“You trying to say I stink?” My attempt at humor came off flat to my own ears.
“No, but it’s been a long day and I want you to take some time to get into the right frame of mind for tonight.” Okay, well that didn’t sound so bad. Apparently tired of waiting for me to decide which boxer briefs to grab, Calvin reached around me and pulled the top pair off the rumpled pile. As I may have mentioned, laundry isn’t my strong suit. Hell, housework in general was a sore spot for me but I tried to keep the mess contained to my room for Calvin’s sake. “When you’re done, meet me in my bedroom.”
He took off, a pair of gray underwear dangling from his index finger. “Um, I’m going to need those.”
“Eventually,” he tossed over his shoulder. “And hurry, because we need to get to bed early. It’s going to be a long weekend and you need your rest.”
Screw rest, I thought, but luckily didn’t say out loud. For some reason, Calvin was hung up on me getting an adequate amount of sleep. Personally, I’d settle for catnaps while our bodies recovered between rounds of sweaty, freaky sex.
That thought had my dick plumping against the zipper of my dark-wash jeans. As I stripped, I carefully placed each garment in the hamper. Even though Calvin left me alone, I knew he’d be pleased I hadn’t left my clothes on the floor wherever they fell. I looked around, realizing how much tidier everything was this week; like I’d been unconsciously trying to gain his approval since Monday morning when I woke up alone.
I wrapped a towel around my waist, rolling my eyes at my sudden attack of modesty. He’d had my dick in his mouth. I was hoping he’d get up close and personal with a whole lot more of my body before the night was through. So why in the hell was I so hung up on the idea of him popping into the hallway and catching a glimpse of my bare ass?
“I don’t hear water running,” Calvin hollered from the other end of the hall.
“Sorry, Cal,” I called back. I hurried across the hall, turned the taps to something close to where they were when I usually showered, and stepped under the stream of water without allowing the water to clear the pipes. Big mistake. I shrieked as cold water pelted my body, jumping back to avoid my nuts shriveling into my abdomen. The only upside of my haste was that it took care of my erection for the time being.
As quickly as possible, I scrubbed every inch of my body, paying close attention to the areas I hoped Calvin would be up close and personal with later tonight. Second mistake. My dick started to perk back up as soon as I wrapped the washcloth around it. Any other night, I wouldn’t think twice about stroking one out in the shower. I considered it, because getting off now would let me take my time later. But Calvin hadn’t given me permission to jerk off, and I wouldn’t put it past him to come in and check on me if too much time passed.
I quickly ran a towel over my body and looked at the trimmer sitting on the edge of the vanity. In an ideal world, I’d have groomed a bit to be considerate to my partner, but he’d told me to hurry.
My pace slowed as I approached Calvin’s room. Once I stepped through his door, there was no turning back. Joining him again would be consenting to everything he was offering. Everything I secretly craved but was too scared to admit. It should’ve worried me that he’d admitted he was as new to the lifestyle as I was, but instead, it bolstered my confidence. I didn’t need to worry about how I stacked up to a line of men who came before me. He wouldn’t see my shortcomings and know what he was missing. If I felt uneasy about something, I knew he’d listen to me and we’d work through it together. But was all of that enough for me to do this?
Absofuckinglutely.I turned the knob and pushed the door open. My breath caught as I took in the sight of Calvin laying in the center of the bed, slowly stroking himself as he watched me. I traced my tongue over my bottom lip, wanting to pounce onto the mattress and suck him as thoroughly as he did me the other night.
“You’re too far away,” he complained, holding out a hand in invitation. I dropped my towel to the floor, made it almost to the bed, and turned back. Calvin hated anything being out of place. “Good boy.”
Fuck, but those two little words lit a fire inside of me. I preened as I carefully draped the towel over a chair in the corner of the room and joined him on the bed. He drew me into his side, wrapping a hand around my wrist and guiding me to his cock. As I stroked Calvin’s broad shaft, he pushed himself up so he hovered over me, running one hand over my damp chest. “Didn’t bother drying off?”
“Didn’t see much point if I was just coming in here to get hot and sticky,” I admitted. My voice was already threaded with lust, my erection poking against his thigh. He kissed me twice, both quick and chaste, leaving me hungry for more.
When he laid back on the bed, I followed, reversing our positions so I was on top of him. Calvin cupped his hand around the back of my neck and drew my lips down to his. Our kisses grew deeper, his tongue invading my mouth as I ground our cocks together.
Calvin’s hands gripped my shoulders, pushing me away. I panicked, certain I’d screwed up by trying to lead what was happening the way I desperately wanted it to go. Getting off with him, watching him let go as my ass clenched around his cock, was damn near imperative at this point. I looked up at him through hooded eyes, an apology on the tip of my tongue.
“Suck my cock, brat.” He reached around and gave my ass a playful smack. I dragged my body down the length of his, reluctant to lose the connection to him. Along the way, I detoured to suck a nipple into my mouth, kissed my way down his breastbone, dipped my tongue into his navel. Calvin’s fingers combed through my hair, giving a sharp tug when he grew impatient.
I stared up at him for a moment as I curled my fingers around his shaft, my mouth hovering less than an inch away from the slit of his cock. Saliva pooled in my mouth, telling me to get on with it instead of teasing him. But a little turnabout was fair play, right? Calvin growled, and I dragged the tip of my tongue across his slit. His grasp on my hair tightened, and he shoved my face down as I took him into my mouth, to the point I gagged in surprise.
“Not going easy on you tonight,” he warned me. “I want you to show me why you’re such a good cock sucker.”
The dirty talk and never-ending expletives as I swallowed around him was a change from the normally composed Calvin, but it only fueled me on.Thiswas what I needed. Blowing Calvin was nothing like any of those other guys. I could let go, give myself to him, trust him with everything right down to my ability to draw a breath, and know he’d take care of me.
“You like that?” he asked, hips bucking off the bed as he fucked my face. “Like sucking my fat cock?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I mumbled, never releasing him. I reached between Calvin’s legs, rolling his balls around in my hand as I pulled off long enough to catch my breath. Strings of saliva mixed with precum maintained the connection between my mouth and his head. Calvin reached in to swipe them away from my face. When he sucked his fingers into his mouth, I swore I could’ve come right then.
He kneeled on the bed, guiding me to my hands and knees. As I went back to feasting on Calvin’s dick, his hand trailed down my spine. Unable to take it anymore, I started jacking myself as he teased my entrance with one dry finger. I stiffened, unsure I could stay in the moment if he pushed in without any slick. Sensing my unease, Calvin paused and reached for a bottle of lube he’d tossed onto the bed earlier.
“Don’t worry, baby. Going to take good care of you tonight,” he promised. Seconds later, that finger was back, this time slick and cold. I gasped as he pushed in to the first knuckle. “Want to fuck you tonight. You good with that?”
“Please, Cal,” I begged, canting my hips, urging him deeper. “Tired of waiting. Been thinking about it all week. Fuck me, Cal!”
“You didn’t jerk off?” I shook my head. He seemed surprised I’d followed his suggestion. More than once, I’d thought I’d cave, but knowing he was pleased made the discomfort worth it. “Damn, that’s hot.”
I didn’t point out that I’d shown the patience of the saint by holding out this long before begging. Waiting for Calvin to be ready for this was worse than waiting for Christmas to arrive with packages waiting under the tree.
“Flip around,” he instructed me. “Want to see that hole. Need to get you ready for me.”
