“You can be less gentle than you think you need to be. I like the idea of you being in complete control.”
Jesus fuck. We need to get out of the hot tub and into the bedroom, stat.
“I’m gonna get off of you now so we can have some fun.” I do just that. “Don’t splash me again, or else I’ll tie you to the bed.”
Guess what—he splashes me again.
When I finish sputtering, I get right up in Callum's smirking face. “Oh, you’re asking for it now, aren’t you?”
His response is to brush his raging hard-on against mine, and whatever the horny equivalent of seeing red is, I see it.
“Alright, you kinky fucker,” I say, hauling myself out of the pool. “It’s shower time and then sex time. Don’t keep me waiting.”
With that, I run the outdoor shower, waiting and shivering until it’s warm enough to step in. Beckoning Callum to join me, I give myself a quick wash, and I’m all done by the time he steps under the jets.
“Here, let me get my hands on you,” I say.
He nods, and I trace all over his expansive back, along his front, and down into his crotch.
“Mm, yeah, Ireallydon’t want to suck on chlorine,” I say, sliding my hand to his shaft. “I have to make sure you taste good.”
“I think I’m—fuck,” Callum grunts through his teeth, “clean enough down thereeee.” He drags out that last syllable as I give him a solid jerk.
I stop, chuckling. “Okay, I’ll take your word for how clean you are.”
I shut the water off and toss a towel to Callum, drying myself quickly and darting inside to my bedroom.
He’ll follow in a few seconds, and I have to be creative since I didn’t bring any proper gear with me. If only I’d known about Callum’s secret kinky side while packing, I would have thrown the handcuffs into my backpack along with some fun toys.
Ooh, I should work him over with a stroker sleeve sometime. I bet he'd lose his mind.
Focus, Ian.I have ten seconds to improvise some bondage that won't give him gangrene.
While I don’t have any handcuffs, I do have a pull-up bar for him to grab. That’ll have to do.
Callum walks in as I’m latching it to my open bedroom door, and I motion for him to hold on.
He does. I don’t even have to say anything.
“Good boy,” I coo.
He scoffs, but he doesn’t let go.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go down,” I start. “I’ll make you feel good on my terms, and you won’t let go. How does that sound?”
Callum gulps, a small, excited smile curling at the edges of his lips. “Perfect. Like, don't hurt me or anything, but don't hold back too much.”
Kissing his shoulder, I savor the soft warmth of his skin. “I’d never hurt you, babe. If it gets too intense, say, uh, moose, and I’ll stop.”
“Moose?”
I snicker. “Yeah, because we’re in Maine and whatever. The more random a safe word is, the better.”
He nods, and I sink to my knees, giving that firm dick a strong tug. Callum inhales sharply, still holding onto the bar and letting out a whispered cuss.
That whisper turns into a rumbling grunt the second I wrap my lips around his cock, sucking hard. With how delightfully sensitive Callum is, I know I could get him off in under two minutes, but I don’t, choosing instead to pull away when he says he's about to bust.
“Ian, fuck!” he hisses, arching his back and thrusting hishelpless dick into thin air. “I was—why'd you stop? I was about to come!”
