“Happy thoughts.” I smiled before I tucked my head against my arm. “What about you?”
“I’m thinking that I might try to convince you to cook for me every day for the rest of our lives,” Calder joked. “I never knew you were a chef, too.”
“Comes with the territory. I’m sure you’re a pretty good cook yourself.”
“Nope.” Calder laughed. “I don’t cook anything, Shane. Pretty good at burning things, though.”
“I could teach you.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He grinned, like there was something else on his mind.
“What? What is it?”
“Was that really all you were thinking earlier? Happy thoughts?”
“Yep.”
“Interesting.” Calder hummed. “I was hoping you’d be in more of abeggingmood by now.”
“You think I don’t want to touch you?” I playfully scoffed. “Calder, I want to touch you so bad I feel like I’m losing my mind?—”
“That’s all you had to say, baby,” Calder cut me off as he gently nudged me down to the floor. When I was in position on my back, he climbed over me, his mouth covering mine. I moaned under him, something tingling down my back, something eager and warm. Calder pulled off my shirt before pulling off his own. Then he moved away from me, just enough to pull off his pants and boxers. Following his lead, I did the same, pulling off the rest of my clothes as quickly as I could.
There was a flurry of clothes around us as Calder brought his chest back down towards mine. We kissed and it was impossibly electric, each second of it reverberating through my skin. He broke off the kiss suddenly, though, as he made his way down my body, not stopping until his lips were wrapped around my cock.
“Calder… Calder…” I bit my lip as he bobbed his head up and down the length of my shaft, his mouth eagerly taking in every inch of me. He stopped for a few seconds, coming back up towards my chest, his fingers slowly sliding into my mouth. When his fingers were wet enough, he moved back into position, his lips getting into place around my shaft.
And with his now wet fingers, he circled my tight hole, gently playing with it. I whimpered at the feel of it, my body overloaded with pleasure. Calder continued teasing my waiting hole, his mouth still working on my cock.
“Wait… I’m going to… I’m too close…” I murmured, as a familiar sensation came over me. “Calder, I’m going to…”
He didn’t say anything in response, but I felt him pick up his speed, his mouth moving in record time. I tried my best to hold back from coming for him, but I couldn’t help myself. My come spilled out of my cock and landed near the back of Calder’s throat. He swallowed my come without any hesitation, his tongue sliding across my tip like he wanted to make sure he got every drop.
“Are you trying to kill me?” I whined. “Calder, you can’t keep doing that to me.”
“That’s one theory.” Calder smirked as he looked up at me.
“But I want… you should…”
“What was that, baby?”
“I don’t want to be the only one who gets to come,” I finally managed to get the words out. “I want to make you come, too. Please, Calder. Let me make you come. I want you.”
Before he could say anything in response, I shifted up, now resting on my elbows. “Please, Calder. I want you. Don’t you want to be inside me, too?”
“More than anything, baby. More than anything,” Calder said before he offered me a hand off the floor. “Come on. Let’s go to your bedroom. I’ve been dying to see it.”
When we gotto my bedroom, Calder gently sat me down on the edge of my bed. He took a moment to look around the room, a small smile on his face. “So, this is where the magic happens.”
“Please, never say that again.” I groaned. “And I try to keep the magic to a minimum.”
“Really?” Calder tilted his head. “Why? You could really clean up, Shane. You’ve seen yourself, right?”
“Calder, you’re—” I stopped myself, mid-sentence, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“What were you about to say?” he pressed. “Come on. You can tell me.”
“I was about to say that you’re the only person I’ve ever felt any magic with,” I admitted, my voice low. “So, why would I be chasing after a bunch of random guys?”