Page 98 of Ricochet

Turn all my bad things good.

“It’s me, baby. You’re safe.”

As I thrust my finger a little deeper, he begins to relax. He lets out a little sigh into his pillow, a calmer noise than the ones he had been making previously.

“Stone,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, not having woken yet.

“I’m here. Those shadows can’t touch you when I’m with you.”

More of the tautness in his muscles loosens.

Meanwhile, my dick is growing stiff while I’m lying here with my finger in his ass.

He did say I could use my finger or my cock…

Fuck, I just want to be inside him.

I kiss him softly on the neck below his ear before removing my finger. Rolling over just enough to reach the bottle of lube I might’ve strategically left on top of the nightstand, I grab it and roll back. I lower both our boxers and slick up my fingers and cock. Slowly, I push my first finger back inside him and work in a second, stretching him open. He sighs again and mumbles some unintelligible words.

He really does sleep fucking hard.

After I’ve done what I can with my fingers, I take them out and line up the head of my cock with his hole. Slowly and carefully, I thrust forward, gently pushing past his rim.

Callum grunts, and I still.

He goes a bit rigid again but only for a few seconds. As his tension uncoils once more, I drive forward a little deeper. Inch by steady inch, I sheath my cock inside his tight, warm ass.

He’s perfectly relaxed now, breathing steadily. I grasp his hip and try to steady my own breathing. He feels so fucking good. Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine. When he moans and rolls his hips, my breath leaves me altogether.

He also said to wake him up like this.

I pull back until just the head of my cock is still inside him.Excruciatinglyfucking slowly, I drive back in.

I keep each thrust unhurried. Just to fucking feel him.

“Harder.”

My hips stutter. I still again, tightening my grip on his waist to stop me from slamming back into him. “Fuck. You’re awake?”

“I am now.” His voice is husky and still a little sleepy as he pushes back on my cock. “Fuck me harder, Stone.”

That’s all the nudge I need.

I immediately pick up a brutal pace, fucking into him with a feral urgency. The sheets shift beneath us where we lie on our sides. Callum moans loudly as he reaches for my hand that’s still grasping his hip, squeezing it through whatever feeling is lighting up his body. Then he’s pulling it off him and dragging it over his waist and to his cock. When my fingers wrap around him, I find him already hard and leaking.

His next moan is an unspoken command. I obey, stroking him with a tight fist.

“This cock is mine, isn’t it?” I ask, speaking low in his ear.

“Yes.”

“This ass is mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

As I continue rutting into him, I slip my other arm under his head so I can wrap my hand around his throat. The noise he unleashes rumbles through us both as he sags into me, his back pressed against my chest. He thrusts into my hand and back on my cock.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you, Cal?”

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