“Did you bring trunks? I don’t have any.”
“Neither do I,” I reply, lifting my shirt off. “You could wear your straight dude boxers if you want?—”
Callum snorts and rolls his eyes.
“—or we could go naked. We’re alone, it’s night, and the closest neighbors are a mile away.” I step out of my jeans and hook my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear, relishing in his flustered blinking. “Care to join me?”
I turn around and discard my underwear before I hear rustling clothes and fabric hitting the floor behind me.
Hell yeah.
As much as the prospect of making out with a naked Callum in the hot tub is taking up most of my brain at this point, he’s still the first person I’ve been able to bring to the cabin—that isn’t lost on me.
And he’s putting up with my clingy ass, too. I couldn’t ask for more.
I swivel my head around to steal a blatant, appreciative look at Callum. Biting my tongue and smiling, I relish the way his dick stiffens as I rake my eyes over his body that I can’t get enough of. I take a step closer, debating whether to save the hot tub for later in favor of christening my lake house bed with its first, and hopefully only, new guestright fucking now.
It’s always a brutal dilemma. I’m constantly torn between wanting to get all cozy and soft with Callum and having him pin me against the wall so I can ravish his mouth and some other parts.
Nope. We can be feral idiots at home.
Not wanting to wait any more, I saunter to the door and press the button to open the pool cover before nipping out.
Ouch. Frickingfuckballs, it’s cold.
With all the desperation of a guy freezing his nuts off, I sink into the warm water and let out an exaggerated sigh. Callum follows soon afterward, not making nearly as much of a scene as I did.
Such a showoff, this one. His ego is tiny, and the rest of him?—
I can be polite. I can be polite. I can be polite.
“This place is sick,” Callum says.
“It really is, but wait ‘til you see this.” I straddle his wonderful thick thighs in an unnecessary, gratuitous move, and reach behind him to open the outdoor refrigerator. “I’m grabbing us drinks. Beer or seltzer?”
Pausing to wait for a reply, I stay firmly planted on his lap. His pupils are blown wide, and his plush lips are apart—he’s the perfect combo of adorable and sexy, and making his mind go blank sends my affection and libido into the damn stratosphere.
“Sure,” he says, and I bark out a laugh.
“That’s not an answer, buddy.” I tilt my head, teasing him. “Why aren’t you paying attention?”
Yeah, I’m not above fishing for compliments. Sue me.
“You’re turning me on likehell,” he says, letting out a quiet groan. “How do you expect me to focus when you’re pressed up against me like…” Callum motions between us.
I cock an eyebrow, moving my face closer to his and brushing our noses together. “How? Like this?” My hands travel down his sides as I grind into his hips, sliding our hard cocks together.
“Uh-huh—” he starts, and I cut him off by smashing my lips against his, extracting a surprised little yelp from his throat that makes my dick beg for more action. I don’t need the beer in the fridge behind him to get drunk—his addictive kisses do all the work, minus the hangover.
Still, I don’t know how to clean cum out of a hot tub, and I’mnot trying to find out, so I force myself to pull back after a final, satisfying roam around his soft mouth. Besides, wejustgot in.
“Anyway, it’s beer time and wholesome relaxation time.” I hand a beer from the fridge to Callum and check my watch for dramatic effect. “Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”
“Okay,” he mutters. “I’m so hard it hurts.”
“Aww, you’re horny. What else is new?” I tease, and he scoffs, pressing his cold bottle to the back of my neck and making me scream. I don’t retaliate—I actually want to tone things down a little, so I settle beside him and stick a wet arm around his shoulder instead. “Man, we’re gonna have so much fun this week.”
The way Callum nestles his head into my neck has gotta be the cutest thing about him.
