Page 55 of A Loser by Christmas
He wouldn’t ask anyone but me to do him. He hasn’t ever before and won’t get another chance once he leaves London. He’ll fly back to the States to get back on a public treadmill that will reward him with cup rings and trophies for his bruises.
A long line of hearts sent from Cornwall doesn’t only knot around my ribs.
They wrap a present I can give him, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been harder.
“IfI’d even want to?” My insides slide, hot and liquid, with how much I want to.
I start to tell him so.
Something else slips out first.
“That torture session you’ve been called back for.” I touch his lips, no need for him to unzip them. “I don’t need to know the details.” I bet we both visualise the three letters standing for non-disclosure in his contract. I also visualise the buildingacross the river. The workout with his brother Patrick was at a different location, but I picture similar exertion. “Will your call back involve a physical exam?”
Calum nods briefly.“Head to toe.”
“And you passing that exam with flying colours is important to your club?”
“It’s important to me,” he tells me hoarsely. Calum nods again more firmly to confirm it. He also fists my dick, and I had just thought that I’ve never been harder. Right now, I’ve also never been closer to sayingfuck it,but he does need to hear this.
“Then you might want to hold off.” I dip my head to make sure he hears me. “Because it can be a lot.” I find his ear for an even quieter whispered promise. “As soon as we’re both done for the day, I’ll bang you like a drum. Until then, how about you show me how you’d want me to do it?”
He smiles again then, and this one doesn’t fade. It also makes our next kiss wet and messy. I don’t know when he let go of my dick to fumble in the drawer beside my bunk for lube. I reach over too, and the condom I find hits him square in the face, but that’s good—we’re back where we started, happy like when proof of a duckling’s life lit my cabin.
His smile only fades when I’m flat on my back again with him kneeling between my spread legs.
This shift in his expression isn’t due to nerves or doubt.
It’s pure concentration.
“Like this.” Calum isn’t asking a question. He’s issuing a request for later, and you better believe I try to focus as he repeats actions he made for a first time with me. A slick fingertip finds tingling nerve endings he’ll want me to locate on him when we do switch. He slides it across my hole. Around it. He circles while something inside me swoops and the cabin lights up.
At least, that’s how it seems. It’s still too early for much daylight to filter through my porthole curtains. Whatever thereason, I see the head of his cock glisten. It shines, precome already beading to tell me what he’s into. And he is into what he’s doing to me. I hear it in a guttural groan, even if my view gets cut off by him bending lower. He kisses my dick, which I’ll copy later to find his frenulum like he does mine, and if I didn’t know this was only the second time he’d ever done that, I’d think he’d put in extra practice.
“Feels good,” I tell him, and he takes my head falling back as a go signal. He must do. Calum presses that slick finger harder, and the dual sensations of him inside me while sucking me off doesn’t just get my heart pounding. They combine to almost stop it.
Perhaps his heart also stutters. His voice suggests so after he breaks off. “F-fuck,” he whispers, breathless, his gaze darting between my face and down to where he still has a thick finger deep inside me. I lift my head again to see precome drip with how much he wants this.Me. Us together.
He’s suddenly gone, but only to grab that condom.
Then he’s inside me for real.
I’ve only seen his jaw drop once before this moment.
That was the first time I smiled at him for saving something fragile. Now he looks almost eggshell brittle. Calum holds himself above me, arms shaking, and his dick is a lot to take in this position, but if that’s his way of telling me he’ll want to see my face when we do reverse roles, I’m down with it.
I’m even more on board with seeing him do me from close up. That’s what I have front row seats for—Calum sinking deeper in me fraction by hot and stinging fraction until we’re fucking, slow at first, then faster.
I could never rate this performance.
Couldn’t ever score us doing this together.
It’s messy and uncoordinated until it isn’t. Then we could have been made for doing this together.
Each fuck inside me shoves me away. Calum hauls me back, hands digging into my hips like I’m his to put exactly where he wants, and I don’t argue. I take mental notes for later. At least, I try until he covers me again, hips pistoning with the kind of power that scored him an oversized silver trophy.
I’m crushed all over again.
Have to find the strength to shove at him, and Calum lets me bully him where I want him. He rolls nice and easy where I shove him, and his cock doesn’t slip out. He’s still inside me, but now I’m on top and I’ve never felt fuller.
