Chapter 16
Seth
I’m adjusting the collar of my button-up in the bedroom mirror when a text comes in. I pick up my phone to see it’s Calvin. With a stupid smile on my face and equally stupid butterflies in my stomach, I swipe open my phone to read his message.
Joker: Hearing went well, I think
Me: I knew it would. Don’t worry. This is only one more
hurdle you’re finished with.
Joker: I suppose
Me: Stressed about Houston?
Joker: How do you know me so well in such a short time?
Me: You’re kind of an open book, Cal.
Joker: Well, damn. I guess I'd better work harder on my
manly mystery persona.
Me: I like you just as you are. You’ll get through this.
Text me wherever you need to. I’m here.
Joker: I owe you. Do you like chocolate chip cookies? That
doesn’t seem like a good enough thank you.
Me: I hate chocolate.
Calvin: …
Me: …
Joker: There’s something seriously wrong with you.
I burst out laughing, loving teasing him back.
Me: I love chocolate. Don’t worry.
Joker: Phew, I thought we’d have to stop being friends there
for a hot second.
Me: Drama queen.
Joker: That I am. Okay, I’m off!
Me: Bye
It’s strange that in a few short weeks, Calvin and I went from this weird neighbor thing to becoming good friends. He’s interesting and surprisingly kind. Heck, even Emily likes him. She’s calm around him, and that’s saying something.
The only concerning part of our friendship is my growing sexual thoughts about him.
Even after last night and my stress with Leo, all I could think about was Calvin’s toes resting on my thigh while we were hanging out on the couch.
Don’t even get me started about when he came to my defense, all protective and growly on my behalf.
He feels right, but I can’t go there. I’m trying to establish a relationship with Leo, and I really do like him. I want to see where it goes. The issue last night was off-putting. Not going to lie. It’s flattering that he’s eager, but he needs to slow down.
Looking back at Malcolm and me, I see it clearly now.
I let him walk all over me, and I didn’t even recognize it at the time.
I was so busy trying to raise the kids and make a happy life for all of us that I ended up trying even harder whenever Malcolm wasn’t happy.
And he ended up leaving anyway after all that.
I really need to do things differently with Leo. I don’t want a repeat of that.
We can talk about it tonight on our date. I’ll give him a chance, but if Leo behaves so pushy again, I’ll end things. We’re not fully committed yet.
We have the whole weekend to sort through things and have some sexy fun. Now that I’m eager for. I could use a stress reliever.
As I leave my bedroom, I stop in my tracks with the urge to rub one out, even though I’ve already showered and I’m dressed. I have no idea why I’m suddenly craving a handy.
Whatever.
Since my kids aren’t home, I ease out of my clothes, careful not to wrinkle them. Once I’m fully naked, I head to my nightstand drawer, grab my lube, and pour a squirt of oil into my hand.
I sit on the edge of my bed with a view of my body in the full-length mirror in front of me.
I fist my length, and spread the oil over myself, then I watch myself getting off.
Watching as I masturbate started years ago, before I met Malcolm, and I’ve been doing it ever since. It adds another element of arousal.
My hand moves rapidly and tightly enough to rush my orgasm.
As I get into it, my eyes fall shut, and I envision not Leo, but Calvin, sitting naked between my knees and sucking me off.
His green eyes have gone black, which sparkle with lust as he curls his tongue along the head, lapping beads of precum.
Is it cheating if I masturbate to someone other than the man I’m currently dating?
I try to think of Leo, but Calvin is intrusive, not that I currently mind.
A groan slips out of me at the visual. My hand moves faster and tighter, twisting and pulling, swiping and rubbing. My face flushes as always, while my heart beats faster.
Calvin sucks me down to the root, making his eyes water. He gags around me, which is the hottest thing for some reason, though I doubt I’m big enough to choke him like that.
It doesn’t take me long to come all over my hand and onto my floor.
I pull out my orgasm for as long as possible before falling back into my bed.
My racing heart takes a minute to calm down as I grow numb all over.
Part of me wants to curl up in bed for the night with a good book, already feeling satiated.
This is bad, right?
Perhaps I shouldn’t have rubbed one out with Leo coming over after we go out to dinner. Well, it’s too late now.
I finally get my butt up, head to the bathroom, and wash my hands. Then I get dressed since I need to meet up with Leo soon. Can’t be late.
