24. Ethan
Ethan
Before I knew what was happening, Calder and I had landed on his couch in a tangle of limbs, our mouths locked together.
His tongue swirled around mine, desperate and claiming, while I leaned back, letting him take whatever he wanted from me.
The heat of his hard, thick cock pressed against my thigh insistently through his jeans.
My own was straining against my boxer, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the pre-cum already leaking from my tip.
Something about Calder… his scent, his possessiveness…
it got me so hot so fast I could barely think.
"Fuck," Calder breathed against my lips, his hands roaming down my sides with barely restrained hunger. "You smell so good."
His words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cool morning air.
There was something primal in the way he said it, like he was breathing me in, memorizing my scent.
His fingers found the hem of his t-shirt that I was wearing, sliding underneath to explore the warm skin of my stomach.
"Calder," I gasped as his calloused palms mapped the planes of my chest, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. "What's gotten into you?"
He pulled back just enough to look at me, those brown eyes darker than I'd ever seen them, flecked with gold that seemed to swirl and dance. "You," he said simply, his voice rough with want. "It's always you."
Before I could process what he meant, his mouth was on my throat, lips and teeth working against the sensitive skin there.
I arched beneath him, my hands fisting in his shirt as pleasure shot straight to my groin.
The way he was touching me, claiming me with his mouth, felt wonderfully possessive. Like he was marking me.
"I need you," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot and urgent. "Need to be inside you."
The raw desire in his voice made my cock throb painfully against the confines of my boxers. I'd never wanted anything as much as I wanted him in that moment, all of him, claiming me completely.
"Yes," I breathed, tilting my head back to give him better access to my throat. "Please, Calder. I want that too."
A low growl rumbled through his chest at my words, so deep I felt it vibrate against my skin. His hands moved with new purpose, sliding down to the waistband of my boxers.
"Are you sure?" he asked, pulling back to search my face. Despite the hunger burning in his eyes, there was tenderness there too, a need for my consent that made my heart skip.
"I've never been more sure of anything," I replied, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. "I want you to take me."
Something shifted in his expression then, becoming almost reverent. He leaned down to capture my lips again, this kiss slower, deeper, full of promise. His tongue swept into my mouth as his hands worked to strip away the last barriers between us.
When we were both finally naked, skin against heated skin, he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. There he instructed me to lay down. “I’ll take care of everything,” he said. “I just want you to enjoy yourself.”
He sure had a lot of confidence for a man who’d never been with another man before. But instead of raising the concern that this was going to be a two-pump fling, it just turned me on more. I had no doubt he would do a good job.
I watched as he retrieved the lube from the top drawer of his nightstand.
However, instead of positioning himself between my legs, he crawled into bed behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His thick and throbbing cock pressed against my ass, reminding me with every heartbeat of what I’d gotten myself into.
But all I could do was sit there and leak pre-cum onto the bed, my own heart racing with anticipation.
“You smell so good when you’re turned on,” he whispered, the words seeming almost instinctual. He flipped the cap on the lube and coated his fingers before reaching down my body. “Let me get you ready for me.”
His fingers slid between my cheeks, teasing at my entrance with gentle, circular motions. The cool gel warmed quickly against my skin as he worked me open with surprising patience, his lips trailing kisses across my shoulders and neck.
"Is this okay?" he murmured against my ear, his voice husky with desire.
"God, yes," I gasped as one finger slipped inside me. The intrusion burned slightly, but his careful movements soon had me pressing back against his hand, seeking more.
"That's it," he encouraged, adding a second finger. "Just relax for me, pup."
I reached back, threading my fingers through his dark hair as he continued to stretch me. His fingers curved inside me, searching, and when they found that spot deep within, I cried out, my cock jerking against my stomach.
"Found it," he said with a satisfied growl. The sound was almost inhuman, sending shivers down my spine.
He took his time, working me open with methodical care until I was writhing against him, desperate for more. Three fingers deep now, and I was ready to beg.
"Calder, please," I panted. "I need you inside me."
He withdrew his fingers slowly, and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. With one arm still wrapped possessively around my waist, he guided himself to my hole.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
I turned my head, meeting those golden-flecked eyes over my shoulder. The intensity I found there stole my breath.
