I slumped against the wall and held his head against me until my legs quivered, and I could barely stand anymore.
Once I was finished, he gently untangled my fingers from his hair and popped off me with a grin.
I stared down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, and he licked his lips before sliding up my body and catching my lips in his mouth.
I froze for a moment, unsure how I felt about kissing him after he had just swallowed a mouthful of my cum, but he wasn’t having any of it. He forced his tongue between my lips, and I moaned as his tongue thrashed against mine.
I could taste myself on him, but I found I didn’t hate it. It was a very specific flavor, kind of salty but mild. Plus, it was mixed with the peppermint on his breath, which my drunk ass decided was the best thing I had ever tasted in my fucking life.
He nibbled on my bottom lip, and I cupped the side of his face, pulling him in closer and mirroring what he had done for me. I reached down between us and palmed him over his jeans, wanting to make him feel just as good as he had made me feel.
He chuckled against me and snatched up my hand, slamming it against the wall by my head, breaking our kiss again.
“Nuh-uh,” he murmured, kissing the tip of my nose. My cheeks flushed red, and I suddenly felt rejected.
“I thought you said I was going to have to return the favor?” I growled. I realized my pants were still around my ankles, andCal was fully clothed. I didn’t like it anymore. I felt exposed and vulnerable.
He grinned at me, kissing me gently on the lips and nipping my jawbone before nuzzling into my neck.
“You will. Just not tonight. I’m not small, Ryan. I don’t need you puking whatever it is you drank all over my dick.”
I flushed even deeper and pushed him away. “Fine,” I snapped, bending down and pulling up my pants.
He chuckled and scooped up the discarded bouquet of lilies and my phone, handing them both to me with an amused look on his face.
I considered turning down the flowers out of spite, my cheeks still burning from the harsh sting of rejection. However, he looked so fucking cute standing there with a bunch of my favorite flowers. My stomach flipped at the thought that he had bought them for me.
No one had ever bought me flowers before… Was it even normal for a man to want someone to buy him flowers?
I snatched them up and moved to storm back inside, but he grabbed my arm and spun me back around to face him.
“Why so grumpy all of a sudden, ginger snap?” Cal asked, his voice a deep, sexy, masculine rumble. I couldn’t keep myself from staring at his swollen mouth.
He had literally just had my cock in that mouth seconds ago…
Cal crowded into me the way I was quickly beginning to crave, and I scowled up at him.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just not feeling super wanted right now. I’ve never been with a guy before, and I put myself out there wanting to… you know, dothatto you, and you just rejected me. So fuck me, I guess.”
Chuckling, he skimmed a thumb over my chin. He dropped another wet kiss on my mouth, and the paper from the bouquet crinkled between us.
“Of course I want you, ginger snap. I want you so fucking bad that it’s taking everything in me not to hold you down and fuck your virgin ass raw right here,” he growled into my ear, and my eyes widened in shock. My spent dick throbbed again in my sweatpants, and I gaped at him, my heart suddenly in my throat.
“But, you haven’t really liked me up until this point, and you’re drunk. Show me tomorrow that you still want me,and I’ll let you suck my cock as many times as you fucking want.”
I blinked at him, finding it difficult to form words. My cheeks were burning again, but this time for an entirely different reason.
“Sound good, baby?” he murmured, kissing me again softly. When he pulled away, I nodded wordlessly, and he grinned.
“Good. See you in the morning, Ryan. I’ll be here bright and early, making your cranky-ass breakfast.” He winked, and without saying another word, he disappeared into the night.
I was left alone on my porch, clutching my bouquet of lilies, wondering if the last twenty minutes had really happened or if it had all just been a crazy dream.
I glanced down at my newly tented pants and blushed again.
If it was a dream, it was the wettest fucking dream I had ever had in my life.
Goddamn.
