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Cal collapsed on me, panting for breath as he came down from his own high. His weight was comforting, grounding me as my mind fought for equilibrium. After what felt like an eternity, Cal slithered down toward my legs, grasping them behind my knees and pushing them toward my chest. I was folded in half, wondering what he was doing to me when I felt the hot lash of his tongue at my used hole.

What the ever loving, crazy tonguing, holy heck is he doing??

I made a small sound of protest that died a quick death when Cal speared his tongue into my pucker, groaning as he indulged himself. I whimpered and let out helpless noises as he cleaned me of all the cum he unleashed in me. Cal’s greedy sounds and the squelching of his tongue in me was so vulgar and erotic that I felt the furious blush overtake my face. When I didn’t think I could take anymore, he crawled back over me and once again claimed my mouth. I tasted his cum and I couldn’t deny the sordid act had me falling to pieces. Isucked at his tongue, wanting to steal every drop of his release. I wanted him in me in every conceivable, impure way.

We parted when there was nothing left for our mouths to trade, our kisses becoming softer as exhaustion blanketed us both. Cal leaned over the bed and swiped his shirt off the floor, using it to clean our stomachs and chests of my drying cum. He tossed it away and worked the covers down for us to crawl under.

Cal wound his arms around me, drawing me to lay my head on his chest. His heartbeat was a lullaby that I wanted to hear every night. Being in his arms was the only home I needed. I tilted my head back to look at him, only to find him already staring down at me. A silent exchange passed between us, more powerful than any words that could have been spoken.

He gave me a soft, lingering kiss that swept away all thoughts of anything but him. I fell asleep quickly while tucked in his embrace, no longer feeling broken, but more whole than ever before.

27

RHYS

Apersistent alarm sounded, invading the edges of my sleep-addled brain as consciousness trickled in. I stabbed my finger on my phone screen until it finally silenced. Heat smothered my back and I struggled against the iron bar trapping me around my waist. I clawed at it expecting cool, hard metal, but found warm, silky skin. I blinked away the last bit of sleep, realizing that Cal’s arm was secured around me. A dopey smile tugged at my lips and I sank into the deliciousness of his body curled around me.

“Hmm, morning Sweetness,” Cal grumbled, sleep giving his voice a ragged edge. I pulled his hand up to my lips, brushing a kiss against his knuckles that made him rumble happily behind me.

“Morning, baby,” I replied, but I froze as the endearment slipped out accidentally. I had never used pet names with Cal before, assuming he would feel weird about it. I waited, hoping maybe he hadn’t heard it. That, of course, was a demented pipe dream.

“Baby, huh? I could get used to that,” he muttered and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also wouldn’t mind “sir” from time to time. That could be fun.”

“Likeplease sir, I want some more?”

“Ooo, I’d get a real kick out of that in bed.”

“Ew. Weird. You harboring some creepy Oliver Twist kink I didn’t know about?”

“Here I thought you’d appreciate my literary eroticism, my sweet little nerd,” Cal chuckled, his lips sweeping over the back of my neck and making me shiver all over.

“In that case, I formally request some Khal Drogo role-play for next time,” I teased, tilting my head and giving him better access to nip at my throat.

“Good god, I forgot that show was a book first. So what, you want me to call you Khaleesi and mount you from behind?” Cal chortled, but froze his sensual assault on my skin. “Wait, that could work in my favor…”

I rolled my eyes and twisted in his grasp, turning on my side to face him. “Like you need an excuse to do that,” I smirked at him and he nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it firmly. It drew a helpless noise from me and I leaned into the delicious sting.

“You’re right. I don’t need an excuse to do bad, bad things to your beautiful body.” He rolled over me, covering me with his weight as he planted sweet kisses down my throat to my collarbone. He sucked hard, drawing blood to the surface to leave a possessive mark behind. I bit my lip, stifling my moan. I couldn’t see the mark, but I felt the heat of it as he admired his handiwork, looking satisfied.

“Well that’s just great. Now Micah will see this when I meet him today and the crap-giving will be endless. I just love that for me,” I griped, my brows drawing down in mock annoyance. Cal let out a dramatic groan, falling onto his back with a hard plop.

“Why are you even leaving? Just blow off your roomie and stay naked in bed with me all day. It’s good for your health. A dozen good fucks a day keeps the doctor away.”

“Pretty sure a dozen keeps you in intensive care,” I deadpanned. I wiggled closer to him, snuggling into the crook of his arm where I wished I could stay permanently. “Also I can’t blow him off. We’ve barely seen each other as it is the last couple months. Spring Break starts tomorrow and we’ll both be too busy to hang out.”

“Yeah yeah, just ditch me, why don’t you? I’ll get over it eventually,” Cal whined sarcastically. “How are you feeling today by the way? I didn’t go too rough on you last night, did I?” he checked, caressing the arm I had thrown across his chest.

“Not at all! I mean, I’m a little sore, but it was amazing,” I told him honestly. I leaned back until my gaze locked on his. “Thank you foreverything last night, Cal. It meant the world to me that you talked me through it and…didn’t judge me or anything.”

Cal reached up to cup my cheek, smoothing my skin gently with his thumb. “I’d never judge you for anything, Rhys, especially that. You should never feel ashamed for what brings you pleasure.”

“Fin told me the same thing a while ago. Guess it didn’t quite stick,” I shared sheepishly.

Cal narrowed his eyes, biting his lip in thought as he studied me. “Can I ask why it upset you so much? I mean, I can’t imagine what would ever make you think you’re broken. Did something bad happen?”

I struggled to swallow the ball of anxiety that had lodged in my throat. “It’s just crap that happened years ago. It’s not important.”

“That’s bullshit,” Cal argued softly. “Nothing about what you went through is unimportant. Not to me. Gran told me…that you’d been hurt a lot before. She didn’t give me a lot of details, but she said some of it was…physical.”

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