Page 43 of The Trouble With Spells
Callum’s hand never stopped his lazy stroking, but he held his free hand out to me, beckoning, and I couldn’t deny him.
Spreading his thighs with my hands, I positioned myself between his splayed legs. With a sure hand I covered his, feeling the hot, silky flesh of his cock beneath both our hands. Gently, I moved his hand off his cock, and before the protest could escape his adorably pouting lips, I bent my head and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.
Callum arched, pushing his dick further into the wet recess of my mouth. His hands gripped my hair tightly, his heels digging into the mattress. “Fuck! Michael! Fuuccckkk!”
Smiling around his cock, because I loved how vocal he was in bed, I swallowed, my lips stretching around hisgirth. The bitter salty tang of his precum teased my tongue, and I lapped at his slit, over and over, chasing each drop.
I sucked, licked, nibbled, and stroked until the only sounds from Callum were high pitched, panting moans. Each time I felt his balls tighten and draw up, the movement of his hips grow more frantic, his cries growing louder, I backed off. Bringing him to the edge over and over, but never allowing him to fall over the cliff.
“Michael, please, please, please…” his voice trailed off in a needy wail, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.
Placing a soft kiss on his hip, I innocently asked, “Michael, please what?”
“Please let me come!”
“Hmmm?” Scraping my teeth across his pointed hipbone, I pretended to think about it. With an evil chuckle, I deftly flipped him onto his stomach, smacking his ass with enough sting to make my own hand tingle. “Not quite yet.”
I watched in fascination at the pink palm print that bloomed over his firm ass cheek, the luscious mounds still jiggling from the smack. My dick jerked and twitched at the sight, my balls tingling.
Callum shrieked, then tossed the bottle of lube towards me. “Enough foreplay! Fuck me!”
“Callum Turner, who would have ever guessed you were such a bossy bottom?”
He spread his legs, pushing his ass up a little in my direction, clearly telling me what he wanted. “Michael, I swear to God, if you don’t get your di–fuuuucccckkkkk!”
Grabbing two handfuls of his ass, I spread his cheeks wide, uncovering his tight pink hole. Swiping my tongue over the wrinkled skin cut off all of Callum’s demands. My glee was short lived as I got lost in the spicy, dark taste of him. Callum was utterly intoxicating. I could eat his ass for hours. Nothing had ever tasted so good.
Callum gripped the pillow tightly, burying his face in it and muffling the incoherent, animal sounds he was making. He writhed beneath my hands and tongue, pushing his ass into my face, demanding more.
There was a part of me that loved just how vocal and demanding he was. Always, I was the one in charge, but there was no doubt in my mind that in reality Callum was the one in charge now. The entire time I had kissed, stroked, and teased his body, he had been telling me exactly where and how he wanted me.
And I found it sexy as fuck.
Just like the man writhing beneath me, pushing his ass into my face until I was surrounded by the very essence of him. Callum was one of the sexiest, most sensual people I had ever met, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He was humping the bed beneath him, moaning and panting, as my tongue licked over his hole before diving inside.
“Michael…Michael…Michael…” My name falling on his lips became a chant, a siren's song that I never wanted to end. Names had never been important to me before; most times I didn’t even bother to learn my partner’s name.
But Callum repeating my name had me craving hearing it with an intensity that left me light-headed.
Suddenly, in picture perfect clarity, I could envision a life with Callum. My pulse quickened, but not with the fear I usually felt at the thought of being with anyone for any sort of extended time. No, this feeling washing over me was joy, plain and simple. Euphoria of the highest order.
Maybe Callum had done more with his spell than binding us together. He had surely cast some kind of spell over me. If I was bewitched, I didn’t want this spell to be broken.
Callum flipped onto his back and gently cupped my cheek in his hand. Overcome with emotion, I was powerless to do anything beyond turning my face into his palm and nuzzling his soft skin.
“Michael.” My name, whispered softly, was all it took. With that one word, Callum owned my heart.
Kissing his palm, I blinked, pushing away the feelings that were threatening to derail me.
“Make love to me. Now.”
If I thought Callum saying my name had stolen my heart, his softly spoken demand stole my soul. It wasofficial; I well and truly belonged to this man. And I was surprisingly okay with it.
Smiling seductively down at him, as he bent his knees and spread his long legs, feet planted firmly on the mattress, I grappled for the hastily tossed bottle of lube. Because while I might have loosened that sweet, tight hole of his up with my tongue, and he might be demanding I fuck him right now, he still needed some prep before I sank balls deep into him.
Coating my fingers while he watched, an impatient gleam in his eyes, I shook my head. “Prep.”
