Chapter 22
Seth
I press my lips to his, pull back, and do it again. “Do you think Brae is fine?” Calvin asks between kisses.
“He’s fine.” I reach behind me and grab the monitor sitting on the coffee table, and show it to him. “See? He’s snug as a bug, sleeping away.”
Calvin smiles and runs his hands up my body and to my shoulders. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe I was peppering your face with kisses.”
“Ah, yes. Pepper away.”
I lean forward, kiss his forehead, kiss one cheek, then the other, before kissing his soft lips.
My fingers gently dig into his jaw as our kiss deepens.
I love the feel of his scruff on my skin and palms. I also love sitting on his rock-hard thighs.
And I especially love how he’s dominant, but he lets me control the kiss, showing me he doesn’t have to be in charge of everything.
His hands slide from my shoulders, down my pits, and run along my back. They’re warm and strong; hands that make you feel safe; hands that would never hurt me.
Those same hands travel down my back and slide up underneath my polo. My skin breaks out in a blanket of goosebumps.
As our kiss grows heated, Calvin removes a hand and cups my jaw. Now, he’s the one controlling the kiss. Our tongues are fighting for dominance, and our breathing grows heavier, mingled with groans.
When he pulls away, his teeth graze my bottom lip before letting go.
“I like the way you kiss,” he says.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Tsh, I’m the best kisser.”
“Arrogant much?”
“Not arrogant enough. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I huff a laugh and shake my head at him. My fingers drag along his firm chest and abs. “You’re not wrong. I had fun last night, by the way. That was a first for me.”
“You were fucking hot.”
My face flushes like always, but I’ve gotten used to it around him, though he never teases me about it. Honestly, it’s surprising since he teases me about everything. “I want more of that… well, in person,” I tell him.
“You can have whatever you want.”
“I hate to be a bore, but we’ll have to move this into my bedroom. I don’t want to send my kids to therapy if they catch us fooling around.”
An embarrassing yelp escapes me when Calvin abruptly stands and takes me with him.
“I’m not a child, Joker.”
“Thank god for that. What? You don’t like me carrying you? It’s not hot?”
“Maybe it’s kind of hot.”
“I promise, I won’t tell a soul.”
He hefts me up so he has a better hold. “Grab the monitor, would you?” He leans me down a bit until I can snag the video camera.
“Which way to your room?” he asks as we head toward the stairs.
“It’s right there at the top of the stairs.”
He hefts me again and grunts. “Oof, you’re heavy.”
“Well, you chose to carry me. Put me down, then.”
“Not on your life.”
“We just need to keep the noise down.”
“I’ll be a perfectly quiet lover.”
Calvin uses his butt to bump my partially open door wide, then walks into my room.
He drops me onto the bed, where I bounce before reaching over to set the monitor on my nightstand.
He yanks his T-shirt off, exposing miles of defined abs over lightly tanned skin.
I’m nowhere near as defined, but I try not to feel insecure about it.
My life is too busy to work out all the time.
The best I can do is go for a run periodically.
He locks my bedroom door and comes to rest a knee on the bed, but before he can lie on top of me, I sit up, itching to touch him.
My fingers travel along firm ridges and smooth skin.
He watches me explore him, not with expected smugness, though he means nothing by it, but with curiosity and heated green eyes.
“You’re so hot,” I whisper.
“Not bad for almost being forty, eh?”
My eyes grow wide. “Forty? Well, you don’t look it. When’s your birthday?”
“November twelfth.”
“Next month? We’ll have to throw you a party, then.”
Calvin runs his fingers through my hair as he straddles me this time. Then he fists it and yanks my head back. “No friends, remember?”
“You do have friends now that you’re part of our poker club.”
Instead of saying anything, he leans down and nips my exposed throat before kissing it.
I press my hands to his chest and ease him back. He watches me as I lick one of his nipples, keeping my eyes upward. It’s unlike me to stare at someone in the face while we’re having sexy fun, but I want to be bolder. I don’t want to be vanilla anymore.
Calvin’s green eyes go dark when I take one of the buds between my teeth and tug on it.
He hisses, but doesn’t stop me. I lick away the sting and kiss it, then move on to the other one.
He smells of his usual cologne and all things sexy, like he’s made of pheromones.
His scent was created just to turn me on.
I don’t know what possesses me when I lift his arm and press my nose into his armpit, inhaling him.