"Mine," he whispered as he began to push inside, the pressure exquisite and overwhelming.
I gasped at the stretch, gripping his forearm as he entered me with agonizing slowness. He was bigger than I'd anticipated, filling me completely, the burn of it dancing on the edge between pleasure and pain.
"You okay," he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes,” I replied, forcing myself to relax, to breathe through the initial discomfort until it mellowed into something warm and full and perfect. When he was finally seated completely inside me, we both paused, panting.
"You feel incredible," he groaned, his forehead pressed against my shoulder. "So much tighter than anyone else I’ve ever been with."
“You’re pretty big too,” I chuckled, the movement sending waves of pleasure through me. “But don’t stop now.”
The position allowed him to hold me close while he began to move in shallow thrusts. His arm tightened around my waist, his other hand sliding up to cup my throat in a gesture that was protective rather than threatening. Each gentle thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through me.
It was different from the sex I’d had with previous partners.
Those were usually gruff and intense, the pair of us rutting one another until we collapsed in a heap.
But this was… intimate. Calder wasn’t just fucking me like I was his personal plaything, he was almost edging himself slowly inside me, making every tiny movement count for both of us.
It was teasing and sweet and wonderful in a way I didn’t expect.
And all the while he was laying tiny soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, nipping my skin here and there with love bites.
"God, Ethan," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You're so perfect."
His hips began to move with more purpose now, each thrust deeper than the last, angling to hit that sweet spot inside me. I moaned shamelessly when he found it, my body arching back against him instinctively.
"There?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that I could feel vibrating through my back.
"Yes," I gasped. "Right there."
He kept that angle, his rhythm steady and deliberate, driving me closer to the edge with each careful stroke. His hand slid from my waist to wrap around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
"Fuck," I hissed, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. "Calder, I'm not going to last if you keep that up."
"Good," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Want to feel you cum for me, pup."
There was something almost wild in his movements now, a barely restrained power that made me feel simultaneously vulnerable and completely safe. His arm around me tightened possessively, pulling me back against his chest as his hips snapped forward with increasing urgency.
The pleasure built within me, coiling tighter with each stroke, each brush against that spot deep inside. Calder's breathing grew ragged, his rhythm faltering slightly as his own control began to slip.
"Mine," he murmured again, the word sounding like both a claim and a prayer. "All mine."
"I’m yours," I agreed breathlessly, the word escaping before I could think about what it meant.
Something about my admission seemed to break the last of his restraint. His thrusts became deeper, more primal, his hand working my cock with determined strokes. I felt myself teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
"Cum for me, pup," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "I need to feel it."
I gave into my orgasm without a second thought.
It hit me like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing through me as I cried out in ecstasy.
My body clenched around him as I spilled over his hand and onto the sheets.
The intensity of it left me trembling, clinging to his arm as if it were the only solid thing in the world.
Calder groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic as my body tightened around him.
With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep inside me and followed me over the edge, his release hot and pulsing.
I felt his body shudder against mine, his face pressed into the crook of my neck as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
For long moments afterward, we lay there tangled together, breathing heavily, neither of us willing to move or break the connection. His arms remained wrapped around me, holding me close as if afraid I might disappear.
“Oh… my god…” I panted, unable to form words.
“Uh-huh,” he replied, having the same problem.
I lay there in his arms, his cock still pulsing inside me. Most guys would’ve started to go soft, but not Calder. No, he was still thick and throbbing, unable or unwilling to pull out after the job was done. I couldn’t blame him either, there was a part of me that wanted to go again already.
“Oh no…” I heard him whisper against my neck, his forehead coming to rest against my shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“I… I didn’t ask you,” he said, pain clear in his voice. “I just came inside you without asking. I’m sorry…”
I craned my neck, capturing his lips with mine. “It’s okay. Unless you know you’re gonna give me something I’ll need a doctor for.”
“No, no!” he said quickly. “Nothing like that… I just… I should’ve asked.”
“It’s okay,” I repeated. “Really.” I kissed him once more, loving how concerned he was to have my permission. When I pulled back I stared at him for a moment, admiring the gold flecks in his eyes. “So… are you going to call me ‘pup’ now? Is that what’s happening?”
He looked so shy. “Do you mind?”
All I could do was smile. “Not at all.”