“I miss your apartment. Can’t we just go through the back entrance or something? Every complex has one.”
Calder shook his head. “Do you think those vultures haven’t thought of that already?”
“This place feels like a museum. Your house feels cozy. Warm. Like a home.”
Calder’s grin slipped off his face as he brushed his lips across Robby’s once, then again. “Places aren’t home, angel. People are.”
Was that true? Did that make Calder Robby’s home? “Well, this place doesn’t smell like home. It smells like lavender and vanilla.”
“Well, now that you are squeaky clean why don’t we go dirty up those sheets until it smells like you and me in here.”
Robby’s heart skipped in his chest. His tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip. “Okay.”
Calder rocked his hips against Robby’s, their cocks slotting together like puzzle pieces. “Mm, somebody’s already excited,” he noted with a low rumble. Robby ducked his head, all kinds of dirty thoughts flooding his brain. Calder, of course, noticed immediately. “You blushing because I noticed you’re hard already? It’s a little late for modesty now, don’t you think?”
Robby shook his head. “I was just thinking about what you said earlier.”
Calder frowned. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that. I’ve said a lot of things.”
Robby forced his face into the crook of Calder’s shoulder, his words muffled. “You said if I was good we could do…things.”
Robby could feel Calder laughing. “Did I say that, angel?”
“Yes,” Robby said, clutching Calder closer so he didn’t have to look at him.
“What’d I say exactly?” Robby groaned, knowing Calder was enjoying making him squirm. “It’s okay. Don’t be shy,” Calder drawled. “You know how much it turns me on when that sweet, innocent little mouth of yours says filthy things. You can whisper it in my ear if you want.”
Robby pressed his lips to the spot just below Calder’s ear. “You said we could try things like…spanking and that other thing.”
Calder wasn’t laughing now. “What other thing, angel? Just say it. I want to hear you ask for it.”
Maybe Calder was teasing him, but there was no missing the heavy length of his cock now pressing against Robby’s hip. It emboldened him. He dropped his head back to the mattress, gazing up at Calder’s chocolate brown eyes. “I want to sit on your face.”
Calder snarled, his hips surging down to grind against Robby’s as he kissed him, plunging his tongue into his mouth before breaking off to give Robby a look that made his cock throb. “Do you think you earned it, sweetness? Have you been good for me?” Robby nodded. “Say it.”
Robby swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“Good boy,” Calder practically purred.
Robby whimpered, rocking his pelvis against Calder’s, desperate for any kind of friction. Would he ever get tired of this? Would everything Calder said and did always have this effect on him?
Calder stood, tugging Robby up with him. He moved to the bed, lying down in the center with his head on the pillows, gesturing to Robby. “Come here, angel.” Robby climbed onto the bed. “Face the mirror,” Calder said, helping Robby swing his leg over so his calves sat on either side of Calder’s head. The mirror image was obscene in the best possible way. Calder hadn’t so much as touched him and his cock was already throbbing.
Robby shivered as hands ran along the outside of his thighs, blunt nails scraping his skin until Calder gripped his hips and drew him down onto his mouth. At the first touch of Calder’s tongue Robby moaned like a porn star. He couldn’t help it. How had he never known that could feel so good? He tried to keep his weight balanced on his knees, but Calder was having none of it. He pulled Robby back until Calder’s beard was scraping the delicate skin as he buried his face between Robby’s cheeks, licking and sucking at his entrance with a delicious pressure that had Robby crying out, “Oh, God. Oh, fucking fuck.”
He couldn’t tear his eyes off the mirror, off the picture they created. Calder’s naked body was beautiful, his muscles straining, his perfect cock standing at attention, and Robby felt beautiful too. Calder made him feel beautiful. Calder loved him. Calder thought he was worthy of love. Calder thought Robby was sexy and that made him feel sexy. He ran his hands along his thighs, his stomach, he tugged at his own nipples, the stimulation even better as he watched himself ride Calder’s face with abandon, body gyrating as he took himself in hand, chasing his own pleasure.
“Turn around, angel.”
It took a moment for the words to penetrate but he jumped to comply. Once he straddled Calder’s chest, his mouth closed around Robby’s cock, taking him deep, sucking him like he was trying to extract Robby’s soul through his dick. Robby couldn’t help the way he yelped or the way his hands fisted in Calder’s hair as he fucked into his mouth and the tight, wet heat. “Oh, God. You’re going to make me come,” Robby warned.
If he thought Calder would pull off, he was wrong. Instead, Calder sucked harder, took Robby deeper until his balls were drawn up tight to his body and his every nerve hummed with pleasure. “Oh, fuck. I’m-I’m gonna…” He didn’t even finish his sentence before he was coming hard down Calder’s throat, his whole body going rigid at the waves of sensation pulsing through him.
When Robby could form a cohesive thought again, he slid off Calder, rolling onto his belly, his whole body feeling like it was made of Jell-O. Calder’s fingers trailed along Robby’s spine and down the cleft of his ass, his fingers teasing at his hole, still slick with spit. Robby lifted his hips, whining a bit as Calder’s finger penetrated him just the slightest bit. He was still a little sore from the night before but not so much that he didn’t want to do it again. “Fuck me,” he begged, his voice just above a whisper.
“Are you sure?” Calder asked, his lips dragging along Robby’s shoulder.
Robby nodded into the pillow. “Yeah, I’m positive. I want you inside me again.”
