Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
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CALUM
This is a moment I never thought would come. A day when someone chose me, even when it went against their best interests to do so. Against all reason and commonsense. He chose me, anyway.
And it wasn’t only Johnny. The whole band agreed to take their chances with me, despite the immediate rewards staying with Rush would have afforded them.
They kept me close when I expected to be cast aside.
Hell, I encouraged them to do just that.
Not only because I didn’t want to hold them back, but because I thought it might ease the sting when they followed my suggestion.
Instead, they stood up for me. They treated me like one of them.
Like family.
The whole thing seems like some kind of surreal dream. Yet, Johnny’s right here. His body solid beneath mine. His hands stroking my thighs as he waits for me to recover from the shock of his fidelity.
My hands lift to cup his face as my mouth curves into a soft smile. “This is it, then? We get everything we wanted, and all our dreams come true?”
He chuckles. “It might take some time but… it looks like it, yeah.”
I close the distance between us, brushing my lips against his, lingering there to relish the freedom of kissing him in the absence of guilt and fear. “We never have to hide again you realise,” I murmur as I begin pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders.
Nodding, he shrugs out of the jacket and then rushes to lift my t-shirt over my head. “I can make out with you in public anytime I want.”
“I didn’t realise you were so fond of public displays of affection.”
“Neither did I,” he says as he loses his tie and then his business shirt. “Until I wanted so desperately to kiss you, and touch you, and knew I couldn’t.”
My back arches as he nuzzles the sensitive spot at the base of my throat. “Touch me now, Johnny,” I whisper, the heat of desire rushing through me. “Don’t ever stop.”
With a quiet groan, he lifts his head to take control of my mouth. His kisses are slow and thorough, his tongue coaxing its way inside.
I spread my knees wider and begin to rock against him. Our growing erections rub together, separated by frustrating layers of cotton.
“Fuck, Cal,” he says, his eyes falling closed. “The way you move is obscene. You’re gonna make me come too soon.”
Despite the warning, I step up the rhythm, hoping to go from obscene to downright filthy. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask in my best bedroom voice.
His open mouth curves upwards. “Don’t you dare.” Then he’s thrusting his hand between us, reaching into the waistband of both sweatpants and underwear to take me in hand.
My head falls back on a gasp of pure lust. “Ungh, yes. Right there.”
Closing his hot mouth over my nipple, he sucks hard while jerking me in a tight grip. On every upstroke, his thumb swipes the head of my cock, gathering pre-come to ease the way. It’s so good and too fast and soon I’m the one in danger of losing control.
“Get these off,” Johnny demands, pushing at my sweatpants. I quickly lever myself up off the couch and shed the last of my clothes before climbing right back onto his lap.
He licks his lips as he gathers me close. His hands roam every inch of me as he rains kisses on my face, mouth, neck, chest. He sinks lower on the couch, and I lift up onto my knees to make it easier for him to continue his descent. When his hot mouth wraps around me, I give a shout of delight.
He begins to suck. His mouth is like a vacuum, pulling me deeper and deeper until I’m quickly nudging the back of his throat. Shuddering, I risk looking down. His eyes are half mast, a blissed out look on his face as he strains to take me deeper. I lose it.
My fingers grip on to his hair as I shoot my load down his throat, riding the waves of my orgasm until all the strength leaves my body and I collapse against him.
He rises back up onto the couch and then his mouth is on mine again, feeding me traces of my own come as I quake with aftershocks.
“I need inside you,” he growls. Leaning forwards, he reaches around me to sweep the large coffee table free of my anxiety clutter. I send a brief plea to the heavens to protect my prized novelty mug as everything hits the carpet.
Johnny manoeuvres me onto the now empty table, and I hiss in a breath as my heated skin comes into contact with the cool wood. It might be old and covered in watermarks, but the heavy table is sturdy as hell, and I can’t help but be grateful to whoever donated it to the op-shop I found it in.
I watch Johnny from beneath heavy lids as he strips out of the remainder of his clothes. He fumbles for his wallet, where he’s taken to keeping a sachet of lubricant. Just in case.
He pauses. His chest heaving in ragged pants. Eyes wild as he takes in the sight of me, spread out on the low table before him. “You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, dropping onto his knees between my spread thighs. His hands run up and down the length of my torso. “The things I want to do to you.”
“Do them,” I say, the rough quality of my voice belying the purity of my overture. “Have me.”
His eyes flash at my use of the words he said to me on our first night together. When our hope was brought low and our craving for each other seemed all we had left.
I sit up then, my knees bracketing his hips, and pluck the small sachet from his fingers.
Tearing it open, I drizzle the liquid onto my palms and fingers, getting everything nice and slippery.
I reach down to take hold of his erection, revelling in the heat and hardness of him.
Then, perching on the edge of the heavy table, I lower my other hand between my cheeks.
“Johnny.” With a little manoeuvring, I manage to sink a single finger inside my hole, and a whimper slips from my throat.
“Love of my life. Keeper of my heart.” I’m no lyricist, but I try for some sweetness before abandoning all control of my tongue.
“I need you to fuck the living shit out of me.” The stretch of a second finger has my mouth falling open with a desperate whine. “Please, fill me.”
With a whispered curse, he’s on me. One hand pulls my head up so he can invade my mouth with his tongue. The other moves my fingers away from my slick hole so he can take over. His touch is rougher than mine, more insistent, more desperate. I welcome every second of it.