His pheromones are stronger there, and I breathe him in again.
My eyes are closed, and my face is hot, but I don’t stop.
Then, without thinking, desperately trying to be spontaneous, I run my tongue along the curvature of his pit, hair and all.
He tastes like deodorant, salt, and sex.
Calvin yanks my head back again and grins at me. “And you said you were vanilla. That ain’t vanilla, Tiger.”
I rub my hands over his chest again because I can’t stop touching him. “I want to be more like you in the sex department.”
“Am I the director of this department?”
“Ugh. Your dad jokes are so weird. But I suppose if you want to be.”
He releases my hair and presses his hand to my cheek. “Seriously, I like you just the way you are. Only do what you’re comfortable with.”
I lean into his touch and close my eyes. “I am comfortable. Truly, but thank you for that.”
Calvin gently jabs a finger into my chest and pushes me back until I’m lying on the bed. He leans down and pins my arms next to my head. “In that case, how about some quick frotting before I have to head home?”
My face heats again, and I look away. “I feel so stupid that I have no idea what that is.”
Without missing a beat or making me feel small, he explains it to me. “It’s where one of us fists our cocks together, and we rub one out. Think of it as double masturbation.”
“Oh! I do know what that is, though I’ve never done it.
I just didn’t know what it was called. That sounds amazing, actually.
Malcolm and I never did shit like that.” Then I was hit with an epiphany, making my heart sink.
Is that why he left me? Suck it up, Seth.
Don’t get wrapped up in Malcolm. Screw him.
You’re with Calvin now. I push back the doubts and try to go with the flow.
“He’s a fucking moron,” he says, making me snort a laugh.
“He is.”
Calvin gently grabs my jaw, but he doesn’t add pressure. “And don’t let that asshole fuck with your head. You’re amazing, Seth Griffin.”
I bite my bottom lip and stare up at him. My body heats, not from my usual flustered blush, but his confidence boosts mine.
Calvin climbs off me, and without any preamble, he strips out of his shorts and underwear. I sit up on my elbows and watch his gorgeousness unfold before my eyes. “God, you’re sexy.”
“So are you. Now get naked.”
He helps me scramble out of my clothes, and before I know it, I’m lying back on the bed again, waiting for Calvin as he rummages in my nightstand drawer, looking for lube.
Once he finds it, he drops it on the bed and hovers over me.
His hand cups my jaw as he stares into my eyes. “Yep, you’re sexy as fuck.”
He lets go and leans forward to kiss me. It’s only a short one before he’s kissing my ear, my throat, my shoulder, and just like I had done to him, he bites my nipples, but harder than when I did it. I hiss at the stinging pain, which he licks away.
No matter what we do together, his eyes are always on me, watching my reactions, trying to be careful with me.
I’m not used to it at all, but it’s also engaging.
It intensifies everything he does. It’s how completely involved he is with me, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally.
When I first met Calvin, I never would’ve believed he could be like this.
Before I realize it, he’s sitting between my legs, his eyes still on me, but his mouth hovers over my cock, his breath puffing on the sensitive skin. My dick jumps as if seeking some sort of stimulation, which he doesn’t give.
“I think he likes me,” Calvin says, grinning like a butthead.
“Oh, god… Don’t ever say that again,” I complain, but it’s taking all my power not to laugh.
I throw my head back and groan when he runs the flat of his tongue from the base to the tip of my dick. My fingers curl through the blankets underneath me, gripping them to keep me from crying out as my back arches off the bed. Still, I let a ‘Jesus’ quietly slip out.
“I want to do so many naughty things to you, Tiger.”
“I’d like that…”
“Is that a yes? Can I suck you down?”
My head rolls back and forth to say no. “I want to try that frotting thing.”
“You got it.” He reaches for the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount into his hand.
He quickly wraps his fingers around his length, oiling it up.
Then he does the same with me. God, I’m needy tonight.
Every little touch is setting me on fire.
I’m completely connected to Calvin on a visceral level, and it’s something I hadn’t expected at all.
I knew this would be fun, but it’s more than that.
Calvin hovers over me again with one hand before fisting our lengths together. Holy cow. We aren’t even moving yet, but having his dick’s heat next to mine does weird and arousing things to me. I feel young again, like a teen, floundering while giving my first blow job.
“Ready, Tiger?”
“So ready…” I breathe out words that are barely a whisper.