Cal’s eyes darkened. “You like it rough, baby?”
“Yes,” I begged. “Please, harder.”
Cal obliged. He grabbed my hips, bruising the skin, and hammered into me. Every thrust hit that sweet spot inside me, over and over again. My vision started to white out. My cock was throbbing, leaking precum onto my stomach, but neither of us was touching it. The pleasure was building in my gut, a tight, coilingheat that had nothing to do with friction and everything to do with him being inside me.
“Cal—” I gasped, my head thrashing on the pillow. “Cal, I’m close!”
Cal looked down, realizing his hands were on my hips, not my dick. He froze for a split second, eyes widening. “You’re close? Hands-free?”
“Yes—fuck—yes!”
“Christ,” Cal growled, a look of pure, predatory awe crossing his face. He drove into me harder, faster, mercilessly targeting that spot. “Give it to me then, baby! Cum for me!”
I screamed. My back arched off the mattress, my entire body seizing as I shattered. I came hard, spurting cum hot and white over my own chest without anyone even touching me. The intensity of it was blinding, pure, unadulterated pleasure that left me sobbing his name.
The sight of me cumming hands-free undid him. Cal moaned a low, vibrating sound, and slammed into me three more times, hard, fast, desperate, before freezing. He buried his face in my neck, his body trembling violently as he poured himself into the condom inside me.
He fell onto me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing and the hum of the air conditioner.
After a long minute, Cal groaned, pushing himself up on shaky arms. He looked down at the mess on my chest, then at my face. He looked stunned, his hair sticking up in every direction, sweat dripping from his nose.
“I didn’t even touch you,” he breathed, a crooked, incredulous grin tugging at his lips. “I literally didn’t even touch your dick. That’s… that’s kind of a superpower, Si.”
I let out a breathless, wet laugh, my legs falling open on the bed, feeling completely boneless. “Yeah? Well, you’re the one who found the button.”
“Remind me to press it again,” Cal teased, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on my nose. “Often.”
He kissed my forehead, brushing damp hair out of my eyes. “You hurting anywhere? Hips okay?”
I groaned, shifting slightly and feeling the protest of muscles I didn’t know I had. “Honestly? I feel like I just went ten rounds with a freight train. And the freight train won.”
Cal laughed, a warm rumble in his chest. “Yeah, well, you definitely took a beating. I’ll carry your bags to the car tomorrow.”
“You better,” I mumbled. “I might need a wheelchair at this rate.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Cal smirked. “I’ll hold your hand. Walk you slow.”
He carefully withdrew. He tied off the condom and walked to the bathroom to dispose of it. He came back a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth.
“Lay back,” he murmured.
I lay there, watching him as he wiped me down. He cleaned the cum off my stomach and chest with gentle, efficient strokes.
“You’re a mess, Reed,” he joked softly, scrubbing a spot on my ribs.
“Your fault,” I shot back, though I was melting under his touch.
“Proud of it,” he winked.
“You kept calling me baby,” I murmured, my voice rasping in the quiet room.
Cal paused, the cloth resting on my hip. He looked at me, his expression softening, losing the playful edge for a second.
“Yeah. I did.”
“You don’t… usually talk like that,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat up.
Cal smirked, resuming the cleaning. “I know. But I saw the way you reacted on the balcony earlier when I said it. And just now… every time I said it, you gripped the sheets tighter. You’re easy to read.”
