Chapter 23 #3
The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn’t the silence of distance. It was the silence of peace.
After a long moment, Cal shifted. He didn’t pull away coldly. He kissed my forehead, then my cheek.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice returning to that soft, gentle tone that wrecked me.
He got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp towel. He sat on the edge of the bed and cleaned me up. He wiped the cum off my stomach, gentle and thorough. He wiped my thighs. He treated me like something precious, checking in with every touch.
“You okay?” he asked, brushing hair out of my eyes. “Too rough?”
“Perfect,” I whispered, leaning into his hand. “I love you.”
We woke up tangled together. The sun was streaming in.
Cal was holding me, his arm heavy over my waist, his nose buried in my hair. I shifted, wincing at the soreness that radiated through my entire body. It felt like I’d been split in two.
“You okay?” Cal asked softly, his hand rubbing my hip.
“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” I groaned, but I was smiling.
Cal chuckled, the sound vibrating against my back. “Good. That means I did my job.”
We showered together. Cal washed my back with a soft cloth, careful of my shoulder scars. He washed my hair. We stood under the spray, chests pressed together, just breathing each other in.
When I got dressed, I pulled his hoodie out of my bag. I put it on. It was still a bit oversized, the sleeves covering my hands, smelling faintly of the detergent I used back home.
Cal watched me pull it on, his eyes darkening instantly. He was still in his towel, water dripping down his chest.
“God,” Cal breathed, walking over to me. “You look so fucking sexy in that.”
He ran his hands down my arms, gripping my biceps through the fabric. “Seeing you walking around in my clothes… knowing I’m the reason you’re sore? It makes me want to rip it off and do it again.”
“Cal, we have lobby call in ten minutes,” I laughed, though my face heated up. “And I can barely walk as it is.”
“I know,” Cal smirked, his gaze dropping to the bulge in my jeans. “But you were so good for me last night. Taking it like that. You deserve a reward.”
He dropped to his knees.
My breath hitched. “Cal? What are you—”
He didn’t speak. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down along with my boxers, freeing me.
“Consider this a reward,” he murmured, looking up at me through his lashes.
He took me into his mouth.
It was soft, wet, and worshipping. He swirled his tongue around the head, looking up at me the whole time. It wasn’t the rough degradation of yesterday; it was praise. He sucked me gently, humming against me, his hands squeezing my ass through the hoodie.
“Cal,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders, my knees trembling. “We have to go.”
He didn’t stop. He tightened his lips, taking me deeper, picking up the pace just enough to make my hips buck involuntarily. The suction was incredible, warm and rhythmic.
“Cal, I’m close,” I warned, my voice cracking. “I’m gonna—”
He didn’t pull away. He went harder. He bobbed his head faster, taking me to the back of his throat, demanding it.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
I erupted, spilling hot and fast into his mouth. Cal didn’t choke; he drank it down, humming in satisfaction against my cock as I pulsed through the aftershocks. He drained me dry, licking the tip clean before pulling back.
I slumped against the dresser, breathless, expecting him to go wash up.
Cal stood up, his lips wet and slick. Before I could process what was happening, he grabbed the back of my neck and crushed his mouth to mine.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, sharing the taste of my own cum with me. It was salty, warm, and overwhelming. It was the most intimate, claiming thing he had ever done.
I moaned into his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue, loving it. I loved that he wanted to share this. I loved that he didn’t want to wash me away.
Cal pulled back slowly, a dark, satisfied smirk on his lips as he saw the dazed look in my eyes.
“You taste so good,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Like you’re all mine.”
I stared at him, flushed and completely wrecked. “Jesus, Cal.”
“Now let’s go,” he winked, turning to grab his clothes. “Before I drag you back to bed.”
We went down to breakfast. I was flushed, dizzy, and walking gingerly, the taste of the kiss still lingering on my lips. Lena was already there with Evan, picking at a plate of fruit.
“Oh my god, I love that hoodie!” Lena exclaimed as we sat down. “Is that vintage Deadlock? The lettering is so cool.”
Cal snorted into his coffee. “Vintage,” he laughed, shaking his head at me.
“Yeah,” I said, grabbing a coffee, feeling warm despite the AC. “First merch run. I kept it from the younger years.”
“It’s awesome,” Lena said. “You need to wear one of my shirts next. It would make my day.”
I smiled. “Deal.”
Evan looked at me, then at the hoodie. He clocked it instantly. Then he clocked the way I was shifting in my chair.
“Jesus,” he muttered, shaking his head, trying to hide a smile. “Wearing the Boyfriend’s hoodie much?”
Lena smacked Evan’s arm. “Shut up, Evan! Gay jokes aren’t funny in this generation.”
I choked on my coffee. Cal kicked me under the table, hiding his own laugh behind his hand.
Later, back in the room, we lay in bed, taking advantage of the late checkout before we had to head to the arena for the show.
“So,” Cal asked quietly, tracing patterns on my chest, his touch light and contemplative. “Did you ever move? After everything happened? Where have you been living?”
“No,” I said. “I stayed on the family land. But I inherited my grandfather’s house on the edge of the property. I restored it. Spent a whole year fixing the porch.”
Cal went still. His hand stopped moving. He picked up on it instantly. The porch. The dream.
“I want to take you there,” I said softly, looking at him. “This summer. For an off weekend.”
Cal smiled, warm and genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And your family?”
“I don’t care,” I said honestly. “I’ll tell them who you are. If they have a problem with it, they can get out of my life. I’m not hiding you, Cal. Not anymore.”
Cal kissed me, deep and slow.
“Good,” he whispered against my lips. “Because I’m not hiding either.”
He pulled back, glancing at the clock.
“Also, if we don’t go find Lena soon, she’s going to use that spare key and find us in a very, very compromising position. Again.”