Chapter 6 #2
My hands snaked into Cal’s hair, gripping the strands, pulling him up towards me.
The second I did that, he groaned, a vibration I felt against my chest. His movements shifted, getting rougher, less careful.
He pressed his hips against mine under the water, the friction of our soaked shorts maddening.
He kissed me like he was angry at the time we’d wasted, like he wanted to consume the air from my lungs until I was drowning in nothing but him.
I felt myself whimper into the kiss.
A whimper? I’d never fucking done that.
I was Silas Reed. I was silent. I was controlled. But the sound clawed its way out of my throat, pathetic and needy, lost in the wet heat between our mouths.
Cal’s hands trailed up my back, his nails dragging across my slick skin, sending violent shivers racking through my entire existence.
And fuck, my cock was rock hard between us, throbbing to the point it ached against the compression of the wet fabric.
But that wasn’t the part dazing me. It was the fact I could feel Cal against me, just as hard, the rigid length of him pressing into my hip, proving he was feeling the exact same pain as myself.
“We should—get—back—to the room,” I said breathlessly, the words broken between frantic, wet kisses.
Cal had started trailing nips and open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin right below my ear.
I felt like my body was going to explode.
I squeezed his bicep, my fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
He let out a low, growl into the side of my neck at my words, the vibration sending a shockwave straight to my groin.
He dropped a hand between us.
I gasped as he traced his fingers across the waistband of my shorts. He didn’t go lower. He just lingered there, his thumb brushing the elastic, teasing, waiting for the okay to do more. Waiting for me to break.
“Cal…” I said with a small moan, my head falling back against the concrete wall of the pool. His fingertips felt electric brushing across my hip bones.
Jesus, if this is how I was right now, from a kiss, what the fuck would happen if he wanted to do more? Was that even a possibility? Oh god, what the fuck had I just done? And more importantly, why couldn’t I stop? Why didn’t I want to?
“Room,” I managed to get out, my voice cracking, trying my best to keep my composure and not lose complete control right here in the open air.
Cal pulled away slowly, reluctantly. His eyes were dark, lust filled, even more hungry than before.
He examined me, my swollen, kissed lips, my chest heaving, my cheeks which I knew were surely flushed a violent red.
He looked at me like he’d just discovered a new form of oxygen.
He leaned back in, stealing one more small, hard kiss, the stubble on his jaw scraping against mine.
My face felt raw from the friction, a stinging reminder that this was real.
“Fuck, Si…” he mumbled, his eyes feeling as if they were piercing through the water and straight into my soul.
I gave a small nod of my own, hoping he took it for what I meant. That this wasn’t going to end when we got out of the water. That I wanted more. I needed more. And fuck, I needed him to take it. Take every ounce of it all from me.
We awkwardly, but frantically, made our way back to the room. We walked fast, keeping a foot of distance between us in the hallway, trying desperately to make it look like we weren’t just seconds away from fucking right there in the goddamn resort pool.
It was nearly four in the morning at this point.
The hotel was a ghost town, the long corridors silent except for the squelch of our wet shoes on the carpet.
The tension was so heavy it felt like a vice grip around my chest. My head was spinning.
I didn’t understand any of this, not even a little bit.
One moment Cal was asking us to break into a hotel pool, and the next he was kissing my neck, his hand daring to go down the front of my shorts.
And the worst part? I was still hard, aching against the wet compression of my shorts, a throbbing reminder of how close I was to losing it.
The second the door shut behind us, the heavy click of the electronic lock sounded like a gunshot in the quiet room.
We stood there, dripping pool water onto the hotel carpet, chests heaving. Cal was watching me, his eyes dark and dilated, seemingly waiting for me to tell him this was okay. Waiting for me to snap back into control and put a stop to the madness.
Except right now, I didn’t give a fuck.
For once in my life, I didn’t care about the rules. I didn’t care that I was being impulsive in a way I always hated. Right now, the adrenaline was gone, and all that was left was a raw, gnawing hunger. Every fiber of my being wanted this. Wanted him.
“Fuck…” I breathed out.
I lunged forward into Cal again. This time, his response was far more confident.
He caught me, his arms wrapping around my wet torso, pulling me flush against him.
