“You,” I say, jabbing Callum in the chest, “are the biggest menace I’ve ever met. But I can’t blame you.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, so I continue.
“Because, you know, sex feels ten times better when you're in a relationship.”
His face lights up. “Really?”
Holding back another round of laughter is a struggle, and I splash water at him as a distraction. “Nottentimes better, but you should see your face!” I say, splashing Callum again for good measure. “I've created a monster.”
“Oh yeah? I'll show you a monster.”
That's when I get a fucking tsunami to my face.
“Hey, not fair!” I sputter through more torrential bursts of chlorinated water. He’s having fun now, hurling wave after debilitating wave at me. I try to push back, but Callum has the size advantage.
So if I can’t win by sheer force, I’ll have to be strategic.
I reach out of the tub to flick the lights off, and I submerge myself, making Callum look around for me in the darkness.
When he turns away, I breach the surface and lunge, grabbing his wrists and holding them tight behind his back. He yells and wriggles around, trying to free himself, but he's stuck.
“Not so strong now, are you?” I tease, biting at his defined back muscles because I'm shameless and can't help myself.
And Callum…gasps?
I peek around his body. He's hard.Very, very fucking hard.
Oh. Oh my god.
“Say the word, and I’ll let you go,” I say, keeping my tone lighthearted.
His reply is anything but light. “Okay, this is gonna sound so weird, but I don’t want you to let go.”
Alright, he likes being restrained.
Arousal floods me. Callum is a gift that keeps on giving—if he wants to be tied up, I have a pair of cuffs at home that I’ve been itching to use on someone forages.
Still gripping his wrists with my right hand, I move around to face him, trailing a single finger along his thigh, up his stomach, over his chest, and onto his throat, savoring the gulp he takes.
“Oh, man,” I say through a grin. “We’re gonna have alotof fun with this.”
“Huh.” That’s all he says before he bites his tongue, sticking it between his teeth. Hot damn, I never thought I’d find nerves to be cute as heck, but here I am.
I release his wrists, and we sit back down. “Did we, like, naturally discover your freaky side?”
“I kind of sensed a pattern,” he says quietly. “I get super turned on when you hold my arms down as a joke.”
Holy Jesus motherfuck, he's got it bad.
I walk my fingers up his thigh, and he sighs through a smile.
“Hmm, kinky Callum has a ring to it,” I say, sliding into the warm divide between his thigh and his groin. For added measure, I brush my fingertips along the length of his hard cock. He stays silent, his eyes tracking my movements, and before he can say anything, I sling a leg over his lap to straddle him again, putting my weight on him as I press up against his eager mouth for a kiss, how he says he likes it.
The heavy, satisfied moan he makes into my mouth onlygets me to deepen the kiss and press harder into his body. If this is what he wants, I’m gonna indulge him.
“Uh-huh, this definitely turns me on,” he says after pulling back for air.
I just smirk back at him. “You know I’m still being gentle, right?”
