I pull his shorts and underwear all the way off and toss them into a corner next to the door. Then, I stand, wipe my face off, and pull off his polo, tossing it with his other clothes. “Come on. Let’s get your sexy hole fucked.”
I rush to remove my clothes as well before taking his hand and rushing up the stairs.
I pat his cute butt. “On the bed, ass up.”
“Cal? Could we… never mind.”
I step up to him, grasp his jaw gently, forcing him to look at me. “Don’t do that. Tell me what you want. Always.”
“It’s vanilla…”
“We’ve already discussed this and how I feel about it. Tell me what you want,” I reiterate.
“Can we… make love?”
I slide my arm around him and press my hand to his back, pulling him flush against me, our cocks rubbing against each other. Seth shudders at the sensation. “We can definitely have a little lovemaking, but first, I have other plans for you. Now, as I said, I want you in that bed with your ass up.”
He gnaws on his bottom lip and then rushes to the bed, getting into position. His ass is pale, and his hole is pink and cute. I climb onto the bed and finger it. God, I love how he trembles under my touch, always fucking responsive.
Before I get started, I reach into my nightstand drawer and pull out the bottle of lube and a condom. After setting them aside, I climb behind Seth and sit on my knees.
“Just so you know, I have a pretty amazing tongue,” I say.
“Yeah, I’ve had firsthand experience with it.”
“It’s always nice to be appreciated.”
He chuckles and wiggles his ass, making me smile like an idiot. I’m glad he doesn’t take what I say seriously.
“Brace yourself, Tiger.”
Before he can utter another word, I spread his cheeks apart and run the flat of my tongue over his hole.
“Oh, god!”
Chapter 26
Seth
I’vebeenfortunateenoughto experience rimming a couple of times. Malcolm was never into it, and Leo never did, so having Calvin dive right in as if my ass is his last meal leaves me in utter bliss. It’s like having the best massage on one of the most sensitive, stimulating areas of the body.
All my moaning and groaning should send my ears skyrocketing into space from embarrassment, but I can’t be bothered to care. I’m so lost in Calvin’s tongue.
The slurping and lapping sound so salacious. Raunchy. But it’s one of my favorite things to do sexually, and Calvin did it without me having to ask or beg.
I’m melting into his incredibly comfortable mattress, and I might be drooling on his sheets. A whiny whimper escapes me when he moves away, leaving me cold and bereft of his tongue.
He chuckles and smacks me lightly on my butt. “Drama queen. Time for some lovemaking,” he says. “Roll onto your back, Tiger.”
As I turn onto my back, I give him an exasperated look and say, “Where’s the romance, Cal? Where’s the sweetness? Drama queen, my butt. You try experiencing your tongue and tell me you don’t whine when you stop.”
“If I could reach my own asshole and lick it, I’d never leave my house.”
I snort a laugh, then it bubbles into more. Before I know it, I’m doubled over, and tears are leaking. “Oh, god… that visual. So weird. So hot.”
“You love my weirdness.”
“I really do.”
