Chapter Six #3
He climbed onto the mattress, straddled my legs and lowered himself to kiss me again.
He kept his weight off of me, but pressed the front of his body to mine.
I whimpered into his mouth when a long, hard lump pressed into my hip, shocked and thrilled that he was just as turned on as I was. Callum backed away.
"Is this okay, Brodie?"
My words were stolen by the beautiful sight before me; Callum’s long, golden hair grazed the mattress around my face, like a curtain separating us from the world into our own private sanctuary. All that mattered in here was the feel of his body against mine and the way my soul ached for him.
“It’s perfect,” I was finally able to whisper, “But I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t want to do something wrong.”
Callum kept his eyes locked on mine when he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. My anxiety flitted away and was replaced by tranquility and desire. “I’ll take care of you,” he whispered into my mouth, “Just relax and let me make you feel good.” I nodded because my words escaped me once more.
Callum kissed along my jaw and down my throat.
I shivered when his beard tickled my skin and he smiled into my neck.
He spent several bliss-filled minutes sucking and nibbling my throat.
Each time he dragged the tips of his teeth across my flesh, my cock throbbed and leaked into my pants.
I wanted him to bite down; to feel the sting on my skin, but I was too afraid he might think I was weird if I asked for it.
He rolled onto his side and tickled his hand down my chest and stomach until he reached the bottom hem of my sweater.
I held my breath as he inched the fabric up my torso; he’d seen some of me through the holes in my shirt earlier, but he hadn’t seen all of me.
He didn’t see the extent of my scars and bruising or the way my ribs popped up against my skin.
“Oh, Brodie,” he whispered when he lifted my top off and my torso was bare to him.
I prepared myself for his shock or disgust, but instead he added, “You’re so beautiful.
” Then he lowered his mouth and lovingly kissed each and every bruise, scar, and bump of my ribs until my whole body tingled with warmth.
Callum stopped when his lips were below my navel and just above the waistband of my jeans.
He looked up at me in question and I nodded rapidly.
I was ready and desperate for anything he had in store for me.
He popped the button and lowered the zipper of the denim, releasing my hard cock into the air.
Goosebumps sprouted all over my body when he made a sound almost like an animal’s growl.
“My god, Brodie. You’re perfect.” I was grateful for his approval; I’d not seen another man’s hard dick and wasn’t sure how I stacked up. I was about fifteen centimeters and uncut; a decent handful when I played with myself in the shower.
Callum stripped my jeans down and over my feet. In a blink, he lurched forward and swallowed my cock to the root.
“Fuck!” The naughty word rolled off of my tongue from surprise and pleasure as Callum took my length down his throat. Touching myself never felt like this . I was surrounded by wet heat as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard when he pulled back.
His tongue swirled over my hot flesh and pressure bloomed in my pelvis.
I was so worked up from Callum’s sexiness and engulfed in the pleasure he was giving me that wasn’t going to last long.
I gripped the bedspread and bit down on my cheek to try to buy a few precious seconds of the feel of Callum’s lips wrapped around me.
But I couldn’t fight it. My toes curled into the balls of my feet.
“Callum,” I warned as my calves twitched and contracted.
“Callum!” My thighs turned to stone and my balls crept up towards my body.
“Cal-” The word turned to a strangled cry as my cock pulsed and surged, spilling my seed into his mouth.
Callum swallowed everything I gave him, humming his approval and lapping at my skin to make sure he didn’t miss a drop. He pressed gentle kisses to my stomach and chest as he crawled back up my body and lay beside me.
I stared at him with huge eyes as my chest jerked with heavy breaths. I didn’t have the words to explain how incredible he made me feel, or how much it meant to me to share my first experience with him. I didn’t want anyone else.
I rolled onto my side to face him and flung my arm over his shoulder. When I scooted in close to him, a hard lump stabbed me in the thigh.
“Oh!” I was so wrapped up in the mind-melting euphoria he gave me that I completely forgot about his needs. Dammit, Brodie! I mentally kicked myself for being so selfish. “I’m so sorry. Let me…” I reached for the hem of his kilt, but Callum captured my hand in his.
“You don’t have to do anything for me, m’anam. I only wanted to give you pleasure.”
That only made me want to touch him more. “I want to try. I don’t know if-” Callum stopped my worries by kissing me deeply once more. A salty tang crept onto my tongue as he lapped against it. When he released my lips, I was emboldened and ready to give him my all.
I tugged at the hem of his sweater until his head popped through the wool and he shook his tresses loose. My mouth watered at the sight of the hills and valleys of his chest and stomach. I’d seen him shirtless on the game pitch, but to be this close to him was breathtaking.
Driven by the need to touch, I gingerly pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Callum moaned when I caressed my fingers down his trunk, watching my fingers bounce over his mounds of muscle. He was strong and powerful, but treated me with gentility and respect.
I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his smooth chest. I kissed down his torso, loving the firmness of his flesh beneath my lips.
When I reached the top of his kilt, I looked up the expanse of his body and saw him looking down at me with burning heat and intensity in his eyes that told me I had his permission and blessing.
His kilt was secured together with buckles and straps, and I didn’t have the patience to figure out how to get it off.
Instead, I gripped the bottom hem and lifted.
His thighs were thick and hairy, and they twitched as my knuckles grazed them.
When I flicked the fabric onto his stomach, my jaw dropped.
Sweet uncut meat, I wasn’t ready for what I found; Callum was wearing nothing under his kilt, and staring back at me was a twenty five centimeter monster cock which was twice as thick as my own.
