I laid eyes on him in that bar, I was drawn to him even though I had no way of knowing what this would turn into.
He makes me feel seen and like it’s okay to be myself, whoever that turns out to be.
“Good,” he growls, sliding his hands down to grab my ass, playfully wrestling me backward. I laugh and fight him a little, just for the fun of feeling the strain in my muscles and the power of his as we tussle and kiss.
If I let myself, I think I can see a future with him.
Maybe a house outside the city with a small yard so we can get another dog or two together, and space in the garage for my car.
We can take weekend camping trips up north in the summer.
Hell, we could get a cabin on a lake somewhere and spend hot nights under the stars with no one else around for miles.
My heart thunders and a big, heavy, incredible feeling swells in my chest. I fucking want that.
I tug on his shorts as we stumble into my bedroom. My knuckles drag against his hot skin, and he groans into my mouth again.
“I want you here in my bed when I’m on the road,” I murmur against his lips, dragging his shorts down low on his hips and sliding my hands around to grab his granite ass cheeks. His shorts slide down farther, and his cock slips free between us.
“Yeah? Doing what?”
“Sleeping.” I cant my hips to grind my cock against his, my clothes still in the way, but not enough to completely mute the hot, hard feeling of his erection. “Jerking off in one of my t-shirts because you miss me so fucking much.”
He moans and shoves his shorts the rest of the way down, kicking them off before he pushes me backward onto the bed. I pull him down with me, our bodies colliding and our kiss getting deeper and more feral.
“You can count on that,” he murmurs with another laugh. “It’ll just be me and my hand, waiting around for you to get home.”
We fumble to undress each other, rolling our hips and gasping into each other’s mouths as the hard length of my dick drags against his. Callan tugs my shorts down and my bare cock finds his, hot and aching, both of us sticky with precum.
“I want you to fuck me.” I’ve been thinking about it since that night he rimmed me, wanting to know what it would feel like to come with his cock inside me. “Bare,” I add, and he groans.
“When I’m here jerking off all alone, I’m going to be thinking about that sentence, and I guarantee I won’t last.”
I laugh, and my body moves against his, his silky cock dragging along mine.
“Lube is in the drawer.” He already knows damn well where I keep the lube, but I’m feeling jittery and just a little nervous.
Fuck, I want him though. I want everything with him. I brush my fingertips over his damp, swollen lips and he puckers up to kiss them, then smirks and stretches towards the nightstand, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath.
I drag my tongue along the curve of his neck and Callan moans.
With the lube in hand, he wraps his arm around me and rolls us over, pulling me on top so I’m straddling his thighs, our cocks still pressed together.
He uncaps the lube and drizzles some between us, slicking our cockheads and down our shafts as we grind against each other faster.
He squirts more onto his fingers, then reaches around to slide them between my cheeks.
His slippery fingertips ghost over my hole and my cock jerks against his, my insides clenching at the memory of his fingers inside me, making me come harder than I ever have before.
“Put your fingers in me,” I grunt, arching my back to grind against his fingers as he pets my rim with maddeningly gentle strokes.
He rumbles a laugh and shoves two fingers inside me without any more warning.
I gasp and my hole stretches, twitching around his fingers as my body tightens.
When I remember to breathe again, my body relaxes and his fingers slide an inch deeper, stroking over that hot, trembling spot he found last time.
“Fuck,” I gasp, sitting up instinctively, trying to get more of him. Thicker, harder, deeper. I groan and brace my hands on his hard pecs, bouncing on his fingers with my cock slapping between us.
“Ready for the real thing?” He grabs his cock in his other hand, standing it upright so it slides between my legs, nudging my sac and settling inches from his fingers inside me.
“Fuck me,” I demand again.
Callan slides his fingers out, and I shift my hips so his crown nudges my hole, then I sink down.
It’s so much thicker than two fingers, stretching my hole to the point of aching as I adjust to the feeling.
He sits up a little, shifting me deeper onto his cock and bringing our mouths back together.
It’s more trading hot breaths and clumsily pressing our lips together than actual kissing.
I roll my hips, shifting until his cockhead hits that same spot his fingers did, making things deep inside me clench and heat.
