Page 12 of Choosing Me

Calvin: You’d be so good for me. Just thinking about sitting on your face with your tongue in my ass has me so close to coming. Are you close?

“Yes,” I hiss out, my hand tightening around my dick. My knot is tingling as it fills with blood, hardening at the base of my cock. I can’t wait to taste Calvin and let him use my mouth for his pleasure. I wanna be good. I wanna be so good for him. My mind is foggy with lust and the only thing I can really think about is being able to come. Chasing my orgasm with abandonment, only stopping myself because I need one thing.

Me: I’m close. Please can I come?

Calvin: Only after I do.

Me: Fuck. Please come, Calvin. Please.

There’s a slight delay where I wait, trying my best to hold my orgasm back. I’m right on the cusp of falling over the edge, just waiting for permission. Why is being told I can’t come so goddamn hot? Why is the thought of Calvin having that power over me threatening to make me come before I’m allowed? Fuck.

Calvin: [Image]

“Shit, shit, shit,” I gasp out as the image of Calvin’s belly fills my screen. His cock lays against his belly, cum splattering across his abs. Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking sexy and knowing I had a hand in helping him come makes everything a thousand times sexier.

Calvin: Be a good boy and come for me.

I don’t have to be told twice. I close my eyes, my hand a blur over my cock. A moan leaves my lips and I don’t care that I sound loud and desperate because I’m finally getting to come. “Fuck,” I grit out as my balls draw up tight, my cock hardening against my palm as my orgasm washes over me. I sink against the couch as cum spatters against my t-shirt, a sigh of pleasure drawn out.

Calvin: God that was amazing. I’m so relaxed now.

Me: Me too. I feel like a blob of goo.

Calvin: The cutest blob of goo I’ve ever seen.

My stomach flutters at the compliment and I can’t stop myself from smiling. It’s hard to remember things are just fun between us when he’s saying things like that.

Me: I can’t wait to see you later.

Calvin: Hopefully I don’t fall asleep on you.

Me: I’d let you.

Calvin: You just wanna watch me sleep. Weirdo.

I chuckle to myself as I stand up and head towards the bathroom. I’m just about to put my phone down when it pings one more time.

Calvin: See you later, Wilson.

After a shower to wash myself of cum and sweat, I get myself dressed and ready. A spritz of cologne, some gel in my hair, and double checking I’ve put on deodorant later, I find myself in the kitchen making dinner.

“Oh, baby,” I murmur as Frederick rubs against my leg. “Are you hungry too?”

Frederick looks up at me, letting out a little meow in answer. That’s obviously cat foryes. I lean down, running my fingers between his eyes just the way he likes it. I quickly get some water boiling before checking the cats’ dishes, filling them with food.

“There you go,” I say, stepping back over to the stove. The chicken parm smellsamazingas it bakes in the oven and my mouth waters. I get lost in the process of cooking and as I’m just finishing up melting the cheese on top of the chicken, there’s a knock on the door. I check the clock above the stove, surprised by how engrossed I was in cooking that I missed the time.

I swing open the door, trying not to let my breath catch in my throat.Be cool, be cool, be cool. “Hey,” I say, stepping to the side and letting Calvin through the door.

“Oh,” he coos, looking around. “Your place is so nice, Wilson.”

“Thanks.” Just then, Frederick and Theodore run into the room, wanting to see who’s in their house. “It’s fine, you two. You don’t have to be so nosy.”

Calvin raises his brow, looking between the cats and me. “I should have known you were a cat guy,” he murmurs before squatting down to greet my cats. He carefully holds out his hands, getting a small smile on his face when they rub up against him. I might be biased but I’m pretty sure my cats happen to be thebestcats in the world. They’re sweet without being totally annoying and overbearing.

“I’m taking that as a compliment because in my own humble opinion cat dads are the hottest dads.”

“You’ve got me there,” he says, looking up at me and giving me a wink. This omega has athingfor making me flustered. God, he’s lucky he’s cute.

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