“Do it,” Cal said, exposing his chest.
The second I caught a hint of that tattoo, my imagination licking and sucking on every line, I shattered in pulses of white streams.
“Shit. Fuck me,” I groaned.
“Absolutely.” Cal hummed and reached for his balls. With a tug, he came brilliantly. His neck corded with his straining. A quiet release compared to my own, but it wrung him out nonetheless.
Cal dropped his hands to the bed beside him as we caught our breath. I hung my head, wiped out, and stared at his softening cock. He was stunning, cut, as long as me, maybe slightly bigger around. Veins and ridges called to my tongue. His tanned skin turned dark red near the tip, which held a small white bead.
Without thinking, I swiped it possessively with a fingertip and tasted him. Cal shivered, hooded eyes fixed on my mouth.
“Feel better?”
He nodded.
“Told you.”
He smirked. “Yeah, you did.”
“Feel like talking?”
The second I said it, he shut tight like a clam.
Nothing to talk about.
Not waiting around to be hurt, not wanting him to see how vulnerable I’d just made myself without realizing it, I tilted to scramble off him, but he grabbed my hips with faster reflexes and resettled me on top of him.
He kept his hands in place and rubbed his thumbs in slow circles over my skin, leashing me with the barest pressure. “I’d rather talk about us, not that other shit.”
Oh. Okay, I’d read that wrong. “Us?”
“Yeah. You know, you and me. It makes an us.”
I cocked my head and narrowed my eyes. “Are you come drunk?”
“I dunno what that means.”
“Are you saying shit because you’re high from coming?”
“Uh, no? I mean, I’m feelin’ good, but I’ve wanted to talk for a while.”
I sat rigid on his hips and crossed my arms over my chest. Come cooled on my hand, but I was loath to remove it just yet. “That so?” When he nodded, I raised a brow. “Talk.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“What is this?” Cal asked. “What are we doing?”
As much as I wanted to open for him, to give him the power, I couldn’t make the words form. “I dunno. You seem to like it, whatever it is.”
“Are you gay?”
I let my jaw drop. “Are you shitting me?” Cocks out, kissing each other like we couldn’t live without it, and he thought I was joking around with this?
“No,” he said with a straight face. “I mean, I dunno if I’m gay or bi. I know I like this. I think I like you too, even though I’m not sure how when all you do is bitch at me.”
Oh. Well, fuck.
