Chapter 11 #2
The graphic was dark. In the center was Cal on the throne. Below him, me and Skye. And way in the background, a blur.
“I’m a smudge!” Evan yelled. “I’m background texture! You’re the King of Darkness, Silas is the Golden Prince, and I’m… ‘Vague Shape #4’!”
Cal chewed his pizza. “To be fair, giant, it’s a really good picture of me.”
“I hate you,” Evan groaned.
While Evan ranted, I took a sip of my soda. Under the table, I slid my hand onto Cal’s thigh.
Cal didn’t look at me. But his hand dropped under the table, covering mine. He laced our fingers together, squeezing tightly.
“They should have used the one with Jinx,” I murmured.
Cal turned his head, smirking. “Nah. I like the throne one. Reminds me of what we’re going to do later.”
I felt a blush creep up my neck.
“King of Darkness,” I said. “Has a ring to it.”
“Prince of Pouting isn’t bad either,” Cal winked. “Eat your pizza. You earned it.”
The room was dark, lit only by the orange glow of the streetlights filtering through the heavy curtains.
We hadn’t turned the TV on. We hadn’t even unpacked. The second the deadbolt clicked shut, the playful banter from the pizza place evaporated, replaced by a heavy, inevitable gravity.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
“You meant what you said?” Cal asked quietly. “About being afraid I want… easy?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “It’s hard not to think it.”
Cal cupped my face, tilting my chin up. “The world doesn’t know what this feels like. I don’t care about easy. I care about this.”
He leaned down, kissing me slowly. It wasn’t the frantic, possessive kiss from the locker room. It was a promise pressed against my lips.
When he pulled back, the air thickened with a different kind of heat.
“Show me,” he murmured against my mouth. “Like we talked about. No hiding. Just us.”
We stripped slowly, treating it like a ritual. I lay back against the pillows, watching Cal move to the nightstand, retrieving the foil packet and the bottle of lube.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. The sight of him, naked, aroused, the dark hickey I’d left on his neck standing out against his skin, made my breath catch.
“You’re beautiful, Si,” Cal whispered, his voice rough. “You have no idea, do you? You’re fucking perfect.”
He prepped me with a patience that bordered on worship. He coated his fingers in lube, slowly stretching me, watching my face for every flinch, every sharp exhale.
“Relax for me,” Cal coached, his voice low and hypnotic. He added a second finger, twisting his wrist to hit that spot that made my toes curl. “That’s it. Open up for me. Make room. You’re doing so fucking good.”
When he was sure I was pliable and ready, he rolled the condom onto his waiting cock, then sat back.
“Come here,” Cal said softly, patting his thighs. “Climb on.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. I sat up and moved over him, straddling his hips. My knees sank into the mattress on either side of his waist. I lifted my hips, guiding him in, gasping as the thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
“Slow,” Cal murmured, his hands on my waist, steadying me. “Take it all, Baby.”
I sank down, inch by agonizing inch, feeling him stretch me open, feeling him fill me completely until we were flush, chest to chest.
“Lay back,” I whispered, placing my hands flat on his pecs, feeling his heart thundering beneath my palms.
Cal obeyed. He leaned back against the mountain of pillows, his hands sliding from my hips up to my thighs, his thumbs digging into the muscle.
“God, Silas,” Cal breathed, looking up at me.
The angle changed everything. I was looming over him now, haloed by the dim light coming from the window. I wasn’t just riding him; I was the only thing in his vision.
“You wanted a view,” I murmured, starting to move. “Is this better than the throne?”
Cal didn’t answer immediately. He stared up at me, his eyes wide, dark, and completely wrecked. He looked at the sweat slicking my chest, the line of my throat as I tipped my head back.
And that was the moment. I saw it hit him.
It wasn’t just lust. It softened the sharp edges of his face. It turned his typical glare into a look of pure, unadulterated devotion.
“Better,” Cal choked out, his voice thick with emotion. “A million times better. The throne is fake. This is… Jesus, Si.”
I sank down deep, grinding my hips against his. “This is real.”
“Yeah,” Cal rasped, his hands tightening on my thighs. “Move for me, baby. Just like that. Grind down on it. Use me.”
I set the pace. It was a slow, rolling rhythm. I rode him with deliberate focus, lifting and sinking, feeling the friction burn deliciously. Every time I sank down, Cal’s hips snapped up to meet me, burying himself deeper, trying to fuse us together.
“You feel so tight,” Cal groaned, his head thrashing against the pillows. “Look at you. Taking every inch of me.”
The sensation was overwhelming. The heat, the sweat, the sound of skin slapping against skin. My own cock was hard, rubbing against his slick abs with every movement.
“Cal,” I moaned, the pleasure building into a white-hot pressure in my stomach. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the mattress by his head.
“I’ve got you,” he soothed, seeing my eyes glaze over. “I’m right here. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
He reached up, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down.
Our mouths met in a kiss that tasted like desperation.
It was wet, messy, and consuming. He kissed me like he was trying to breathe for me.
His tongue tangled with mine, his hips bucking harder beneath me, driving into me with a force that shook the bed frame.
“Silas,” he gasped against my mouth, breaking the kiss to look me in the eye, his pupils blown wide. “Only you. You hear me? Only ever you.”
The intensity of it was too much. I felt the coil tighten in my gut, the edge approaching fast.
“Cal, I’m close,” I panted, my rhythm getting erratic. “I can’t—”
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, reaching down between our sweating bodies. His hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking me in time with my thrusts. “Cum on me, baby. Mark me.”
I cried out, my back arching as the orgasm ripped through me. I couldn’t hold back. With a choked sob, I spilled hot and fast, my cum coating his taut stomach and chest, slicking the skin between us.
The sight of my release on him undid Cal completely. He shouted my name, his body seizing beneath me, his hips driving up hard into me one last time.
I collapsed forward onto his chest, completely spent, gasping for air in the thick, musky scent of the room.
Silence reclaimed the space, broken only by our ragged, synced breathing. We were a mess of sweat and fluids, trembling in the aftermath.
Cal’s arms wrapped around me instantly, holding me tight, his hand stroking down my sweat slicked back. He didn’t make a joke. He didn’t move to clean up. He just held me.
“You’re perfect,” Cal whispered into my hair, his voice sounding wrecked, thick with something that scared the hell out of me. “Don’t ever think I want anything else.”