Will this thing even fit in my mouth? I was thankful I didn’t see Callum first or I never would have let him take my pants off from shame.
My attention was caught by a clear drop balancing on Callum’s pink tip. I had to taste it. I lowered my head and collected the salty drop on my tongue as Callum moaned again. He likes that. I licked across his slit and swirled my tongue around his fat head while he groaned out my name.
Remembering how much I liked what he did for me, I stretched my jaws wide and took his crown past my lips. I sucked hard and bobbed my head up and down his length.
“Oh my god, Brodie,” came out of him in a gravelly growl.
Fueled by his praise, I took more of him into my mouth, but gagged when his tip brushed the back of my throat.
At that moment, Sam’s advice from earlier decided to make an appearance in my memory.
Relax your throat. I took a deep breath through my nose and allowed my jaw and throat muscles to loosen, and I was able to take a little more of him in.
“Jesus, yes,” Callum moaned. I moved quickly, sucking as much of him down as possible before pulling back. My saliva slicked my path and my lips bounced easily. He sank his fingers into my hair and chanted my name as I swallowed him down.
Another helpful tidbit knocked at my brain. Don’t be afraid to use your hands. I wrapped my right hand around the base of Callum’s cock and jerked his flesh as I sucked his tip. One of his hands left my head to slap the mattress beside him.
“Yes, Brodie! Seadh m'ghaol!” I had no idea what he said, but I loved the way it sounded, so I moved quicker and sucked harder. My lips tingled when my fingers bumped into them, and my wrist ached, but I didn’t dare stop.
“Brodie...my Brodie…” Callum’s hand tightened in my hair, but it didn’t hurt.
He growled aloud and a thick burst of cum splattered over the back of my tongue.
I swallowed it quickly as more of his seed poured into my mouth.
Once I’d taken every drop into my stomach, I pulled my lips from him and tried to catch my ragged breath.
Callum sat up slightly to cup his hands beneath my armpits and hauled me up so that our stomachs touched.
After a moment, they rose and fell in rhythm with each other; as I breathed out, he breathed in.
He pulled me into a deep kiss, and our flavors mixed as our tongues danced together. We were delicious.
As we kissed slowly and sloppily, his arms enveloped me in their warmth and strength.
The same powerful, almost overwhelming feeling of love and wonder that I felt in Evan’s shop burst through me again.
It was how I felt about Callum, but it was as if the feeling was his; like he was pouring his emotions into me through our connected lips.
Callum said that soulmates loved each other very much, and that they always would.
If the word truly described us, it stood to reason that Callum loved me.
He hadn’t said the words, but he’d shown me in a hundred different ways; releasing me from prison and my family’s abuse, giving me a home to sleep in and warm clothes to wear, providing me with food in my stomach and buying me gifts just to see me smile.
Not to mention the beautiful act of love we just shared.
I’d been wrong about many things in my life, but I prayed I wasn’t wrong about this.
Callum broke our kiss and his eyes narrowed in concern. “What’s troubling you?”
“Nothing,” I answered instinctively; no one had ever wanted to hear about my troubles before, but I didn’t want to lie to Callum. “Well…”
“You can tell me anything.” He sealed his promise with a kiss and my nerves melted away.
“I was just wondering something.” He raised his eyebrows for me to continue. “I was wondering...how long does it take to fall in love with someone?”
A toothy, understanding smile slowly spread across his lips. “Well, I suppose it’s different for everyone. For some people, it could take weeks or months, while others say they fall at first sight.”
“Have you ever been in love?” He said he didn’t date much, but if a person could fall in love with just a look, maybe he had shared love with someone. The thought settled in my gut like a rock.
“No.” That just added another heavy rock to the mix, until he brushed our noses together. “Not until I met you.”
“You do love me?” I asked, my voice laced with hope.
“Tha mi. I love you, Brodie.” The ease in which he said it busted up those rocks and left only a pleasant warmth in my stomach.
“I want to make you happy and keep you safe. I want to make you feel important and special, because you are the most important person to me, Brodie. I have friends and kin, but you complete my soul. I will always desire you and want to be by your side. I’m blessed to have you, and I love you. ”
I blinked my eyes hard to keep them free of moisture.
I’d never heard such beautiful words, and I could feel it in my heart that Callum meant all of them.
I had no doubt that his love for me was real and strong, even though we hadn’t known each other all that long.
He did make me feel important and special, and kept me happy and safe.
I wanted all of those things for him and more.
Maybe it wasn’t so complicated after all.
“I love you too,” I whispered shakily, and Callum smiled even wider. I squeaked when he rolled me onto my back and hovered over me. He attacked my face and neck with kisses until I was laughing and squirming beneath him. I loved my big, sexy man's silly side.
He kissed and tickled me until I begged him to stop through my laughter, afraid I'd piss the bed if he went much longer.
I leapt from the mattress and rushed to the bathroom. When I was finished with my business, he joined me and we brushed our teeth together.
We made our way back into the bedroom and I observed Callum closely as he stripped off his kilt so I'd know how for next time. When he saw me watching, Callum just winked and shook his hips so that his cock and balls jiggled. He laughed at my slack jawed expression and tossed back the blankets.
He barely had time to tap the mattress in invitation before I clambered in next to him. I snuggled up to his warm body and he wrapped his arm around me. I nuzzled into his shoulder and gave another wide yawn.
"Goodnight, m'anam." Callum kissed my curly hair and I returned a kiss to his chest.
"Goodnight." My eyes grew heavy and my blinks grew longer, and I slipped away to sweet dreams of my sexy kilt-clad lover.