Chapter 6 #3
I pushed into Cal more, grinding down, and he let me. He arched up into the friction, a low sound vibrating in his chest.
Naturally, instinct took over. I pinned his wrists next to his head, holding them against the mattress. A faint, broken moan escaped his lips, a sound I wanted to bottle up and keep forever.
I pulled away from him momentarily, my chest heaving, gazing down into his eyes.
I took in how fucking beautiful Cal was right now, lips swollen, hair messy, looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
For months I’d been fighting the desire to see him this way, burying it under layers of scripted rivalry and indifference. But fuck, I couldn’t fight it anymore.
He was intoxicating. Addicting. And right now, he was pushing my entire being to levels I would never, ever go to in a normal situation. But this? This was anything but normal. This was inevitable.
“Whatever you want, Si,” he breathed out, searching my face. “I’m right here. You’re calling the shots.”
His voice was low, fueled by the same raw intensity I was feeling. Maybe even more.
I kissed him again, hard and desperate. My breathing hitched, a jagged sound that betrayed me, making the mask of confidence and control seemingly shatter. Cal sensed it instantly. I know he did.
He pulled away from me once more, freeing one of his hands from my grip. His hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone, gentle, grounding, like he knew I needed the reassurance more than I was letting on.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” he whispered, his eyes dark with promise. “Do you want me to show you what I like?”
I nodded, unable to find my voice. “Yes.”
I was breathless, completely fucking drunk on him, and he knew it too.
Cal pushed on my chest lightly, nudging me to sit up on his hips.
He took my hand in his own, guiding it down the center of his chest. I felt every hard, defined, tattoo covered piece of muscle under my fingertips.
The ink felt like it was humming against my skin.
It was like electricity running through my body, overloading my nerves, making me feel like all of my senses were bombing out at once.
He dragged my hand lower, over the ridges of his abs, until he rested my palm on his lower stomach, right above the waistband of his soaked shorts.
He tapped my leg, nudging me to lift my body off of him just a fraction.
“Up,” he murmured.
I lifted my hips. He guided me up just enough to hook his thumbs into his still damp shorts. With a sharp tug, he shoved them down his thighs, allowing himself to spring free from the confines of the fabric between us.
I tried to mask the sudden hitch in my breathing, but I knew I failed.
Cal was big. My own cock was by no means small, but Cal was bigger than me, longer, a bit thicker.
He was uncut, and that somehow made it more intimidating.
He was painfully hard, veins prominent, a small bead of precum daring to leak from his tip.
I tried my best to steady my breathing at the sight. I’d never really looked at another man’s dick, and I certainly had never been this close to someone else’s, let alone touched one that wasn’t my own.
Cal took my hand again, wrapping my fingers around his length, his own hand resting heavy on top of mine. He dragged my thumb over the head, spreading the precum, creating just the faintest slick of lubrication.
Cal’s expression softened, blurring with pleasure as he moved our hands in sync. I couldn’t fight the broken sound that escaped my throat at the sight of it. Cal allowed his hand to drop, leaving me to stroke him on my own.
“Is this okay? Am I—?” I started, my anxiety showing through more than I intended.
“You’re doing fine,” Cal groaned. “Just like that.”
I leaned down to take his lips again, and Cal full on moaned into my mouth, my hand never leaving his cock.
“Fuck, Cal,” I choked out; it sounded more like a needy plea than anything else.
Without warning, Cal slid his hand to the small of my back, gripping my waist. He never broke the kiss. In one fluid motion, he shifted his weight, and god, it felt consuming.
Suddenly, Cal was hovering over me, pinning me to the mattress.
I gasped at the transition, flat on my back, the cool, damp sheet beneath my shoulders contrasting with the heavy, grounding heat of Cal settling between my thighs.
I didn’t even notice Cal had managed to kick his shorts the rest of the way off.
He moved his lips to my jaw, then down my neck and across my collarbones, leaving kisses and nips that sent jolts straight to my own aching member. He trailed his hand down my body, stopping at my waistband.
“Do you want me to touch you too?” he asked.
“Please,” I whined. God, I was becoming more pathetic by the second.
I felt his smile against my neck as he planted one more kiss before sitting up, pulling my shorts down and all the way off, leaving me fully exposed.
My cock was throbbing, absolutely aching for Cal’s touch. I gazed at him as he settled back to straddle my hips, biting his lower lip as he looked down at my cock that was dripping even more precum than he was.
He spit into his hand. The sight, and the wet sound of it, pulled another strained noise from my chest. Any other time, I would have been mortified, but right now, my brain couldn’t process anything other than wanting to know what it felt like to have Callum Kincaid’s hand wrapped around me.
He moved his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, gently from the tip and down my shaft. My eyes blew wide at the feeling, and an actual moan finally left me.
“Do you want me to do more?” Cal asked with a smirk.
I nodded, unable to think. “Fuck, yes—please.”
Cal wasted no time. He immediately pressed his cock against mine, wrapped his large hand around us both, and began stroking us at the same fucking time.
I gasped loudly. “Oh—fuck—Cal!” I managed to choke out. My mind was completely shattered, absolutely wasted. I hadn’t even came yet, what the fuck was wrong with me?
Cal let out a low growl. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, Si. Do you like it?”
I couldn’t even answer him. My brain was in no way able to form a sentence, so instead, I rolled my hips into his rhythm, begging him for more. God, I needed so much more of him.
Cal picked up a faster rhythm, and my body began to tremble.
He noticed immediately, leaning down to kiss me, hungrily, roughly.
It was controlled, deep, and fuck, it was making me insane.
I moaned again as I felt myself becoming more sensitive by the second.
I was close. I knew I was, and it was killing me.
“Please—Cal—don’t fucking stop,” I cried, my eyes daring to roll back.
He sat back up, but instead of bracing his arm next to me like before, he did something that instantly had me seeing stars. Cal wrapped his fingers around my throat, squeezing the sides just enough to ground me.
“God—Cal—fuck—I’m—I’m Cumming!”
I barely got the words out before I was throwing my head back, my eyes rolling, the sensation shooting through my entire body as my warm sticky release coated my stomach.
“Fuck, yes, Cum for me, Si, that’s so fucking good,” Cal groaned, his voice wrecked, as his own release followed mine, leaving me covered in the mess of us both.
Breathless and barely able to move, Cal rolled off me and collapsed onto the mattress.
I still hadn’t come down fully; my ears felt muffled, my heart rate unsteady.
I reached for the tissues on the nightstand, wiping the remnants of us off my stomach before tossing them into the trash.
As soon as I leaned back, Cal draped his arm across my waist, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on the side of my head.
Part of me wanted to jump up, run to the other bed, or lock myself in the bathroom until Cal fell asleep. But I couldn’t. I was cemented here, in this feeling, in the safety, in Cal.
So I didn’t fight it. Neither did he. Without another word, we simply fell asleep.