Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
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JOHNNY
Calum gives in. He gives in so hard. If I break under the force of his surrender, it will have been worth it.
With a final muttered curse, he yanks me against him. One hand takes the back of my neck in a tight grip. The other arm snakes around my waist, trapping me in place.
His mouth crashes down upon mine, demanding instant access to all I have offered. I greet the intrusion of his tongue with a violent welcome. My hands clutch at his hair, his shoulders, at the lines of his back and the curves of his arse. It’s not enough. I need skin. Now.
Thrusting my hands between us, I try to undo the buttons on his shirt, but my fingers fumble the attempt and I resort to tearing at the material. Buttons pop. Calum releases me with an impatient growl to shrug out of the ruined shirt and toss it aside.
Our bare chests collide as we rush each other once more.
Urgent hands grapple for purchase, blunt nails rake over skin.
I track wet kisses along his jaw, biting down on the skin of his throat until he hisses in a breath and drops his head back in invitation.
The subtle roughness of his stubble abrades my lips, and I relish in the sparks of delight that trip and flare inside me.
My exploration continues downwards over his heaving chest where I pause to play teeth, fingers and tongue over his nipples before sinking gratefully to my knees.
Taking hold of his hips, I press my face against the flatness of his belly, breathing deep of the musky, masculine scent of him.
I rub my lips back and forth above the waistband of his trousers, teasing myself with the faint line of hair that leads me to my intended destination.
Being with Calum is wholly different to anything I’ve known before.
Where sex, for me, has always been about taking pleasure in softness and curves, Calum’s body is all straight lines and height and the firmness of muscle.
My pulse races as strongly as it ever has.
I’m desperate for him the same way I was once desperate for her.
But while there’s a familiarity in the fire ignited by his nearness, this experience is a unique kind of revelation.
There has never been anyone like Calum for me. There never will be again.
My breath catches as I reach for his belt buckle. His eyes widen on a gasp before he breathes my name. “Are you sure?”
I allow my grin to be answer enough. My hands continue to move. Unbuckle. Unbutton. Unzip. My mouth waters in anticipation until, finally, I push his trousers and boxers down over his hips to release his dick.
It seems to preen beneath my hungry gaze, bobbing and weeping pre-come. I wrap one hand around the length of it and give a single tentative stroke. Calum jerks within my grasp. “Christ, Johnny,” he mutters, his voice strained. “Feels so good.”
Emboldened by his words, I stroke him a few more times, before moving on to the real reason I’m so eager to be down here.
Licking my lips, I lean in and take the head into my mouth.
Our simultaneous groans mingle in the otherwise silent room.
I continue to stroke the base of his erection with a firm hand while my mouth plays.
Lapping, sucking, teasing his slit with the tip of a pointed tongue.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I never thought I’d be here. I never thought I’d have the chance to do this.
With an ecstatic moan, I sink deeper. Calum’s length fills my mouth, it prods at the back of my throat, and my eyes roll back in my head as I tongue him all over.
The sounds he makes are shockingly erotic.
The slow roll of his hips, the tangle of his fingers in my hair.
Every move, every moan, propels me on. Drawing him as deep into my mouth as I can manage, I seal my lips around him and suck hard on the withdraw.
Calum cries out, his body shuddering before he pulls free of my mouth and wraps a hand tight around his base. When he urges me upwards, I grunt in disapproval but get to my feet anyway.
His arms wrap around me, and he buries his face in the curve of my neck. “Your mouth is insane.” His breath is hot and fast. “I don’t want to come too soon.”
“Can’t stop touching you.” The restless grinding of my hips and wandering of my hands make my words superfluous but I give them to him, anyway. I’ll give him anything, as long as he doesn’t stop. “Need you so badly.”
“I want to touch you, too.” His mouth slants across mine and the whispered words spill across my lips. “I want to taste you.” A drawn-out whimper is the only response I can muster, but it brings a lusty grin to his face. “Where’s the bedroom?”
