Page 34 of Sunflower

Nothing was going to stop us this time.

Chapter Thirteen

Joey

WerolleduntilCallumwas on his back, his legs opening just enough for me to settle on top of him without me hip-checking him in the balls. His hands instantly latched onto my face, tilting me for the best angle so he could delve deep with his tongue.

I moaned when he licked into my mouth, then nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it immediately after to ease the sting. He was everywhere all at once, consuming me like nothing I’d ever felt before. The fire he was stoking in my very soul burned brighter and hotter with every urgent lap, rushing taste, and sweeping pull he took from me.

When we broke apart to gasp for the air that we desperately needed, his glimmering eyes shone with such love and adoration that it made my heart weep that we’d wasted all those years apart. Even though I knew there was no way things would have worked romantically between us before now, it still hurt that we hadn’t been able to be closer, even if it was just via video calls.

I understood his decision to distance himself from me, though, especially before I turned eighteen. And by the time I was of an age where he would have felt comfortable approaching me, I was already a year into my relationship with Amelia. The timing had simply never aligned properly until our parents’ wedding, and then the dominoes started falling, one after the other, until there was nothing left to hold us apart anymore.

“Want you,” I panted, one hand grabbing at his t-shirt to lift it up his lean torso, the other braced against the mattress next to his shoulder to give me room so I wouldn’t crush him. “Need you. So bad.”

“You have me,mo lus na gréine.” His hands wandered down my sides, along my back, gripping my ass. Every soft touch of his fingertips sent shockwaves through me until I was vibrating with pleasure. “Always.”

Without conscious thought, my hips thrust against his again and again, every undulation grinding our hard cocks together through the thin material of our pants. We both still had our sweats on; I had nothing on underneath, and I presumed Callum didn’t want me to feel out of place, so he’d kept his on as well. Now though… Now I desperately wanted there to be nothing left between us so I could feel his skin against mine. The idea of feeling our bodies slide against each other, courtesy of our combined pre-cum, made my cock throb in anticipation.

After repositioning myself so I could straddle him, I pushed his t-shirt up to bunch around his collarbone, and I had room to finally lean down to lick and nibble at each of his nipples. With every concerted bite, he bucked against me, groaning his pleasure until the echo of it reverberated around the room.

Once I’d sucked both of his nipples until they were stiff, wet, and pronounced, he pushed me away so he could take his t-shirt off. I took the opportunity to remove my sweatshirt at the same time, tossing it to the side, not caring at all where it landed.

Spreading my hands wide over his chest, I groaned at the expanse of pale skin before me; a light smattering of his freckles were randomly dispersed on his torso, and they made me want to trace them all with my tongue. Figuring there was nothing stopping me from doing just that, I wiggled my way down his body so I could lap at each mark on his skin.

With every lap, I inched my way further down, snagging his sweats with my thumbs as I went. I pushed them down slowly, teasing not only Callum but myself. I desperately wanted to see the delicious cock that was tenting his pants, but I was loving the edging I was forcing on myself, knowing that the result would be worth it.

I could hear Callum going out of his mind above me and felt his muscles tense and release with every breath he took. Looking up his lean torso, I could see his head thrown back and his hands locked tight around the spindles of his bedhead, his elbows locked stiff from the tension he was forcing himself to endure as I nibbled my way along his hip bone.

Finally, I tugged his pants that last inch and was rewarded with the magnificent sight of his throbbing cock thwacking against his stomach. Deep red from the rush of blood that was pulsing through the prominent veins along his length, and a steady stream of pre-cum begging for me to lick and suck it from the tip. Stunning.

“Oh,” I sighed happily, pausing for a moment to absorb the exquisite sight in front of me. Callum already looked debauched, his hair in disarray as he writhed underneath me, and his hands still locked firmly on the headboard.

As soon as he realized I wasn’t moving, his eyes swung wildly around the room until they finally locked onto mine, a tiny frown appearing between his eyebrows. “Please…”

My tongue swept along my lips, and I was delighted to watch his eyes trace the movement. Grinning, I leaned to the side so Icould tug his pants off entirely, freeing his legs so he could help kick them off. As soon as he was clear, I settled between his legs, not caring that I still had my pants on, because I was salivating at the thought of finding out whether his cock was as delicious as it looked.

I let my nose trail up his thigh until it met the trimmed thatch of deep red hair that held his cock, breathing in the clean mixed scent of his body wash and that natural masculine aroma that was all him.

He whined, thrusting against me enough that I had to brace my arm across his abdomen to stop him from moving, which, of course, only made him whine louder.

I chuckled softly then put him out of his misery by licking a straight swipe up his length and suckling at his cockhead.

Callum convulsed, his back bowing off the mattress, and he finally let his grip on the headboard go only to claw at my scalp, trying his best not to force my head down on him further.

I could feel him trying desperately to hold himself back, and I was having none of it. Pulling off his cock with a wet pop, I demanded, “Fuck my face, Callum. I need it as much as you do.” Placing one of my hands on his, I pushed my head down enough until I was sucking at his cock again so he got the message.

He didn’t need telling twice.

His fingers spasmed against my head, tightening in my hair to almost the point of pain. He gave a couple of tentative thrusts, each one going deeper than the last, until he built up a rhythm. With every push in, he dragged his cockhead against the roughness of my tongue until finally it met the top of my throat.

I groaned, then forced myself to relax my whole body. It’d been years since I’d done this, but I knew I wanted it. I wanted him to use me however he saw fit. I wanted him to bury his cock so far down that he could feel it if he placed his hand against my throat.

Three more cautious pulses to test how relaxed I was and then he let loose, fucking into my mouth fast and hard, holding my head at just the right angle so he could get maximum pleasure.

With every gurgle, I felt myself relax more, tears streaming down my cheeks as euphoria overtook me. My eyes found his, and I rejoiced in seeing him lost in his lust, his pupils completely blown out as he watched his cock disappear into my mouth again and again and again.

Just as I was sure that he was going to come down my throat, he roared, pulling my hair hard to lift my mouth off him.

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