“Go to him.”
Callan shakes his head. “Hendrix has him. I know he’s fine. It’s just—” He shrugs. “First-time Dad guilt, I guess.”
“Mam said that she always felt guilty letting anyone babysit me, but by the time Ava came along, she couldn’t wait to hand us off. I guess it’s normal to feel guilty and maybe a little strange when you’re apart from your son.”
“Strange. That’s a good way of describing it.”
“Honestly, you should go to him if you want to.”
Callan holds me and rests his cheek over my heart. “I want to stay with you a little longer.” He looks up and meets my stare. “I want to try to be intimate with you.”
I stroke his cheek. “We already have been.”
“I know, but this will be different.”
I gaze into his eyes and see hope mixed with fear. I realise he needs to do this now. I hand him the bottle of lube and, with it, control.
He takes a deep breath, flips open the cap, and squeezes some over his cock. I can’t help but watch as he uses his hand to smear it over his length until it’s fully covered and glistening. I roll onto my side, with my back to him, and raise my leg. Callan loops his arm over my waist and snuggles close so his chest is pressed to my back.
“Like this?” He slides his wet, slippery cock between my thighs.
“Yes.” Slowly I lower my leg. “Is this okay?”
He nods. His breath is warm over my shoulder. “What now?”
“Thrust your hips.”
“As if we were making love?”
I smile, thread my fingers through his, and raise his hand to my lips. “Exactly like that.” I kiss his hand softly.
He’s still for a while. If this is as far as we get, I’ll be content. I love the hardness of his cock between my thighs. I hope he’s getting some pleasure from having it nestled there too. I can feel his heart thudding against my back. I squeeze his fingers and stroke my thumb over the back of his hand. I’m aware of him relaxing and his heart gradually becoming less like a frantic drum and more of a sedate throb. His breathing goes from harsh and staccato to slow and long, with each breath tickling my skin. His hand becomes less stiff in mine. His body moulds to mine rather than being a straight stick against my back.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yes.”
My heart trembles as he slowly draws his hips back. He thrusts forward just as slowly, pushing his cock between my thighs. My stomach flutters, and I let out a groan.
“That’s so nice, Cal.” I hope it’s good for him too.
I adore the tickle of his pubic hair against the sensitive skin of the backs of my legs and the edge of my arse. He draws back again. The flesh of my thighs chases the hardness of his cock. I moan as he pushes forward again. His cock slips back and forth between my thighs with ease. His heart rate picks up again as he gradually increases speed. So does mine. I tremble as he presses his forehead against my shoulders and then moans. He’s thrusting hard now. His breath escapes him in desperate, needy pants.
“Oh, Cal.” I clutch his hand and squeeze tight like I never want to let go. “That’s amazing.” I stroke my cock with my free hand, wanting to be ready to tip over the edge the moment he does.
“Rory.” He gasps and then kisses my shoulder. “Oh, fuck, Rory.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “I’ll take care of you.”
I squeeze my thighs, hugging his cock between them.
“Oh, God!” He moans deeply. Thrusts three times hard and fast before his cock pulses, releasing hot cum between my legs.
I stroke my cock a few more times and then come too, groaning and shivering through my orgasm. I keep jerking my cock to wring every bit of pleasure out of it. I spray droplets of white, sticky cum over my hand, stomach, and bed. Once I’m spent, I let my softening cock go and half turn so I can claim Callan’s lips.
“That was amazing,” I tell him.
