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He huffed out an impatient breath. “I’m on it.”
His answer caught me by surprise, and I snorted. “Me too, but that’s not what I meant and you know it.” Giving his pouty lips a gentle kiss, I slid one slicked up finger inside his hot heat. “Impatient witch.”
“Mmmmm,” Callum hummed, his hole tight around my finger. Adding a second digit had Callum biting his lower lip, his ass quickly finding the rhythm as I slid in and out of him in a slow, unhurried pace. I scissored my fingers, stretching him, until he was once more panting and tossing his head.
“Michael!” he shouted, banging his hands against the mattress in need and frustration. “Now! Need you now!”
My dick was just as needy as Callum by this point, hard, angry and leaking. Quickly donning the condom, I hooked my arms under Callum’s legs, teasing his hole withthe head of my cock before popping the thick head past the first ring of muscles.
“Yeesssss!” He hissed the word between his teeth, his jaw tightly clenched, the tendons of his neck standing out. “Fuck yes. More. All of you. Need it all!”
His hole was like a vice wrapped around my dick, he was so tight. The heat of him surrounded me like a furnace, and if I didn’t get fully inside him, I was sure I was going to die.
Flexing my hips, I slid another inch inside him, then another, until I was fully seated in him. Nothing had ever felt as good as being inside Callum.
He wrapped his legs around my hips, pulling me closer and freeing my hands. Framing his face, I kissed him deeply, our tongues sliding across one another. No one cared about morning breath, or where tongues had been, too wrapped up in the sensations of skin against skin, of being joined together.
Sliding my hand in his, our fingers wrapped around each other, and I used my other arm to brace myself. Slowly, I slid in and out of him, our fingers clenched together, our eyes locked.
Until Callum’s bucking hips demanded I move faster. Soon I was slamming into him, pushing him across the mattress with the force of my thrusts. Bracing both hands on the mattress, I kept my weight from crushing him, while our bodies bucked against one another.
Callum’s blunt nails scraped down my back, traveling down to my ass. Grabbing two handfuls, he pulled me to him, deftly managing to get me angled in the perfect spot to peg his prostate with each movement.
Head thrashing, he cried, “There! Right there!”
One of his hands released the firm grip on my ass and wrapped around his own cock, jacking himself in time to my frenzied thrusts. Callum was wanton beneath me, savage and beautiful, as he chased his pleasure. Unrepentant and unashamed as he took what he wanted.
My balls tightened and my spine tingled, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer. And when Callum’s green gaze locked onto mine, and he ordered, “Come with me, Michael,” I was lost.
Callum came before me, his body tightening around mine, his ass clamping down on my dick. His mouth opened in a silent cry, while his cum spurted across his stomach and shot all the way up his chest. The sight of him, the feel of his body beneath me, the sheer exquisiteness that made up all the pieces of Callum, made me stop and forget for a second what I was supposed to even be doing. I was enchanted by him.
When he slow blinked at me, his lips curved into a wicked, knowing grin, my brain came back online and my dick remembered what we needed. Callum’s devilish smile never left his face, not when I picked up the brutal pace of my hips, as I chased my own orgasm. Not when hishands reached around to grab my ass once more as my hips pumped into him. And not when his fingers trailed down my crease and one slick finger tapped my own hole, before the tip slid in.
“Ahhhh!” The word, sound, garbled nonsense, escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I emptied my balls into his tight hole. Collapsing on top of him to catch my breath, his hands and fingers made lazy trails across the sweaty skin of my back.
Once I had caught my breath, I eased out of him, not missing the grimace that crossed his face. “I hate that part,” his lips quivered with a small smile.
Brushing a quick kiss across his lips, I tied off the condom and disposed of it in the trashcan next to the bed.
Stretching out next to Callum, he turned to face me, in much the same way we had stared at each other our first night together. Only this time, instead of being tense and tightly wound, Callum’s limbs were relaxed, his features lax. His green eyes looked like they held the answers to all the questions of the world I had ever wondered about. Maybe they did.
“That was…” my voice trailed off, because there honestly wasn’t a word I could think of to describe it adequately.
“Amazing? Wonderful? The best sex of your life?” Callum teased, but he was closer to the truth than I wanted to admit.
Wrapping an arm around his naked shoulders, my thumb traced the reddish-purple bruise that was blooming on his skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Vaguely I recalled sucking the skin there hard, while my dick had been gliding in and out of him. The sight of my mark on him had my dick giving a half-hearted twitch.
“All of the above,” I told him, brushing the wayward, sweaty hair back from his forehead. “All of the above.”
Chapter Eighteen
Callum
Sex with Michael was beyond anything I could have ever imagined in any of my wildest fantasies. It was hands down the best sex of my life. The man touched something deep inside me I hadn’t even known existed.
I liked him. A lot. Probably way too much for the short time we had known each other.
It went beyond the great sex, had started well before that. Sure, I’d had a crush on Michael in school, but I hadn’t known him. At all. I’d just been captivated by his good looks, his pretty blue eyes, and his gorgeous smile. His outward package had always made my stomach fill withbutterflies.