Taking him by the hand, I drag him around the couch, down a short hallway, and through an open door. Clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor. I was too hyped up on fury and anticipation to give a shit where my clothes landed earlier tonight. But at least the bed is made.
We strip naked in a rushed silence, grinning at each other like a couple of lust-addled fools.
Calum is still toeing out of his boots when he pushes me backwards onto the bed. I scoot into the centre while he snatches off his socks. “Lube?” he asks.
“Top drawer.” I gesture to the bedside table.
Calum snaps on the small lamp, casting the room in the dim warmth of light and shadow. He finds the small bottle in the drawer and tosses it onto the bed before joining me.
Leaning down, he licks a short, wet line along the inside of my knee. Tiny jolts of lightning zing beneath the skin, arcing upwards towards my straining dick. The next lick teases my inner thigh and my legs part further in encouragement.
When he takes my left nut into his mouth, I damned near howl in pleasure. My calloused fingers sink into the thickness of his hair as he lavishes my right nut with the same level of care before engulfing my length in his hot mouth like he’s planning to swallow it whole.
My entire body draws tight, back arching, head thrown back. The sound erupting from my throat is embarrassingly wanton and unnecessarily loud.
With a satisfied hum, Calum eases off my aching dick and rises to hover over me on straight arms. “The sounds you make blow my mind. So hot.”
“More,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around his neck and urging him closer. “Down.”
He lowers his body on top of me, his weight pushing me into the mattress. “Too heavy?” he asks with lifted eyebrows.
My eyes slide closed as I shake my head. “Perfect.” Taking his firm arse cheeks in my hand, I roll my hips, thrusting our dicks together. With a low groan, Calum follows my lead.
Every inch of me is on fire for him. My mind is full of him. I can’t get enough.
“I’ve dreamed of you like this, Johnny.” Calum’s words are a balm on my lips between kisses.
I smile and he licks at the corners of my grin before diving back between my lips. “How often?” I ask, desperate to know I haven’t spent these last two months alone in my suffering.
“Every night.” He reaches for the lube. “Every day.” One slick hand reaches between our bodies to curl around both of us. The sounds we make merge and mingle as our foreheads press together. “Every minute in between.”
“I’ve dreamed of you, too,” I whisper as we move together at an ever-quickening pace. “I wanted to know… I wanted…”
My hips buck harder and Calum gasps. “Tell me, Johnny. What do you want?”
I open my eyes to look at him. “I want to know what it feels like to fuck you.” The words are barely audible. A wish thrown atop an exhale.
Calum stills, his body trembling, his fingers gripping us tight but no longer moving. His head drops into the curve of my neck with a strangled groan.
“Calum?” Did I say the wrong thing? Is he strictly a top? Have I ruined our night together?
His head turns until hot breath rushes against the shell of my ear. “Say it again.”
Sighing out a relieved laugh, I grip his ginger hair in one hand, tugging until he lifts to look into my eyes. “I want to fuck you in the arse until you’re humping my bed and coming all over the sheets.” I take a shuddering breath as I wait for him to respond. “Can I?”
“Yeah.” His smile is sunshine bright. “You can have me anyway you want.”
My heart threatens to burst out of my chest, until a thought occurs to me. “Oh shit, I don’t have any condoms.” I’d meant to buy some, for all the gay sex I’d planned to have—eventually. The idea of it actually happening has seemed too surreal, until Calum knocked on my door.
“It’s okay.” Calum scrambles off the bed to search through his clothes and pulls a foil packet from his wallet. “I’ve got you covered. Literally,” he finishes with a wink.
Snorting in amusement, I take the condom with one hand and guide him back onto the bed with the other.
He turns over onto his hands and knees, his legs spread, and I clamber into a kneeling position behind him.
My breath catches. This is how I’ve pictured him.
Naked. Needy. Arse up and waiting to be filled.
