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“That’s it,” I murmured before I leaned in to kiss him again, my eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his fingers tightening around us both as they slid up and down steadily, drawing us ever closer to the finish line.

The hand that was still on my hip shifted around my waist and grabbed at my ass, his fingers digging into the muscle enough to leave bruises.

“Yes…” I nodded, letting go of the headrest to grab his wrist and force his hand beneath the material of my boxer-briefs so he could grasp at the globe of my ass. As soon as he figured out what I was trying to get him to do, he started kneading my ass, and I left him to it, going back to the headrest. When he dragged a finger along my crease to press against my rim, I moaned and collapsed against him. My body didn’t know what it wanted, to thrust into his grip or press back into his playful finger. I panted into his ear, and he panted into mine; our cheeks pressed together as we both rocked. “Holy fuck, I’m close.”

“Me too.” His finger tapped my rim, pressing just hard enough to make me feel him, but not hard enough to invade. “Come for me,mo lus na gréine. Come for me now.”

I thrust against him once, twice, three more times until finally I erupted against him with a groan. Callum quickly gathered the hot cum and used it as lube to extend my orgasm and tip himself over the edge after two more thrusts of his own. His hand gradually slowed until I hissed at the sensitivity. He chuckled and let go, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick the mixed cum from his palm, his eyes never leaving mine as his tongue flicked out again and again to taste us.

The heat in his still hooded eyes had my spent cock doing its best to rally, but it was too soon. I needed at least twenty more minutes before I could even think of going again. Shaking my head, it was my turn to chuckle before I leaned forward to kiss him, letting the flavor of our combined cum invade my tastebuds. I hummed when I realized how tasty we were together.

When he wrapped his arms tightly around me, I relaxed into him, letting my breathing settle. It was only then that I realizedI couldn’t hear the thundering rain against the car anymore. Without moving my head, I flicked my eyes towards the nearest window, but I couldn’t see anything outside because of the steamed glass. “Sounds like the storm has passed.”

He hummed and nodded, rubbing his cheek against my head again like a cat. “Sounds like it.”

“Should we go?” I asked softly, not really wanting to move from his lap. I was way too comfortable.

He hummed again, slowly rubbing his hands over my back. “I think we can wait a bit.”

“Okay.” I snuggled into him more, knowing that there was nowhere else I wanted to be other than in his arms. “Sounds perfect.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” I felt him smile against my head before he kissed my hair and rested his cheek against me, holding me close and sighing contentedly. “So perfect.”

Chapter Twelve

Joey

Alittleoveranhour later, we walked into Callum’s rental apartment.

“I can’t believe Erin doesn’t know you’re back yet,” I commented, wandering around the small living area and looking at the items in the bookcases that lined the walls.

The studio apartment was basic but appeared well furnished. Upon entering, I walked past the bathroom, then the bedroom, before I reached the open-plan kitchen and living area. I was surprised to see that there was no door to the bedroom, just a cased opening that sat opposite a small home office setup built into an alcove. Everything was neat and tidy but looked to be well lived in.

After adjusting the thermostat at the entry, Callum dumped his wallet and phone into a tray next to his laptop in the home office before following me into the open living area. “I know I’m like forty-five minutes away from their place, but it’s easy tomislead people a little when you only communicate via phone and video calls. Would you like a hot drink?”

Almost like he’d reminded my body of how cold it was, I rubbed my arms against the still very damp sweater I’d put back on to make it from my car to his apartment. It was still raining, but not as monstrously heavy as it had been when we’d first got soaked. “Yeah, I could do with something warm. What have you got?”

He started rummaging through the cupboards above his sink. “I’ve got cocoa somewhere—ah, here it is.” He pulled the box out and placed it on the kitchen cabinet before grabbing a teaspoon out of the cutlery drawer. He looked over his shoulder at me and noticed me trying to warm up. “The heating will kick in soon, but you should have a shower to get warmed up. I’ll throw our clothes into the washer and dryer if you want to stay and watch a movie?”

I was shocked when I saw the time on the microwave right behind his head stating it was only ten pm. Considering the night we’d had, it felt so much later, but I wasn’t ready to have the night end yet. “Sure. Sounds like a plan.” I headed back towards the entry where the bathroom was. “Have you got some sweats I can wear while I wait?” We were of similar height and build, so I wouldn’t have any issues wearing his clothes. Being wrapped up in his scent, however… That could turn out interesting.

“Yeah. Hold on.” He followed me down the short hallway but ducked into the bedroom while I hovered near the open door. He grabbed a pair of black sweatpants from one drawer in his built-in closet and a gray college sweatshirt from another. Handing me the clothes, he nodded to the bathroom. “There are fresh towels under the sink. If you toss your clothes out the door, I’ll put them in the washing machine once I get the hot cocoa started.”

“Okay.” I made my way to the bathroom, undressed, and cracked the door open to drop my clothes onto the entry tiles with a lewd wet plop before shutting the door. I let the hot water run for a moment before getting into the larger than expected shower and then moaned when I felt the warm water cascading over my tight muscles. Ever so slowly, I felt my body unclench from the chill that I’d been feeling for a couple of hours by that point.

By the time I turned the shower off, my skin was flushed from the heat and I felt relaxed. As I’d expected, Callum’s sweats fit me comfortably, and once I’d picked up my phone and wallet from the bathroom vanity, I opened the door to see Callum standing on the other side wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants.

There was no stopping my eyes from drifting south, and they were not left disappointed to find a perfect dick-print peeking back at me. I felt my cheeks blush as I raised my gaze, only to see him grinning cheekily at me.

“Like something you see,mo lus na gréine?”

I opened my mouth to respond with something insightful and intelligent, but all my brilliant brain could come up with was, “Ermaghog.”

He laughed. “Our clothes are in the washer now, and there’s a pot of cocoa cooling on the burner in the kitchen. Help yourself while I have a shower, okay?”

Pressing my lips together so I wouldn’t embarrass myself any further, I nodded helplessly and fled to the kitchen, leaving him laughing like a loon behind me.

“Pick something for us to watch?” he called just before he shut the door to the bathroom. “I’m good with whatever.”

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