“Then don’t.” I felt him shrug and then his lips were against my hair. “We’re not in this to create a textbook couple. We’re real people with real issues. What we’re doing needs to be right for us, not some bland manual on how to do kink right. There are only a few rules to what I’m into, and one of those is that there isn’t a single way that’s the only way.”
“But you corrected me when I didn’t respond the way you wanted,” I pointed out. I’d screwed up, and if it wasn’t by not calling him Sir, then I had no clue where I’d gone wrong.
“One rule I live by, whether in the bedroom or out, is respect.” His tone was steady yet firm. “I don’t need a title, but I do expect you to answer yes or no when I ask you a question. Isthatsomething you think you can do?”
“Yes,” I responded, instantly and certainly. Hearing him explain it made it sound so simple. “But I should warn you, there will be times I’ll forget, especially if you get me all lust drunk first.”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to correct you.” He sounded almost giddy at the idea. Unlike when I’d been surprised by his actions, I found myself looking forward to him molding me into what he wanted. “I’m sure you’ll remember eventually.”
“I might,” I teased, happy to be back on more solid footing. I tugged the hem of his shirt free from his pants and slid my hand along his stomach. “But you might have to find other ways to punish me when I screw up. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit of a slut when it comes to someone playing with my nipples.”
To emphasize my point, I grazed the tips of my fingers across his chest, smiling at the sharp intake of breath. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you, Brat?”
“Mmmm, I’d like to think I’m a little more than that.” I shifted again so we were chest to chest and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. The position was a bit awkward, but I ground my dick against his equally hard erection, wishing for fewer layers between us. “Please tell me you won’t punish me if I kiss you? I’ve been thinking about it all week.”
“You have? And what did you think?” Calvin’s hands gently massaged my back, drifting lower until he cupped my ass. He squeezed, pressing our dicks harder together, lifting and lowering me as we rutted.
“That I need to know if you’re a good kisser or not, becausethatmight be the deal breaker for me.” I was a sucker for kissing. Outside a relationship or at least the possibility of one, it was something I didn’t do because it raised the level of intimacy. But when I was with someone, I could easily be content to sit on the couch and make out all night.
“Well, we wouldn’t want to waste all this time if we’re not compatible in that area, would we?” Before I could answer, he cupped the back of my head and pulled me to him. The first kiss was tender yet firm, no tongue. He pulled away. “How was that?”
“Not a bad start, but I might need a little more to go on.” I dragged my tongue across my lower lip to see if I could taste him. The jerk just smiled at me, patiently waiting. “Please Cal, kiss me again?”
That was obviously the right answer, because the next time our mouths crashed together, I instantly felt his tongue pressing at the seam of my lips,demandingto be allowed into my mouth. Fuck, that was hot. I ground against Calvin as he fucked my mouth. That was the only way to describe the assault as he held me in place, directing the kiss. By the time we broke apart, both of us were breathless, and I swore I was on the verge of coming.
“Feeling better?” he asked. I nodded, because holy hell he’d scrambled my brain. “Good. I don’t ever want to upset you, Frankie. I’m here to help you.”
“You are,” I assured him. I still didn’t understand why it was so easy for me to do what he told me to, but there was no denying I’d been less stressed this week. I wished like hell I could just let go completely. “Please tell me I didn’t ruin tonight.”
“Not at all.” He kissed me once more before guiding me back down to the mattress. “We’re not going to do much tonight, but I did promise you a reward for being a good sport this week.”
Without being told, I put my hands back into place and closed my eyes, allowing the timbre of Calvin’s voice to soothe me. As he peppered my skin with kisses, paying close attention to every spot that elicited a gasp or sigh from me, he rambled about how he saw us moving forward. I didn’t flinch at the mention of him setting a schedule for me to follow, hummed my assent when he suggested quiet time every night to refocus onmyneeds and wants rather than giving everything to everyone else.
“Is that something you’d be interested in, baby?” His voice was so soft and tentative as he asked, his breath ghosting over my hip. It wasn’t fair that he asked that question while hovering so close to my dick, but when I answered, I knew my response wouldn’t have changed even if I wasn’t so frantic for release.
“Yes, please.”
The moment the words were out, Calvin’s lips wrapped around the head of my cock. He suckled at the tip, never taking the shaft into his mouth. It was too much and yet not enough all at the same time. He hummed as he licked and nipped at the skin, turning his attention toonlymy shaft. One hand snaked between my legs, cradling my balls, squeezing gently when I warned him I was close to coming. “Not yet, Brat. I want you to see how long you can hold out.”
“I’ll try, Cal.” It was the only promise I could make, but damn if I didn’t want to please him. He took more of me into his mouth, sliding his tongue side to side as he slowly released me and took me in again. Every time I got used to the pressure he was using, he’d switch it up so I never knew what was coming next. “So fucking good, Cal. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His hand replaced his mouth, jerking me slowly with almost no pressure. “You’re amazing, Frankie. So fucking responsive. So damn eager to please me. And you do. I’m honored that you’re trusting me to know what you need and give it to you.”
I wasn’t a fan of small talk during sex. For me, it’d always been about the physical release and nothing more. But hearing Calvin’s praise amped up every sensation. My balls tightened against my body, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He kissed me again, this time with the musky taste of my pre-come on his tongue. Another “I never used to like this” to add to my list. Calvin was turning everything I thought I knew about sex on end and I couldn’t be happier.
“I need to come, Cal,” I warned him. “You made me wait a week for this. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the sound or the sting of him smacking my hip that shocked me more. My immediate reaction was to knock him on his ass, but it was quickly replaced by the urge to roll over and beg him to do it again. Calvin chuckled. “Someone liked that.”
“I’m so twisted up right now I’d like just about anything you do to me,” I admitted.
“But can you admit you might not be as opposed to pain as you originally thought?” His hand stilled on my prick. The other reached up and brushed my damp hair away from my face. I shook my head, because I wasn’t sure I could form words. “Say it, Brat. Tell me you liked that.”
“Yes, Cal. I don’t know why, but I did. I want more. Need it. Want whatever you’ll give me,” I rambled.
“In time,” he promised, immediately before sucking me all the way to the back of his throat. He palmed my sac, his middle finger pressing into the seam of my ass.
I arched off the bed, spreading my legs wider, inviting him to breach me. He didn’t. Calvin seemed content to press against my hole as he sucked hard, the vibrations of the noises he made hitting every sensitive nerve. Finally, there was no holding back. My hands flew to his shoulders, trying to push him away, because if he didn’t want me to come, he needed to give me a break. Calvin’s free hand came up to caress my stomach as he started bobbing up and down on my cock faster, harder, and I took that as permission to come.
