My eyes grow wide. “Forty? Well, you don’t look it. When’s your birthday?”
“November twelfth.”
“Next month? We’ll have to throw you a party, then.”
Calvin runs his fingers through my hair as he straddles me this time. Then he fists it and yanks my head back. “No friends, remember?”
“You do have friends now that you’re part of our poker club.”
Instead of saying anything, he leans down and nips my exposed throat before kissing it.
I press my hands to his chest and ease him back. He watches me as I lick one of his nipples, keeping my eyes upward. It’s unlike me to stare at someone in the face while we’re having sexy fun, but I want to be bolder. I don’t want to be vanilla anymore.
Calvin’s green eyes go dark when I take one of the buds between my teeth and tug on it. He hisses, but doesn’t stop me. I lick away the sting and kiss it, then move on to the other one. He smells of his usual cologne and all things sexy, like he’s made of pheromones. His scent was created just to turn me on.
I don’t know what possesses me when I lift his arm and press my nose into his armpit, inhaling him. His pheromones are stronger there, and I breathe him in again. My eyes are closed, and my face is hot, but I don’t stop. Then, without thinking, desperately trying to be spontaneous, I run my tongue along the curvature of his pit, hair and all. He tastes like deodorant, salt, and sex.
Calvin yanks my head back again and grins at me. “And you said you were vanilla. That ain’t vanilla, Tiger.”
I rub my hands over his chest again because I can’t stop touching him. “I want to be more like you in the sex department.”
“Am I the director of this department?”
“Ugh. Your dad jokes are so weird. But I suppose if you want to be.”
He releases my hair and presses his hand to my cheek. “Seriously, I like you just the way you are. Only do what you’re comfortable with.”
I lean into his touch and close my eyes. “I am comfortable. Truly, but thank you for that.”
Calvin gently jabs a finger into my chest and pushes me back until I’m lying on the bed. He leans down and pins my arms next to my head. “In that case, how about some quick frotting before I have to head home?”
My face heats again, and I look away. “I feel so stupid that I have no idea what that is.”
Without missing a beat or making me feel small, he explains it to me. “It’s where one of us fists our cocks together, and we rub one out. Think of it as double masturbation.”
“Oh! Idoknow what that is, though I’ve never done it. I just didn’t know what it was called. That sounds amazing, actually. Malcolm and I never did shit like that.” Then I was hit with an epiphany, making my heart sink. Is that why he left me?Suck it up, Seth. Don’t get wrapped up in Malcolm. Screw him. You’re with Calvin now. I push back the doubts and try to go with the flow.
“He’s a fucking moron,” he says, making me snort a laugh.
“He is.”
Calvin gently grabs my jaw, but he doesn’t add pressure. “And don’t let that asshole fuck with your head. You’re amazing, Seth Griffin.”
I bite my bottom lip and stare up at him. My body heats, not from my usual flustered blush, but his confidence boosts mine.
Calvin climbs off me, and without any preamble, he strips out of his shorts and underwear. I sit up on my elbows and watch his gorgeousness unfold before my eyes. “God, you’re sexy.”
“So are you. Now get naked.”
He helps me scramble out of my clothes, and before I know it, I’m lying back on the bed again, waiting for Calvin as he rummages in my nightstand drawer, looking for lube. Once he finds it, he drops it on the bed and hovers over me. His hand cups my jaw as he stares into my eyes. “Yep, you’re sexy as fuck.”
He lets go and leans forward to kiss me. It’s only a short one before he’s kissing my ear, my throat, my shoulder, and just like I had done to him, he bites my nipples, but harder than when I did it. I hiss at the stinging pain, which he licks away.
No matter what we do together, his eyes are always on me, watching my reactions, trying to be careful with me. I’m not used to it at all, but it’s also engaging. It intensifies everything he does. It’s how completely involved he is with me, not only physically, but emotionally and mentally. When I first met Calvin, I never would’ve believed he could be like this.
Before I realize it, he’s sitting between my legs, his eyes still on me, but his mouth hovers over my cock, his breath puffing on the sensitive skin. My dick jumps as if seeking some sort of stimulation, which he doesn’t give.
“I think he likes me,” Calvin says, grinning like a butthead.
