Page 51 of The Trouble With Spells
“It’s a mystery,” my lips twitched at his serious face.
“I like my house,” he whisper shouted, leaning further into me and losing his balance. Catching him, I hauled him upright. “My house has ev’rything I need. My cat is there! And all…all…the…my things.”
“You,” I tapped the end of his nose with my finger, “are drunk.”
“Not!” He sounded astonished at my observation. “Let’s dance!”
With that declaration, Callum yanked me towards the dance floor, his arms gyrating wildly, his hips moving…well, his hips were definitely moving in an enticing way. His arms might have been out of control, but his hips knew what they were about.
The song switched to something slow and sultry, and I wrapped him in my arms, his back to my front. Holding his hips with my hands, we swayed sensually together, my groin pressed perfectly against the crease of his ass, encased in his sinfully tight jeans.
One of his arms wrapped around my waist from behind, while the other snaked up behind my neck, pulling me closer. He arched his own neck, offering it to me, and I wasn’t about to say no.
Kissing behind his ear, I placed soft kisses down the column of his neck, sucking gently at the skin just above his collar. I had never been one to deliberately mark any of my sex partners, but seeing Callum with the mark I had left on his neck already this week caused something primal to erupt inside me every time I caught a glimpse of it.
Callum turned, his arms resting on my shoulders, and I pulled him flush against me. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other, and we both gasped. My lips found his in a hungry kiss, and for a few seconds as I explored his mouth, I forgot we were in the middle of a dance floor.
We were both breathless and panting when the kiss ended. Callum’s lips were red and kiss swollen, glisteningin the lowlights of the dance floor. His pupils were blown behind his glasses, the green of his eyes barely visible, his cheeks rosy.
Giving me a slow, sexy smirk, he pulled me down until he was close to my ear. “I want to blow you in the bathroom.”
Fucking hell! Callum with a couple of drinks in him was wildly uninhibited!
“You are drunk,” framing his face with my hands, I spoke slowly and clearly, never losing eye contact with him.
He shook his head, “I’m not that drunk. Not drunk enough I can’t give consent, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Indeed, he was no longer slurring his words. I didn’t know if it was the dancing, me cutting him off, or just something inside his body that he was gifted with, but he didn’t look as drunk as before.
“How did you sober up that fast?” I questioned, skeptical.
He shrugged, “Don’t know. I thought wouldn’t it be fun to give Michael a BJ in the bathroom, knock that off my bucket list, and then I just started feeling less tipsy.”
Pulling him after me, off the dance floor, I headed towards the bathroom. Because yeah, I wasn’t about to turn down what Callum was offering. Over my shoulder I called, “I want to know more about this bucket list of yours. Later.”
He smirked, holding tightly to my hand, his other hand clasping just above my wrist. Shockingly, there wasn’t a line for the bathroom when we got there. Two guys were at the urinals, while the two stalls were empty. Pulling him towards one of the empty stalls, I halted when he tugged on my arm.
“What?”
“Wait.” That sly look was back on his face, his green eyes gleaming mischievously. The last guy was washing his hands, and Callum followed after him as he pulled the door open. There were three or four guys on the other side, getting ready to come in and use the facilities. Callum shut the door in their stunned faces, turning the lock with a loud click.
Angry fists pummeled the door. “Motherfucker! You’d better make it quick!”
“Asshole! Some of us need to go!”
“You’ve got five minutes before I’m breaking this fucker down!”
Eyes wide, I cocked my head at him, my hands already working on my pants. Pulling my cock free, I smirked, “You heard them. You’d better make this quick.”
He gave me a naughty grin aimed straight at my throbbing cock. “Challenge accepted.”
Callum dropped to his knees in front of me in one fluid move, his hand grasping the base of my cock tightly, his lips parting and swallowing me down to the root.
“Holy fuck!” The shout escaped my mouth before I could stifle it, my eyes nearly crossing at the feeling of my dick being surrounded by the hot wetness of Callum’s mouth. One hand hit the wall to steady myself, while my other tangled in his thick hair, guiding his head.
Not that he needed the guidance. He was doing just fine on his own.
Callum might have zero experience in nightclubs, but he gave head like a fucking pro.
