Yes.I wanted him putty in my hands. He said he belonged to me, and I wanted to earn that. I wasn’t full of tricks or wild enough to do something he probably never had, but I could please him in my way.
“Then I should taste you, hm?”
I slid onto my knees, each hand on either of his knees. I’d only done this with one guy before, a handful of times, but that didn’t compare to this in any way. My skin buzzed with the concept of seeing him unravel. He pushed up onto his elbows, and his eyes were so dark, so turned on as he looked down. “Ivy.If you put my cock in your mouth, I will die. Do you want to kill me?”
I winked. “Yeah, I kinda do.”
Then I licked his shaft. I had never felt more powerful. He growled as he gripped my hair in his fist, muttering my name over and over. I hollowed out my cheeks, my only aim to make him feel good. Callum was special—he knew how he looked. That wasn’t something to make him feel better. He needed compliments on his soul, on how he treated others. “I want to take care of you, like you do with me,” I whispered, bringing my hand into the process so I could cover his whole cock. He gripped my hair tighter.
“Yes, that’s it, Ivy Lee.” His chest heaved, and his breathing got louder. “Look at you on your knees. So pretty.”
My heart fluttered from his praise.
“Only for you.”
His eyes widened with pleasure.
His thighs were like freaking tree trunks, and I gripped them as I took him deeper. He increased my pace, using his hand.
I pulled off, wanting to be sexy and bossy to him.
“Fuck my mouth, Callum. Go as hard as you want.”
A deep guttural sound left his chest as he did just that. Gripping my head, he fucked my mouth as I sucked him. He didn’t last long. He stilled. “I’m gonna?—”
I nodded, not stopping.
I watched him. He said watching me come was amazing, but observing Callum fall apart was unreal. His face twisted as he moaned my name over and over, and his muscles somehow got thicker, harder. His hips thrust, his cock hitting the back of my throat as I swallowed him.
My ears rang, and my knee ached from putting pressure on it. I grinned despite the pain. “I like your come face.”
He cackled and helped me up. “You’re rid—hey, what’s wrong? You winced.”
“Oh, I’m amazing. Nothing is wrong.” My knee flared a little, and the pain caused me to cringe for one second. Of course, he saw.
Callum frowned, scanning me up and down before he hissed. “Your knee. You shouldn’t have been on them after walking all day. Fuck.” He scooped me up into his arms. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve realized?—”
“Don’t you dare. I can get on my knees for my boyfriend if I want to.”
“Okay, I love that entire sentence. Not sure if I like you being on your knees for me or you calling me your boyfriend more. Both.” He laughed but squeezed me against his chest. “Would a warm shower help?”
“Yeah, or ice. I was gonna find some before going to bed anyway.”
“No. I’ll get it.” He stared at me, his familiar face taking on a new expression. It was so wonderfully different to see this gentle, sensual side of him. He’d always helped me before, but this? It was next level, and I wanted to keep it forever. Whatever he was thinking showed on his face, and it made my heart swell. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
“And sneak out in the morning?”
He nodded. “Most of the guys will party and not come back, but as long as we are there for first check-in in the morning, we’ll be alright. No pressure, okay? I just… I’m so fucking selfish. I want more of you. I want to feel you sleep against me. I want to make sure your knee and arm are okay, and I have questions.”
Hearing him admit this made me feel cherished.
“Wow, well with an ask like that, how could I say no?” I grinned.
“You can always say no to me.” His voice turned serious. “This matters to me. You matter to me. Are we moving too fast?”
My pulse skipped a beat. “Doyouthink we are?”
He closed his eyes. “I need to know you’re okay with where we’re at. If spending the night is too serious, too fast, then I’ll leave.”
