Then he turns back to me, showing off his front. I don’t know which side of him I prefer.
“Not to get all clinical, but what do you need from me right now?” he asks.
I don't even have to think. “Hold me. Please. Can you do that?”
His arms are around me not a second later, and my muscles dissolve even more. “Of course I can,” he says, pressing his lips to the top of my head. “I'm gonna take care of you.”
Duality of man, manifested in Ian being downright evil one second and a total sweetheart the next. I wouldn't have it any other way.
With Ian still gripping me, I rest on his chest and sigh. It’s like my body melts, totally taken by this amazing, amazing man. I still don’t think I deserve him, but he says I do, so I indulge that opinion of his. He ruffles my hair and then plants a kiss in it—that’s a signature move at this point, and I don’t foresee ever growing tired of it.
I open my eyes, still blissed-out and boneless, and I focus on what’s in front of me.
Ian’s swollen, leaking dick.
He hasn’t come yet, and even though I’m totally spent, I can’t leave him hanging like a jerk.
I shuffle down and lick up his shaft, finishing at the tip where I know he’s sensitive.
He moans. “You don’t have to.”
I take the head in and give a firm suck, making himsquirm. “But I want to taste you,” I say, pulling back. “And it sounds like you need to come.”
“Yeah, I do. Real fucking bad,” he concedes. “Shit. I'm so close already.”
This is no time to get any kind of sexy revenge on Ian for edging me out of my mind, so I take him to the back of my throat, clenching and sucking the way I did yesterday, over and over again. When his balls tighten underneath my touch and his cock pulses in my mouth, I don’t stop, not even when he taps my head desperately and tells me that he’s gonna bust.
I relish in his gritty yell as he comes, and I swallow every rope of his salty release. It’s a little bitter, too, but I don’t care. It’s Ian’s.
It takes a few seconds for him to finish, and I slide off to take a swig of water.
“Holy fuck, Callum, that was amazing,” he wheezes. “Did you have fun being helpless?”
I snort. “Did you miss me whimpering like a total idiot, or what? I might as well change my major to astronomy because I saw every star in the damn galaxy.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s hands down the hottest thing we’ve done together.”
“Yet.”
My eyes fly open. “Yet?”
Ian stretches back on the bed, resting his head on his hands. “Oh, yeah. Trust me, we only scratched the surface. There’s a lot more the two of us can try.”
He shoots me a wink, and while that’d normally make me hard, I’m far too spent for any of that. I drag myself off the bed and into the shower again to scrub the sweat off, and when I return to the bedroom in sweats and a sweater, Ian’s on his phone.
And he’s squinting.
“Uh, Cal?” He clicks his phone off. “You know that picture the BUC paper posted of us?”
I nod, keeping my eyes fixed on hispretty face.
“It’s going viral.”
My heart jumps, and then it settles.
I don’t care like I would have even a month ago.
