27. Chapter 27 - Paxton
Soon turned out to be several hours later, much to my dismay.
Not that I minded spending time with Callum’s family—not at all.
The Sinclairs were great. Honestly. But once my mind settled on what I really wanted to do, it was all I could think about.
We ate burgers and hot dogs, drinking and laughing and sharing time with his family, but I knew the second we got to my place, I was going to do some very not family-friendly things to Cal.
By the time we were free to get away, my body was on fire, and the sexual tension that was ratcheting up between us was at an all-time high. It felt like an eternity from when Jacob walked away to the moment that Cal leaned over and put a hand on my knee.
“You ready to get out of here?”
I stood up so quickly I nearly toppled my chair over, making Callum laugh and blush. “I’ll meet you at my place?”
He nodded, his cheeks turning an even deeper red, and he fixed his attention on his napkin.
I kissed the top of his head. “Later,” I murmured, before waving to his parents. “Thanks for everything,” I called.
Laura hurried over to wrap me in a hug. “Don’t be a stranger,” she said.
“Mom,” Callum protested. “Leave him alone. Let him go.”
She sighed and released me. “We’ll see you soon, I hope.”
“Yes ma’am.” I waved again and headed to my car.
The drive home felt like it took an eternity, though it was really under a half hour.
By the time I pulled into my driveway, though, my entire body ached and pulsed with need.
I headed inside and tried—unsuccessfully—not to pace my living room while I waited.
Instead, I hopped in the shower, rinsing the day’s heat from my skin.
Callum wasn’t far behind, arriving about five minutes after I got out of the shower.
He didn’t even wait for me to answer the door, just knocked and walked in.
“It’s me,” he called, looking freshly scrubbed himself, with still-damp hair and rosy skin.
The easy familiarity made my chest ache, something I didn’t want to spend much time thinking about.
Instead, I pounced on him, capturing his face in my hands and pressing a rough kiss to his lips.
Cal groaned in response as my tongue found its way into his mouth. He tugged me by the waistband until our bodies were flush together and his erection was evident, already hard and ready, pressed against my pelvis.
I kissed him fiercely, devouring him, running my fingers through his dark hair and tugging at the strands until he groaned again and tipped his head back. I took the opportunity to kiss the spot under his jaw, scraping my teeth along his sensitive skin and making him shiver and squirm.
His hands moved to unfasten my jeans, and as soon as they were open, he was desperately plunging one into my boxer briefs and wrapping his hand around my erection.
“God,” I murmured against his throat, rocking my hips up to thrust into his grip.
He chuckled softly and tightened his fist a little.
The pressure was divine, much needed, but I wanted more.
I didn’t want just a quick, desperate hand job or an eager blow job tonight.
I wanted to fuck him, to bury myself into his heat and feel him gripping my cock and for us to come together, crying out and holding each other close.
“I—” I tried to get the words out but his grip tightened yet again, his thumb slipping through the precum leaking from my slit. “Wait,” I murmured eventually, putting a hand on his wrist.
He froze immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just…” I kissed him quickly, trying to get the nerve up to ask for what I wanted. “I know we haven’t discussed it, but…”
Callum gave me a small, tenuous smile. “What is it?”
“I want to fuck you,” I said finally.
His smile grew. “Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely yes.” He released me, pulling his hand back, and I huffed a soft exhale, missing his touch already.
“Bedroom.” I took him by the hand and practically dragged him down the hallway until we made it to my room. Instead of turning on the overhead light, I clicked on a lamp next to my bed and shut the door behind him. “Clothes off,” I said.
Callum wasted no time in stripping down, his gaze locked to my body as I did the same.
When we were both naked, I reached out for him. “Come here.”
He took a couple of steps to close the space between us before we tumbled onto my bed together. I kissed him eagerly, hungry to taste him and rolled us until I was on top. His long limbs and firm body were spread out underneath me, my mouth watering as I thought about what I wanted to do next.
I kissed him again, trailing my lips down his body to his throat, to his chest, stopping at his nipples to tease and gently bite them, causing him to squirm and moan and gasp.
When I was satisfied, I kept moving, kissing down his stomach, the light trail of hair that led to his groin, and moving my mouth to kiss the crease of his thigh, his cock hard against my cheek as I did.
He exhaled sharply as I moved from one hip to the other, leaving kisses and nips but ignoring his cock.
After a few minutes of torturing him, I pushed his thighs farther apart and hauled his legs up until his feet were flat on the bed, knees bent.
A moment later, I spread him open with my hands and rocked forward until my mouth was pressed to his hole.
Cal gasped and groaned, rocking down against my face as my tongue slid across his tight muscle. He kept rocking, seeking more, grinding his ass into my face desperately. I pushed my tongue into him and he moaned, the sound so raw and hot that I couldn’t help but echo it.
“Fuck,” he hissed, writhing under my touch.
Taking it as encouragement, I licked his hole hungrily, teasing the muscle with my fingertips as I ate him, gently pushing one finger inside.
