“You were begging for it,” Cal reminded me, his voice dropping an octave. “You beg so pretty, baby.”
I turned in his arms, shifting so I could face him.
He looked wrecked in the best way. His dark hair was a mess, sticking up in tufts. There was a pillow crease on his cheek. But his eyes were open, watching me with that soft, unguarded look he only ever wore in private.
“Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” I smiled back, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off his forehead.
I traced the line of his jaw, then let my thumb rest near his eye. In the harsh arena lights, Cal’s eyes always looked pitch black, shark eyes. But here, in the morning sun, they were a deep, rich green, flecked with gold.
“Your eyes are lighter in the morning,” I murmured. “They aren’t scary at all.”
Cal caught my hand, kissing my palm. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin the gimmick.”
He grinned, the moment shifting from tender to playful. “You snore, by the way. Like a pug.”
“I do not!”
“You do.” He smacked my ass through the duvet. “Come on. Shower. I’m starving. If I don’t get eggs in the next hour, I’m going to eat the room service menu.”
The shower was intimate, but the tension was rising. We washed each other, Cal’s hands lingering on the bruises he’d left on my hips, my fingers tracing the ink on his chest.
By the time we stepped out, the air in the small bathroom was thick with steam. I wrapped a towel around my waist and moved to the sink to brush my teeth.
Cal didn’t bother with a towel immediately. He walked up behind me, watching our reflection in the mirror. He looked primal, wet hair, water dripping down his chest, eyes dark with intent.
“You know,” Cal murmured, his hand sliding around my waist, his thumb slipping under the waistband of my towel. “You told Evan ‘she’ took care of you. That ‘she’ made you finish.”
I paused, toothbrush in my mouth. “Yeah?”
“I think,” Cal whispered, spinning me around, “I need to remind you who actually owns this cock.”
He dropped to his knees on the cold marble floor.
“Cal—” I gasped as he shoved my knees apart and dropped to the floor between them.
He didn’t wait. He yanked the towel away and took me into his mouth, swallowing me whole.
My head fell back against the mirror with a thud.
“Oh, god.”
It was overwhelming. Cal’s mouth was hot, wet, and incredibly skilled. He wasn’t gentle. He sucked me with a hunger that made my toes curl against his shoulders. He bobbed his head, taking me deep, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before sliding down the shaft.
He looked up at me, locking eyes. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked me, his hand coming up to pump the base, adding friction that made me groan loud and shameless.
“Cal… fuck… right there,” I panted, my hands tangling in his wet hair.
He hummed against me, the vibration sending electricity straight to my spine. He went faster, harder, determined to wreck me. I was close. I was so close, my hips bucking involuntarily against the marble counter.
Bang. Bang. Bang
The knock on the hotel door shattered the moment.
I froze.
“Open up! Housekeeping!” Evan’s voice bellowed from the hallway.