We were both still soaking wet, literally dripping in wet shorts and underwear, shivering from the air conditioning, but neither of us cared.
The cold only made the heat of his skin feel more intense.
Cal pulled me towards him, walking us backward, leading us blindly toward the closest bed, which happened to be his.
He stopped when the back of his knees hit the foot of the mattress.
Our mouths were still sealed together, a battle of tongues and teeth, hands gripping wet hair and nails dragging across sensitive skin.
Then, Cal pulled away.
He placed his hands on my chest, creating a few inches of space, steadying himself as I instinctively chased after his lips.
“We don’t have to do anything,” he said sincerely. His voice was rough, wrecked, his eyes still loaded with desire but soft all at the same time. He was giving me an out.
“Do you want to?” I countered, barely catching my breath, my heart hammering against my ribs.
He studied me for a beat, searching my face. My nerves shot through me like lightning. Maybe he didn’t want this? Maybe it was just the adrenaline of the moment? Maybe I’d made the absolutely wrong fucking move and he was trying to let me down easy.
Cal rested his hands back on my waist, gently, firmly, like he was making sure I stayed grounded where I was.
“Have you ever done anything… with a guy, I mean?” he asked. There was no trace of judgment or sarcasm in sight. Just genuine curiosity.
I felt my entire body lock up.
The heat in my veins turned to ice. Embarrassment flooded me, starting at my chest and burning up to my ears. How did I even answer this without sounding like a freak and a loser all at once? I was twenty years old. I was a professional wrestler on the main roster. And I was… this.
I looked at Cal. He was reading me. I knew he was. He saw the hesitation, the shame I tried so hard to hide behind a mask.
“Si?” he said softly, shaking me from the endless spiral. “Wait. You have, like, done stuff, haven’t you?”
I clenched my jaw, looking at the carpet. “I have, a couple of times. But never—” I felt myself trip up, the words sticking in my throat. The embarrassment was causing everything, including the ache in my cock, to deflate.
“With women?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to meet his eyes. “I only ever did stuff for them. I never… I never had the favor returned,” I said flatly, the admission tasting like ash. “I was always too focused. Too busy. I didn’t let them.”
Cal went quiet. “So you haven’t actually gone all the way?”
“Define all the way?”
“Have you not stuck your dick in—”
I cut him off, panic rising. “Jesus Christ, don’t finish that sentence. No. I haven’t had full-blown sex before, okay?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling everything inside me contorting. I waited for the laugh. I waited for the unloading of jokes about the virgin wrestler who acted like he knew everything. I waited for Deadlock to tear me apart.
Cal didn’t speak. Instead, he tugged my waist, closing the gap between us. I felt his hand cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. He kissed me again, soft, slow, apologetic.
“We really don’t have to go any further,” he assured me against my lips. “We can stop. We can sleep.”
I felt my chest prickle with a different kind of heat.
Stop?
No. God, no.
I wanted more. I’ve never wanted more of anything in my life. Even now, buried under twenty layers of embarrassment and insecurity, I wanted this. I wanted him to be the one to wreck me.
“Would it freak you out if I wanted to do more…?” I asked hesitantly, my voice barely a whisper.
Cal pulled back just enough to look at me. He gave me that same warm smile, understanding, genuine, with a flicker of heat behind it that told me exactly what he was thinking.
“Not at all,” he assured me. “That doesn’t freak me out at all.”
I nudged Cal backward. The back of his legs hit the mattress, and he let himself fall, landing back on his elbows. He scooted himself up toward the pillows, his legs spreading slightly, an invitation.
I didn’t hesitate. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, my wet shorts soaking into his.
I felt the hard ridge of him beneath me, and a jolt of electricity went straight to my spine.
I leaned down, crashing my mouth to his, continuing to get lost in the kiss, letting the rest of the world, and my self-control, fade away until there was nothing left but Cal.
Cal’s hands began to trail down the curve of my spine again, his palms hot against my wet skin, before settling firmly on my ass.
His grip was firm, confident, and possessive.
God, it was making my brain feel like it was short circuiting.
The sensation of his fingers digging into me sent a jolt straight to my groin that nearly made me see stars.