He digs his fingers into my hips, and we find a wild rhythm that matches our harsh breathing.
My cock slaps against my stomach with every thrust, throbbing without being touched, pulsing with heat every time Callan slides deep.
I don’t feel like I’m in control of the way my hips jerk, a primal part of my brain taking over, chasing the building feeling in my gut, tightening and tightening.
“Fergie,” he groans, nipping at my bottom lip.
“Dude,” I mutter with a baffled moan, trying to figure out how anything can feel this fucking good.
Callan moans again and slides his tongue between my lips.
My body tightens and the feeling in my gut swells, rushing over me until I’m trembling and groaning wildly around his tongue.
I can’t believe I’ve called anything an orgasm before this.
It’s not even in the same fucking universe.
My eyes roll back and my hole clenches hard around his cock, pulsing with an orgasm that leaves me gasping, my cum splattering between us, painting his stomach and mine, my fingers digging into his pecs hard enough to leave bruises as I ride him.
He slams his hips against mine and makes a guttural noise, grinding his cock deep and filling me with his cum.
My balls clench with one last dribble of cum, and I collapse against his chest, out of breath and shaking. His cock slips out and I catch the last of his orgasm against my tender rim, and my insides flutter even though I’m spent.
CALLAN
It takes a few minutes for our breathing to slow, Diego’s body relaxing on top of me a little at a time, like he’s not sure at first if I can take his weight. Please, he’s like the perfect weighted blanket. I run my fingers through his sweaty hair and hum with satisfaction.
Together. Exclusive. It’s definitely a better ending than I thought tonight would have. I can’t think of anything better, actually.
“You know, you don’t have to wait until I’m on the road to move in here,” he murmurs, and my fingers go still in his hair.
“What?” I laugh.
“I’ll be so busy once the season starts, I want to see as much of you as I can now. Is that crazy? Is it too fast?” he asks while I’m still trying to process the question.
He wants me to move in with him?
I just got him to agree to give a relationship without a deadline a shot and now he wants to live together? I’ve never lived with anyone before—not like that, anyway. Fuck, it sounds nice when I think about coming home to Diego though.
“Just in case this is post-nut insanity, why don’t you ask me again tomorrow if you still think that’s a good idea.” I keep my voice even so he won’t hear how desperately I want him to really be asking.
“That sounds like a yes.” He smirks, tilting his head and gently biting my chin.
“It’s a maybe.” I hold back a grin, still trying to stay neutral in case he really does wake up tomorrow and regret asking.
“You’re staying tonight though, right?”
“Of course I am.” I kiss his forehead. “I’m hungry again; I’m about to go heat up those leftovers.”
Diego laughs and his stomach growls. “I could eat.”
He pushes himself off of me with a grunt, and I take a second to enjoy the view of his sweaty skin, his hair messy from my fingers, and the streaks of cum drying on his abs.
He ignores our clothes scattered on the floor around the bed and grabs a shirt out of his hamper, using it to wipe the cum and lube from between his ass cheeks before tossing it back into the bin.
I snort a laugh and drag myself out of bed, following his lead and using some of his dirty laundry to wipe the cum and lube off of my dick.
We grab leftovers from the kitchen and take them out onto the patio again.
We’re high enough up that no one can see us without our clothes on, but we leave the lights off just in case.
The light breeze feels fucking incredible dancing against my overheated skin, drying the sweat on the back of my neck.
We get comfortable on the patio couch and dig into the food. I look up and frown. There’s too much light pollution to see anything, and for some reason I always forget that. I guess I don’t bother looking up much when I’m in the city.
“We should go up north sometime,” I suggest. “Do you like to camp?”
Diego stops with his food halfway to his mouth and stares at me for a second, a smile stretching his lips. “Yeah,” he croaks, then clears his throat. “I love camping.”
“Cool. We’ll make a plan to go, then.”
“Cool,” Diego echoes, shifting on the couch so he’s leaning into me. I raise my arm and drape it over his shoulders, keeping one hand free to eat with. And we both tilt our heads back again and look up at the nonexistent stars.
It’s peaceful, and it makes me think this could actually work. I don’t mind being Diego’s secret as long as I can keep him.