My back hits the table once more before arching wantonly. A smile I can’t shake stretches my mouth wide, and I allow my eyes to close as I concentrate on the sensations of Johnny wreaking carnal havoc on my naked body.
He grabs a thick cushion to shove under his knees before positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I can’t help but wriggle my hips, seeking more of that delicious pressure. “Cal, babe,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna need you to hold still for a minute.”
I try to quit my writhing but he’s Right. Freaking. There. His weeping tip is pressed tight against me, and I want it so badly. “Need you.”
“I know.” His hands travel over me with long, languid strokes from my shoulders all the way down to my freshly hardened length.
“I need you, too.” He bends to drop tender kisses to my chest, but then his flat stomach brushes my cock, and I buck against him.
A quiet chuckle rises from low in his throat.
“So eager,” he croons, laving a nipple. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of you.”
Reaching out to grip the edge of the coffee table on either side of my head, he moves his hips, increasing the pressure on my greedy hole for a single, delicious moment and I keen softly.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just like that.” On the next thrust, the head of his cock pops past the quivering ring of muscle and I cry out, desperate for more.
He settles into a rhythm then, working his way inside my body with slow, steady thrusts. Our breaths rush between us with harsh, heavy pants. My arms lock around his torso, my legs around his hips, as I try to force him deeper. Deeper, still.
By the time he bottoms out all control is lost. My throbbing cock is trapped between us.
The hot, wet slide of our perspiring bodies provides enough friction to get me to the edge and hold me there.
Then he slides his hand between us to take me in hand and there’s no holding back.
My balls tighten as the oncoming tide of my orgasm rushes at me.
It drowns out the broken declarations of love filling my ear.
It overwhelms the slapping of bare flesh and the cries of impending completion.
The wave crests, taking me with it and my body clamps down as I come all over Johnny’s eager hand. He groans as his own release fills me with great, pulsating spasms.
By the time we come back to our senses, my mobile phone is ringing.
It’s not just any ring.
Flinching, I try to sit upright, struggling under the weight of Johnny’s still sluggish form. “That’s Genevieve.”
His eyes widen and then we’re both scrambling to find my phone in the mess we’ve created.
I manage to answer on the last ring before it goes to voice mail. “Good afternoon, Calum Ellis speaking,” I say, attempting to get some sort of control over my racing heart.
“Calum, dear, how are you doing?” The tinny sound of her voice tells me the call is on speaker. I have no doubt Arthur is listening in with bated breath.
“I’m excellent. Thank you for asking.” With a smirk, I grab my sweatpants and use them to cover the couch cushion so I can sit beside Johnny, allowing him to hear both ends of the conversation.
“That’s good news. Listen,” she continues without pause, “I feel things got a bit out of hand at our last meeting. Some less than savory ideas were put forward. Hasty decisions were made. Let’s have a do over.” I’ve never heard her so cheerful. “I want you to come back to work.”
The look Johnny gives me falls somewhere between shock and indignation, and I almost snort out a laugh.
“I’m sending you over a fresh contract now,” Genevieve continues. “I think you’ll be pleased by your new and improved package. All you need to do is sign on the dotted line and shoot it back to me within the hour.”
My eyebrows lift. “Why the hurry?” As if I don’t know she’s hoping I’m still clueless about the deal she made with the band. If I sign this new contract, that will be dead in the water.
“I have an entire company to run,” she says with a condescending laugh. “Things move fast in this industry. If you’re coming back to Rush, you’ll need to keep up.”
“Actually,” I say with a thoughtful tone, “I’ve decided to try doing some consulting work for the next few months.
” Johnny smiles widely, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before getting up to wander down the nearby hallway towards my bedroom.
“If you have any offers in line with that, I’ll be happy to consider them.
” In the long pause that follows, I hear Johnny start the shower in my ensuite.
“You’ve spoken to your boyfriend then,” Genevieve says in a flat tone.
A grin covers my face as I look down. My stomach is still sticky and there’s a growing wet spot on the pants I’m sitting on. Thank god I covered the couch. “You could say that.”
Cutting all pretence, Genevieve assures me she’ll send the consulting contract by the middle of next week before abruptly ending the call.
Weak with relief, I make my way into the ensuite where Johnny is soaping up that hard body I can’t get enough of. “Is there room for one more?”
He opens the glass door. “Always.”
When I step inside, he hugs me close, and we take a minute to simply enjoy the hot water and each other. “You weren’t tempted to go back?” he asks, finally. “I know having that job helped you feel secure.”
“Not lately it didn’t,” I say with a shake of my head.
The pressure to put the company’s profits above the good of my clients had only been increasing.
I’m honestly not sure how much longer I would have lasted.
“The idea of working for myself is terrifying, not gonna lie. But in some ways, it feels like the safer option.” No more waiting for someone to pull the rug out from under me.
No one questioning the validity of my values.
“You and the guys are taking a chance by believing in me. It’s time I believe in me, too.
” I pause to consider some of the benefits that will come with this new kind of future.
“This does mean you’ll have to keep doing what I tell you to. ”
A mischievous grin appears on Johnny’s face. “Based on forethought and planning?”
“Exactly.”
“Remind me to buy you a pack of gold stars,” he says, his hands starting to roam once more.
“Gold stars?” I tilt my head in question. “What would I do with those?”
Johnny smiles. “I have a few ideas.”