14. Chapter 14 - Callum
Heat flooded through my body as Pax doted on me, making sure my ankle was elevated and iced, and caressing my leg. I couldn’t help but shift a little as my cock responded to the touch and proximity, desire roaring through my veins.
I glanced up at Paxton to find him watching me, eyes dark, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. A moment later, he glanced away, his cheeks growing pink.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
I shifted again, mind racing. “It’s hot out here. Do you think you could help me get inside? I’d love to recline a little.”
He nodded, brow furrowing. “Of course.” The next thing I knew, he was hauling me to my feet, ice pack and towel in his opposite hand. “Come on.” Together we made our way inside. “Where to?”
I nodded in the direction of my bedroom. “This way.” A minute later, we’d made our way down the hall and Pax pushed open the door to my room. I groaned as I settled onto the queen-sized bed, gritting my teeth against the pain in my ankle.
Once I was arranged, foot up and iced again, pillows tucked behind me so I could sit comfortably, Pax sat at my side, looking at me so tenderly it made my heart constrict.
“Thanks again for the help,” I murmured.
“Don’t mention it.”
We sat shoulder to shoulder and silent for several moments before I spoke again. “I’m really grateful you came today. Everyone seemed to love you.”
“Except Jacob,” he said with a little laugh.
I nodded. “Except Jacob.” I bumped him with my shoulder gently. “Thanks for that, too.”
He shrugged, a smile on his face. “It was worth seeing him spin out.”
I glanced over at him to see him smiling and staring at his lap.
A second later, he looked up. We locked gazes for a brief moment and my breath caught in my chest. I watched as Pax’s tongue darted out to wet his lips and his gaze dropped to my mouth.
He looked back up at my eyes again and I gave him the slightest, shyest smile, which seemed to be the only cue he needed.
A beat passed before he leaned in and kissed me gently.
The warm press of his mouth against mine made my breath hitch again.
Slowly, his lips parted and his tongue eased its way along mine.
I moved my hand to rest on the back of his neck and eased my fingers into his short, soft hair.
He smelled like fresh grass and sweat and something earthy.
Paxton’s hand came to rest on my jaw and we kissed for several seconds, long, slow movements, exploring each other’s mouths cautiously.
I placed my free hand on his thigh, sliding it up toward his groin, which made him squirm and his breathing grow a little ragged, but stopped before I reached his cock, letting my fingers tease the seam of his shorts.
A soft groan escaped him and he rocked closer, making me chuckle.
We parted a moment later, both of us breathing hard.
When Paxton’s eyes opened, he exhaled slowly and leaned back, putting a bit of space between us.
I wanted him back in my space immediately. “Is everything okay?”
He nodded slowly. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
Swallowing hard, I reached for him, pulling him closer. “I was better a few seconds ago.”
Paxton let out a shaky, nervous laugh and kissed me again, but he broke it just as quickly. “Just a second.” He got up and closed the bedroom door before turning the lock on the knob. “Just in case,” he murmured.
My body heated at the implication, my gut twisting with desire, and the moment he returned to the bed, I pulled him in, one hand going to his hip, the other on the side of his neck.
When our lips met this time, there was no slow, cautious exploration of each other.
Instead, Pax devoured my mouth with his, breathing tight, both of us letting out soft noises of pleasure as we kissed frantically.
Paxton’s hands went to my waist and unfastened the fly of my shorts, tugging the zipper down, kissing me relentlessly.
Without further warning, he dipped his hand into my shorts, past the waistband of my boxer briefs, and wrapped his fingers around my aching cock.
I couldn’t help the sound I let out, soft and desperate, as I rocked my hips up into his touch.
He chuckled softly into the kiss and stroked me in long, slow, deliberate movements. After a few moments of torture, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. His voice was soft when he spoke. “Can I…” He squeezed me gently and stroked the crown with his thumb, teasing precum from me.
“Anything,” I whispered brokenly, fighting the urge to let out another desperate noise.
“I want to taste you.”
“God.” I groaned and nodded. “Please.”
He didn’t waste any time easing his way down the bed.
I was careful not to jostle my ankle too much as I spread my legs a little wider to give him access.
Paxton tugged at my shorts and I lifted my hips so he could pull them down, exposing my cock.
Instead of taking me in his mouth, he went back to stroking me in one fist, his gaze locked on the spot where he touched me.
I moved my hand to the back of his neck and teased his short hair with my fingers, wanting to beg for more, but not wanting to rush him, either.
I shut my eyes tightly and a moment later, the heat of his mouth enveloped me, his tongue teasing the crown as he sucked, making me suck in a breath.
Paxton eased into it, taking a little more each time he dipped his head down, before pulling back and stroking with his fist. I let one hand rest at the base of his head, my other gripping the bedspread tightly.
A soft moan escaped from me as he worked to take me deeper, easing lower and lower until my cock brushed the back of his throat.
His muscles tightened around me and I moaned again before biting my lip to quiet myself.
He set a rhythm then, bobbing his head as he sucked me, stroking my shaft with his fist at the same time.
I ached for release, getting closer to the edge, when Pax stopped sucking, moving his mouth lower, to tease at my balls while his hand continued stroking.
The change in pace made my orgasm recede a little and I let out a little whimper of despair.
Paxton eased his free hand lower, spreading my ass, a finger brushing my hole, and my whimper turned to a quiet moan.
He chuckled, the vibrations against my balls making heat bank in the pit of my stomach. A moment later, his mouth was back on my cock, working me faster as his finger put firm pressure against my ass without breaching me. I still wanted more, wanted everything Pax had to give.
I took slow breaths to steady myself as the heat built, tightening my balls, my cock thickening as my orgasm drew close. When it was clear that the finish line was in sight, I tightened my fingers in his hair.
“Pax.” My tone was a warning.
He didn’t hesitate to nod and let out a soft groan of his own. “Yeah,” he reassured me quietly before sucking me back into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” I closed my eyes tightly as the wave crashed over me and I spilled into Paxton’s mouth. He swallowed and continued sucking as the aftershocks rocked through my body. “Oh, God.”
When my cock stopped pulsing and I had been wrung out completely, Paxton pulled away and sat up, wiping the corner of his mouth with the heel of his hand and grinning at me. “Can I kiss you?”
I let out a soft, shaky chuckle and nodded as I hauled my shorts and boxer briefs back into place before fastening my shorts again. “Please.”
His kiss was tender, gentle and careful. I pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and groaning at the taste of my own release. “Fuck,” I muttered again.
He sat back and gave me a winning smile, clearly pleased. “That good, huh?”
I smirked. “It was okay.”
Paxton shoved my shoulder gently and chuckled. After another moment, I moved my hand to his thigh again, sliding my palm along his skin until my fingers were under the fabric of his shorts. He reached for me and kissed me again, quickly.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured.
“I want to touch you.” I squeezed his thigh and his breath hitched.
“I know, but—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of children running caught my attention, and my stomach sank.
I hadn’t been lying. I did want to touch him.
I wanted to see him, to make him come unglued the way he’d done to me just a few moments ago, but the sound of the kids was like a bucket of cold water being poured over us.
He gave me another little smile and a quick kiss. “It’s fine.”
“Later,” I said quietly, my stomach fluttering at the promise.