When he pulled back, the air thickened with a different kind of heat.
“Show me,” he murmured against my mouth. “Like we talked about. No hiding. Just us.”
We stripped slowly, treating it like a ritual. I lay back against the pillows, watching Cal move to the nightstand, retrieving the foil packet and the bottle of lube.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. The sight of him, naked, aroused, the dark hickey I’d left on his neck standing out against his skin, made my breath catch.
“You’re beautiful, Si,” Cal whispered, his voice rough. “You have no idea, do you? You’re fucking perfect.”
Heprepped me with a patience that bordered on worship. He coated his fingers in lube, slowly stretching me, watching my face for every flinch, every sharp exhale.
“Relax for me,” Cal coached, his voice low and hypnotic. He added a second finger, twisting his wrist to hit that spot that made my toes curl. “That’s it. Open up for me. Make room. You’re doing so fucking good.”
When he was sure I was pliable and ready, he rolled the condom onto his waiting cock, then sat back.
“Come here,” Cal said softly, patting his thighs. “Climb on.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. I sat up and moved over him, straddling his hips. My knees sank into the mattress on either side of his waist. I lifted my hips, guiding him in, gasping as the thick head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
“Slow,” Cal murmured, his hands on my waist, steadying me. “Take it all, Baby.”
I sank down, inch by agonizing inch, feeling him stretch me open, feeling him fill me completely until we were flush, chest to chest.
“Lay back,” I whispered, placing my hands flat on his pecs, feeling his heart thundering beneath my palms.
Cal obeyed. He leaned back against the mountain of pillows, his hands sliding from my hips up to my thighs, his thumbs digging into the muscle.
“God, Silas,” Cal breathed, looking up at me.
The angle changed everything. I was looming over him now, haloed by the dim light coming from the window. I wasn’t just riding him; I was the only thing in his vision.
“You wanted a view,” I murmured, starting to move. “Is this better than the throne?”
Cal didn’t answer immediately. He stared up at me, his eyes wide, dark, and completely wrecked. He looked at the sweat slicking my chest, the line of my throat as I tipped my head back.
Andthat was the moment. I saw it hit him.
It wasn’t just lust. It softened the sharp edges of his face. It turned his typical glare into a look of pure, unadulterated devotion.
“Better,” Cal choked out, his voice thick with emotion. “A million times better. The throne is fake. This is… Jesus, Si.”
I sank down deep, grinding my hips against his. “This is real.”
“Yeah,” Cal rasped, his hands tightening on my thighs. “Move for me, baby. Just like that. Grind down on it. Use me.”
I set the pace. It was a slow, rolling rhythm. I rode him with deliberate focus, lifting and sinking, feeling the friction burn deliciously. Every time I sank down, Cal’s hips snapped up to meet me, burying himself deeper, trying to fuse us together.
“You feel so tight,” Cal groaned, his head thrashing against the pillows. “Look at you. Taking every inch of me.”
The sensation was overwhelming. The heat, the sweat, the sound of skin slapping against skin. My own cock was hard, rubbing against his slick abs with every movement.
“Cal,” I moaned, the pleasure building into a white-hot pressure in my stomach. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the mattress by his head.
“I’ve got you,” he soothed, seeing my eyes glaze over. “I’m right here. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
He reached up, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down. Our mouths met in a kiss that tasted like desperation. It was wet, messy, and consuming. He kissed me like he was trying to breathe for me. His tongue tangled with mine, his hips bucking harder beneath me, driving into me with a force that shook the bed frame.
“Silas,” he gasped against my mouth, breaking the kiss to look me in the eye, his pupils blown wide. “Only you. You hear me? Only ever you.”
