Page 16 of Choosing Me

“Thanks for distracting me from the pain today. I had a lot of fun.”

I tilt my head enough to look up at Wilson. “Of course, man. What are friends for, right?”

Wilson nods his head, his lips taking on a stilted smile. “Right.” We wait like that for about twenty minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence until our rides arrive. I give Wilson a peck on the cheek as we part, already thinking of more idiotic shit we can get up to in the future.

Chapter Eight

Wilson

“I cannot believe you!”

I stumble behind Calvin into my apartment, my side hurting from laughing so hard. “You literally dared me! I couldn’t back down!

Calvin leans against the wall as he slides his shoes off, keeping himself from tipping over. The alcohol in our bellies is making us giggly and I love it. Calvin’s cheeks are pink and his eyes bright. God, he’s beautiful. I have to be careful not to say something like thatout loud.

“Of course I dared you to do it!” Calvin says, rubbing his face, hiding his smile. “I never thought you’d actuallydoit!”

“Don’t test me! You took me mini golfing, got me tipsy, and then dared me to fake a giant break up scene. I was tipsy enough to think it was funny, Calvin!”

Calvin starts giggling again and the noise is my favorite soundtrack. “Did you really have to scream that I kicked your fucking dog though? That felt like it was a step too far, man.”

I stumble as I kick my shoes off but thankfully Calvin is there to catch me. “I’m sorry,” I whine, ignoring the flutter in my chest at the feeling of Calvin’s hands against me. “Next time I promise I’ll think of things that are funny but not too far.”

“Next time?” Calvin snorts, “next timeI’mthe one breaking up withyou.”

There he goes again, casually mentioning next time, like it’s a guarantee. I would be lying if I said I didn’t love it but there’s part of me that worries I’m letting myself get too deep. Calvin was honest up front about keeping feelings out of this so I push my own feelings down, ignoring them the best I can. He doesn’t have to know.

“I think I’ll just tell everyone you love your cats more than you love me or something like that,” he says, bending down to pet said cats.

“So you’ll just tell everyone the truth. Gotcha.”

Calvin giggles again, giving each cat a kiss on their head before standing back up. He puts his hands on my chest, running his fingers over my nipples through my shirt. I raise my brow. “Can I help you with something?”

Calvin looks at me through his lashes and I swallow thickly. “Can we go to bed?”

I wrap my arms around Calvin’s waist, holding him against me. I run my nose through his blonde hair, breathing in his blueberry scent. “You tired?”

He shakes his head, his hand slowly moving lower and lower and lower until it’s resting against my groin. Oh. “Not in the slightest.”

I let my hands wander to Calvin’s ass as I kiss him. Calvin pushes me into the wall, kissing me passionately, his tongue finding my own and making me groan. His fingers wrap around my cock through my jeans, squeezing me and making all the blood in my head rush south. The warmth of the alcohol makes my body even more sensitive than usual, Calvin’s every touch making me overwhelmed in the best possible way.

I push off the wall, backing Calvin further into my home, our kisses never stopping. I bump my nose against his and we both pull back, giggling as we move. “Shirt, shirt,” he murmurs, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor. I stumble for a moment, catching myself against the wall as we go. My hands fumble with my belt, struggling for a moment, but eventually I manage to get out of my pants, Calvin doing the same as we walk.

“Couch,” I say, sitting down and pulling Calvin into my lap. His skin feels so warm against my own and a shiver goes through my entire body. “Perfect.” Calvin has somehow gotten out of his boxers and pants but is still in his shirt. “What do you call this style? I think I’m a fan.”

Calvin rolls his eyes. “I call it Winnie Pooh’ing.”

“Oh my god. You said poo,” I groan out with a chuckle, the sound getting cut off by Calvin kissing my lips. His hips grind against me and my cock, which was only at half mast, quickly fills with blood until I’m rock hard and aching. I can smell his slick in the air, filling the room and making my mouth water. It’s a scent that makes me desperate for more.

When he pulls back, Calvin reaches behind himself, pulling off his shirt in thesexiestpossible way. Fuck, I want him. I want him so bad and not just tonight. I want this every night. Going out and being wild together before coming home and getting lost in each other’s bodies. Longing threatens to spring tears to my eyes. Thankfully, Calvin is there to distract me.

“Finger me,” he breathes, his eyes glassy with lust. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

I reach my hand behind him, finding his hole absolutelysoakingwith slick, soft and ready for me. I push one finger in, groaning at how wet and warm he is. I can’t wait to feel that enveloping my cock.

“God,” I hiss out, burying my face against his throat and breathing in his tart blueberry scent. “You feel amazing.” I open my mouth, letting my teeth run across his throat just to hear the breathy little noise he makes. “Can I mark you here? Can I give you a bruise?”

“I wish, but I have work.”

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