Leo stands when I arrive at the tapas bar. He pulls me into a hug, and we give each other a quick kiss.
“Mmm, you smell good,” he says. “Really good.”
My face heats because I’m sure I still have that lingering smell of sex on me. I should’ve showered again.
“Thanks,” I say.
I sit down across from him in the booth and order a glass of wine.
He reaches for me across the table, and I take his hand. “Listen, I want to apologize again about last night. I just want more, you know, then I see your neighbor, and I couldn’t help but wonder if you two are dating, too. The jealousy took hold of me.”
I smile and squeeze his hand. “It’s fine. Thanks for that. And no, I’m not dating my neighbor. As I’ve told you, he’s the guardian of a boy who came into his life a couple of weeks ago, and he’s trying to figure things out. He came to me for help since I have kids, too. That’s it. Nothing more.”
“Good. Okay. Let’s have a nice meal and some very nice sex.
” He winks at me when he says that, and once again, my face burns.
I’m not a prude or anything, but I’ve always reacted that way around boys and men all my life.
It’s a lingering shyness from my youth. Leo’s winking also sends me back to watching Cal sitting between my legs.
Not helping, Seth.
When our server returns, we order some calamari in adobo sauce, grilled octopus with potatoes, pasta, and braised pork ribs, and we paired them with some vegetables and fancy cocktails.
“This place is nice,” he says as he butters some bread.
“Calvin suggested it. He takes clients here, apparently. He’s an architect and has his own business. I’m not sure what he’s built yet. We’re still getting to know each other.”
“Uh-huh.”
“He’s having to take off work so he can take care of this boy. Can you imagine losing your parents in a car accident?”
“It’s hard, I’m sure.”
“Yep. Really hard. The boy’s scared and grieving, only to be removed from his home and friends, then to live with someone he doesn’t know. Poor kid.”
“I can only imagine.”
“Calvin’s doing great with him, though. He’s an avowed bachelor. I’m sure Braeden will eventually feel better and blossom under his care.”
“Yep.” Leo waves down our server and orders another cocktail.
“Sorry,” I say. “I feel so bad for the boy, you know? Anyway, how’s Colby?”
He beams with pride. “He’s doing great. Straight A’s so far in school. I’m also teaching him how to drive. He’ll get his permit soon.”
“Exciting and scary. I’m not looking forward to those days. I’m going to lose a life each time I get into the car with each one of my kids, especially Em.”
We chat more about our children as we munch on our little shared plates. The restaurant is perfect because I don’t need to eat so much while enjoying unique flavors. I need to think about sex later.
As Leo pays for the check, I say, “Thanks so much for dinner. I’ll get the next one.”
“Sounds good.” We sit at the table for a bit as he finishes his drink. “Seth, I want to take this to the next level. I’d love to do something with all of us. We could go to St. Edward Cochon de Lait. It’s coming up in a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, Calvin and I planned to take our kids there. Ah… but, yeah, let me think about it. We should probably have an introduction time with the kids first, right?”
Leo’s smile is brief. “Sure. We’ll figure it out,” he says tightly. It doesn’t go unnoticed. I’m going to have to give in at a certain point, but I’m simply not confident of my relationship status with Leo yet, especially when I keep thinking about Calvin. It feels wrong.
Sex with Leo tonight is especially heavy, hot, and hard. He’s going to town on my butt from behind, his fingers digging into my hips. That’s going to bruise.
As soon as we walked into my house after our date, he attacked me with a kiss and practically ripped off my clothes. Then he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me up to my bedroom, where he spent very little time prepping before shoving his cock into me.
It’s rough but kind of hot. I’m rather vanilla when it comes to sex, but this is fun, too. It feels naughty. Salacious.
It’s humid in my room, filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of panting and skin slapping against skin.
Leo lifts me and presses my back against his chest. He’s growling in my ear, and he nips my lobe as his hand snakes its way up my body and to my throat.
He squeezes, gently at first, but it’s getting tight.
“You’re mine,” he rasps in my ear before nibbling on my shoulder.
Satisfied with marking me, he thrusts into me harder and faster.
I feel good, almost euphoric. My breath comes in small pants, and my body hums with pleasure each time he slides along my prostate.
Soon, spots dance behind my lids, and my breath comes in shorter bursts. I want him to stop, but I don’t want to ruin the sex either. People do this, right? It’s a kink?