“Fine, Dad,” I joked, turning to walk away.
But the second the word left my lips, Cal pulled me by the wrist back to him, then swiftly caught my throat in his other hand. A shocked gasp escaped my lips as my cheeks flushed. The entire sequence of motions caught me by surprise, and as embarrassing as it was, my cock dared to stand to attention without fault.
Cal let out a small hum as his eyes glanced over me. The look in those hazel pools built without shame, the lustful dominance daring to bring itself to the forefront.
“Dad?” Cal murmured, his voice dropping an octave, dark and teasing. “Is that what we’re doing now? You want to call me Daddy?”
He squeezed my throat just enough to remind me who was in charge.
“I thinkSirfits you much better, and I saiddad, notdaddy, you perv.” I choked out as Cal pulled my body to his, leaving kisses up the side of my neck, and up to my jaw.
“Oh? So you like the name calling, huh?” Cal teased against my skin. “So what? You want to call meSirnow?Daddyisn’t sexy enough for you?”
My cheeks flushed hotter. Names like that during sex really had never crossed my mind like that. Cal tended to almost always call me baby, but I just always called him Cal. Fuck, I couldn’t even remember the last time I called him Callum. I loved saying his name, especially during sex. It felt like a claim in a different way, one laced with venom and lust and everything in between that could tether him to me for eternity.
“No, I want to call you Cal,” I said breathlessly as he trailed his hand down my chest and over my abs, his touch lingering across the front of my jeans, making my cock grow harder from the barely there touch.
Cal pulled back to look at me, backing me against the bedroom wall, his hand palming me through my jeans still.
“Why do you just want to call me by my name?” he questioned as he applied more pressure. Then, he used his other hand to undo my belt, making it fall open, then undid the button of my jeans.
A faint moan escaped me as his hand slid inside the waistband of my briefs, taking my throbbing cock into his hand.
“Because—you—you belong to me,” I choked out as I looked into his eyes, knowing mine mirrored the same primal, righteous desire behind his.
Cal smirked at me as he stroked me, in no rush for any kind of an outcome. He reveled in seeing me squirm against his touch.
“I’m all fucking yours, baby,” he assured me as he pressed his forehead against mine, our lips barely touching, his strokes getting quicker.
Instead of stopping like I anticipated, he shoved my pants down, continuing to pump my aching cock with force.
“Cal—we don’t—” I tried to say.
“You don’t get to tell me when I can and can’t take what’s fucking mine,” he said as he slowed his hand, running his thumb across the tip, smearing the precum, then pushing against the slit, making me groan with pleasure.
Before I could even begin to process anything, Cal dropped to his knees in front of me, taking me into his mouth with ease.
He didn’t just take me; he devoured me. He wrapped his tongue around me, swirling and sucking with a heated enthusiasm that made my knees buckle. Cal loved this, he loved the taste of me, the power he held when I was unraveling above him. He worked me deep, bobbing his head in a rhythm that threatened to ruin me right there before we even made it to the airport.
He hummed against me, the vibration traveling straight to my core as his hand worked the base, adding friction that sent white hot sparks behind my eyelids.
“Cal… fuck…” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, gripping tight.
He pulled back suddenly, leaving me wet and aching in the cool air. He looked up at me, his eyes dark, his lips slick.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
He opened his mouth wide, resting his hands on his thighs, waiting.
“Stroke it,” he ordered. “I want you to look at me while you finish. I want to catch every drop.”
My hand shook as I wrapped it around myself, pumping to the rhythm of my frantic heartbeat, staring down into his hungry, waiting mouth. It was too much, the visual, the submission, the heat. I spilled over the edge in seconds, my hips bucking as I came, watching as Cal caught it all, swallowing me down like it was exactly where I belonged.
He stood up, kissing me deeply, tasting like me, sealing the moment—
Ding Dong.
We froze.
