bring it up, and I appreciated that. He leaned into me as we went, walking through the airport together, with him on my arm.
We grabbed a quick drink and then headed back to Havenwood, talking and laughing the whole way there. Everything was always so relaxed, so easy with Callum.
The second we got home and into the house, I pushed him against the closed door and took his mouth. His hands shoved under my T-shirt, his fingers pressing into my back, then around to my abs and up to my chest. “God, I love your body,” Callum said as I kissed his neck. “All solid muscle.”
“I love yours too.” I pressed the palm of my hand over his erection, massaged it through his jeans, an ember of want igniting and growing as I teased him and ate all his sounds.
“I can blow you all over the house for two whole weeks.” Callum went to lower to his knees, but I stopped him.
“Wait. I want to try sucking you.”
His pupils flared in what I hoped was desire. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Callum’s teeth teased his bottom lip before he entwined his fingers with mine. “Let’s go!” And began dragging me toward my bedroom.
Another laugh started deep in my chest as we raced toward the bed, stripped each other out of our clothes, and again, I pressed a kiss to the scar on his chest.
“Are you gonna get on your knees for me or what?” There was a playful tone to his voice.
“So fucking bossy,” I joked. “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
One of his dark brows cocked. “Make me.”
Hunger seared through me. I took a step closer to him and gently pushed him toward the mattress.
“You can do better than that,” Callum taunted.
Yeah, yeah I could. My arms went around him. I lifted him, then dropped him on the bed. He bounced there and looked up at me, naked and gorgeous and mine.
Then he was lying down, his ass toward the edge of the mattress, his legs hanging over the side. Slowly, I knelt between his legs. He went to sit, but I put a palm on his chest and held him down. When I was sure he wasn’t going to move, I wrapped a hand around his cock. With my index finger, I swiped at the clear bead of precome at the tip and tasted it.
“Oh fuck, that was sexy. I can’t believe this is going to happen.”
A few months ago I would have thought the same thing, but now it felt inevitable.
Callum was a little longer than me, but not as thick. His balls were tighter, and his hair was shorter, neatly groomed. I leaned in, nerves tickling the base of my spine, but it wasn’t as powerful as the want. His scent was heady, masculine. I tested the waters, lashing my tongue over the head of his cock to taste his salty skin.
My eyes met his, Callum leaning up on his elbows, staring down at me. He looked drunk with lust, his blue eyes cloudy. I wanted to be good for him, wanted to make him lose his mind. My gaze didn’t leave his as I licked him, got used to what I was doing, as my tongue journeyed up and down his shaft.
His breathing picked up. “Can you, um…lick and suck my balls a little? I like that.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay.” I should have thought of that, but I did it then, and it was…different, but not bad, feeling the soft skin of his sac against my tongue, pulling his nuts into my mouth.
“Fuck…yeah…God, Knox. My dick now. Shit, I’m literally already trying not to come.”
I did as he said, using my hand to help as I stroked and sucked, tasted and teased, learned and enjoyed, sometimes gagged, and thought maybe I liked that a little too.
Each noise he made, each gasp and groan and whimper and plea, fueled me, made me want to give more, earn more from him until he was unraveling and couldn’t hold back.
“I love the way your beard feels on my inner thighs.”
I made sure to give him that too, rubbing my face against his pale skin, because giving Callum pleasure was the best sort of high.
His hands went into my hair, fisting it, tugging it. “Knox…fuck, baby. I’m gonna.” He was nearly thrashing around on the bed, his term of endearment filling my head. I kept sucking and jacking, and when he made this deep whimper, I knew from experience he was about to come.