I take a moment to run my hands over his back and legs, before allowing my focus to lower to the puckered opening between his arse cheeks.
One hand drifts in that direction, until my middle finger brushes lightly over his hole. He gasps and the muscles there clench and release. I do it again, and again, watching him quiver in tiny spasms of longing. Fascinated by his responses, I try to insert a finger.
His arse tilts towards me but his muttered, “Lube,” makes me freeze.
“Shit, sorry.” I grab the bottle and apply a liberal amount to one hand before trying again.
My index finger slides into him all the way to the second knuckle, and he clamps down around it with a sharp cry.
Holy hell, he’s tight. Even the thought of him wrapped around my dick has me on the edge of coming.
I try my thumb this time, sliding it in and out of him, my gaze riveted to that one spot connecting us. Calum lowers his head and chest to the mattress, fucking back onto my finger with slow, rocking movements. “Calum,” I breathe hoarsely. “So hot.”
Snapping up the bottle with my free hand, I manage to awkwardly spill lube out onto my palm before reaching around to grasp his hard length.
Drunk on his reactions, I work him over with both hands.
Jerking his dick, fingering his arse. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
It’s like he said the night we met. This one hit will ruin me for life.
“Johnny.” His voice is strained, his body quaking. “You promised to fuck me.”
A wicked grin spreads over my face. “One second. I want to try something.” I curl the fingers I have buried inside him until his body goes rigid and he keens loudly. “That’s it,” I mutter under my breath. “Found it.”
Satisfied, I withdraw my fingers and rush to put on the condom. It takes longer than I would like. It’s been a really freaking long time since I’ve had reason to use one.
The moment I’m sheathed, I add final lashes of lubricant to myself and Calum before moving into position.
Unable to resist any longer, I push against the tight ring of muscles until the head of my dick sinks inside of him.
His grunt of satisfaction sends me deeper on the second thrust. Ripples of pleasure shudder through me on the third and this is the way I could lose my fucking mind.
“Yes,” Calum shouts, jerking backwards to meet every thrust. “Take me.”
I slam into him, the cradle of my hips crashing into his spread cheeks as I sink to the hilt. The hunger of his body strangles me in its embrace and already my orgasm is barrelling towards me.
“Calum, I’m not gonna last.” The words are forced through gritted teeth. “You’re so… ugh.” I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to hold back.
“Do it,” he breathes. “Come with me.”
I reach for him, but his hand is already there, stroking furiously. Further back, I take hold of his nuts, rolling them in my palm.
“Johnny!” Calum begins to shudder violently, and I jerk my hand up to the head of his dick.
The evidence of his orgasm flows over my hand and my heart is set aglow.
But ultimately, it’s my name—ejected from his lips like a prayer—that sends me over the edge.
Come pulses out of me, filling the condom, until I’ve given him all I have.
It’s a long time before I manage to move.
I deal with the condom before collapsing beside Calum.
My chest is pressed along his side, one arm thrown over his back, a calf between his knees.
He turns his head so he’s facing me. We’re silent while we catch our breaths, allowing our eyes, and the occasional brush of lips, to say everything we’re not allowed to voice.
Finally, he lifts onto his elbows, glancing down towards where his belly still touches the duvet. “I messed up your bed,” he says with a sardonic grin.
“As requested.” I laugh and my whole body gets into it. I haven’t felt this relaxed since… hell, I don’t even remember. “I suppose I should reward you.”
He lifts curious eyebrows at me. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking we could spend the rest of the night taking turns acting out the fantasies we’ve had about each other.”
Calum smiles. “That could take a while.”
“We have all night.”
His smile dims. I try to swallow past the painful lump in my throat.
“It’s not long enough.”
“I know.”
We stare at each other, acknowledging the uncertainty dawn will bring. For both of us. Then he takes my hand, he kisses my lips, and we lose ourselves in each other all over again.