Page 42 of The Trouble With Spells
But to appease him–for now–I pushed him flat on the mattress, leaning over him, and didn’t push for another kiss. Without his glasses, his eyes appeared even greener than normal. His hair was untamed on his head, a lock falling over his forehead, his cheeks rosy from sleep. Bending, I sucked one of his hard nipples into my mouth, then teased it with a gentle scrape of my teeth.
Callum’s hands buried themselves in my hair, his entire body arching up into me. Air hissed between his teeth. “Michael!”
“Mmmm?” The sound vibrated against his skin, and he jerked against me, his hands tugging on my hair almostpainfully. The slight sting traveled straight to my dick, and I grew impossibly hard. Raising my head, I gave him a slow, lazy smile. “Don’t like it?”
He shook his head on the pillow. “I like it too much.”
Licking my lips, I purred huskily, “That sounds like a you problem.”
Bending back to the task at hand, I went back to sucking on his nipples, loving the way he cried my name, until it was a breathless chant, over and over.
After another few minutes, I released the nipple I’d been tormenting and whispered, “I like when you say my name.”
He stilled beneath my touch, and my God, what a stunning picture he made. Black hair mussed, rosy cheeks, glistening green eyes framed by dark lashes, and swollen pink lips. “You do?”
Lips parting slightly in a tiny smile, I nodded. “Yeah. No one has ever…” Voice trailing off, I didn’t finish the sentence. Suddenly ashamed of all the faceless, nameless men that had come before Callum, but more ashamed of the manner in which I had treated them.
Callum was different. So fucking different from anyone I had ever been with, but every single thing about him did it for me.
He reached for me, and I gladly went, leaning over him, our lips nearly touching. “I don’t know what you didto me, Callum Turner, bewitched me or something, but I’m…”
His hands cupped my cheeks, and he stared up into my eyes, the green of his glittering in the early morning light. “You’re what?”
“Falling for you. It should scare me–it’s too fast–but it doesn’t.”
“I promise to catch you.” He tilted his face up and our lips met, morning breath and early protests forgotten. And I got lost in him, in Callum. His lips and taste and tongue. His long, lean limbs and warm tight skin.
Callum made me want things I had never wanted before. Soft morning kisses. My name being whispered in need. Quiet secrets between two lovers. Exploring every single inch of his skin, slowly.
After minutes of shared kisses, roaming hands, and cocks grinding against each other, I tore my mouth from his. We were both breathing hard, panting. “Supplies?”
He turned his head, stretching a hand towards the nightstand. “Drawer. Lubes and condoms.”
Leaning away from him, I gathered the supplies, holding up a thick, bright purple dildo in question.
Callum blushed, then shrugged. “What? A guy has needs.”
Waggling my brows, I waved the dildo at him. “We’re going to explore this at some point.”
“What’s to explore, Michael?” he laughed, “It’s a dildo. It goes in my ass. Pretty much all there is to it.”
Giving him a slight shrug and a wicked smile, I put it back in the drawer with a, “Or my ass.”
Callum blinked wide green eyes, “Realllly?” He made the word about three syllables.
Tossing the condom and lube on the bed next to him, I arched one brow at him. “Maybe. I’ve always topped but…I’d be up for trying it. With you. Now, where were we?”
Callum spread his limbs across the bed, his muscles loose and relaxed. “I’m all yours.”
Tapping a finger against my lips, I stared down at him. “Hmmm, let’s see. These need to come off.”
Trailing my fingers across the top of his boxer briefs, I teased the head of his cock through the cotton material. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I slowly pulled them down his body, then tossed them behind me. Callum’s eyes never stopped watching me, and then he was gloriously naked in front of me.
My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, bobbing towards his belly button. He was long and thick, a pleasant surprise given how thin he was. The head was bright red, a string of precum leaving a sticky trail across the skin of his stomach. As shy and quiet as Callum sometimes came across, he was proving the exact opposite in bed.
I watched with hooded eyes as he took himself in hand, his grip firm and sure. He jacked himself slowly, his thumb caressing the damp head of his cock, his hazy eyes never leaving mine. The tip of his tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip, leaving it pink and shiny.
“I could watch you do that all day.” My voice was rough, and I quickly stripped myself of my own boxers, finally releasing my aching cock from the confines of the tight material. Callum’s eyes flared hot, his pupils dilating even more at the sight of my thick cock standing out proudly from my neatly trimmed dark brown pubes.