He took it without hesitation, moaning as I slid it in and out.
My chest tight with need, my cock leaking and aching, I added a second finger and eased it into him.
This time there was a little more resistance, so I moved slowly, thrusting gently, licking and kissing my way around my fingers as I opened him up for me.
Soon, he was taking both fingers with ease, letting me push them deep inside, moaning and writhing with pleasure.
I drew back to look at him. “Can you take a third?”
His response was a desperate nod. “Please.”
Carefully, I worked him open with a third finger, sucking and licking and kissing as I did, still ignoring his cock, and when I leaned back, I noticed he had precum leaking down his shaft in long rivulets.
His hands fisted in my sheets, rather than reaching to stroke himself, delighting me.
This wasn’t a competition to see how quickly we could get off.
I was going to take my time with him, and I was glad to see he was ready for it.
When he was taking all three fingers and my tongue without resistance, I kissed his thigh again and gently pulled my fingers away. Cal whimpered and shifted as if he were seeking my touch again. I knew from experience that he was already missing the sensation of being filled.
“Almost time,” I assured him. Before I sat up, though, I moved my mouth to the crown of his cock. He huffed and groaned as I took it into my mouth, welcoming the precum into my mouth and letting the taste slide across my tongue.
His hands went to my hair and gripped tightly. My mouth watered and I ached to let him fuck into me, to take his own pleasure, but I had bigger plans for the night and I didn’t want to ruin things by letting him come too soon. I pulled away, making him whimper again.
When I got onto my knees, positioning myself between his thighs, I took the time to let my gaze roam over his lean, tight body. He had a sheen of sweat on his chest and neck, his dark hair was a mess, and even his hazel eyes were dark, pupils wide with pleasure.
“Ready?”
He nodded. “Please,” he said again.
I reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom and lube. I quickly rolled the condom on and poured the lube, stroking myself first before using my fingers to spread it along his hole.
“Okay,” I whispered, lining my cock up. Slowly, I eased my way in, a little at a time, listening for any sounds of discomfort or protest until I was buried inside of him. His ass was tight around my cock, heat enveloping me, and I never wanted this to end.
“Fuck me,” he whispered desperately, his voice broken.
I nodded and eased out before slowly moving back in. I fucked him in long, slow thrusts, Cal arching his back and writhing under me.
“More.”
I swallowed hard and picked up my pace. I pulled out and fucked into his ass, gradually picking up the pace until I was truly pounding him into the mattress.
The sounds of our skin meeting and our harsh breathing filled the room, punctuated with occasional groans of pleasure escaping from one of us.
In the dim light, he was even more beautiful than usual, and even as I was inside of him, I ached for more.
“I…” I said quietly. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but Callum seemed to get it.
“Yeah. Me too,” he murmured. He reached for his cock then, my gaze fixed on his hand.
He stroked it with quick, purposeful strokes, gripping it tightly.
I couldn’t stop watching, enraptured by the way he moved his hand to please himself.
He flicked his thumb over the crown, smearing precum across the head as he did, twisting his wrist on the upstroke.
I fucked into him relentlessly, desperate for more, desperate for this to go on forever.
Soon, though, my orgasm was building. The heat banked in my gut, my balls tightening and my cock thickening inside of him. I couldn’t help but pick up the pace even further, fucking him hard and fast until I was at the point of no return.
“Oh, God,” I said on a gasp.
His throat worked and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he arched his back and fucked into his fist, rocking back on my cock rhythmically.
It only took another second until he was coming, pulsing onto his chest and stomach, his muscles tightening and relaxing steadily around my cock and pulling me over the edge into the inevitable.
I came as heat rocketed through me, my cock throbbing and spilling into the condom, and I continued to fuck him through the pleasure racking both of our bodies.
Eventually, as my orgasm subsided, I slowed and stilled, waiting until he gave me a small nod before I pulled out. Once again, Callum let out a soft whimper as I pulled from his body, leaving him empty again.
“Just a sec,” I said, pulling the condom off and standing to go dispose of it.
“Wait,” Cal said, reaching for me.
I smiled and dropped the condom in the small trash can I kept next to the bed and moved to lie next to him. He pulled me in close for a deep, languid kiss and when we parted, he let out a soft, contented sigh.
“Okay,” he said finally. “You can go clean up if you want.”
I gave him a little laugh and a nod. “I’ll be right back,” I said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
It only took me a few moments to wash up and return with a wet cloth to clean him up, wiping his chest and stomach before moving to gently clean his ass.
I tossed the cloth in my hamper and collapsed next to him.
We lay there silently for a while before Cal let out a yawn and sat up. “I should go,” he murmured.
I pulled him back to me. “Do you have somewhere to be tomorrow?” He shook his head. “Then stay?” I asked.
He gave me the softest, most tender smile I’d ever seen and lay next to me again, kissing me gently.
“If you really want me to.”
“I do,” I said. “I really do.”