I heard an embarrassing moan escape my throat.
“You okay?” Calvin whispered.
“Fine. Apparently just in dire need.”
“Your father is coming back soon.”
“Don’t care.” I sat up, kissing Calvin again as I moved to sit on his lap, a knee on either side of his hips.
Calvin groaned against my mouth, his hands running down my back. They stopped at my jeans, and he slipped his fingers in, groping what he could reach.
“Cal,” I said, nipping his lip and moving to kiss along his jaw and down his neck.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want it the other way.”
He growled playfully and brought his hands around to knead me through the denim. “You wantwhatthe other way?”
“Don’t tease.”
“You like being teased.”
I leaned over to kiss him hard. “I want to fuck you.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, nodding. “I want that. I’ve been waiting for you to bury your cock in me.”
It wasn’t something I did very much of—and with Neil, all of one time—but every once in a while, I was feeling extra frisky. Calvin had such a perfect ass too. Freckled and muscular and begging to be fucked.
“You should have asked,” I said, pressing my forehead to his.
Calvin reached under my shirt and trailed his blunt fingertips along my heated skin. “I like it when you’re confident in what you want. It’s a turn-on.”
“Everything about you turns me on,” I countered.
Maggie barked from outside the apartment door.
Calvin turned his head and took his hands off me. “Rain check.”
“Christ, I need my own place again.” I rolled off his lap and sprawled out across the couch. I glanced down, my hard-on not getting the message that playtime was over, and I hastily tugged a nearby blanket from the other night over me.
“Now it’s more obvious,” Calvin pointed out.
“Shh….”
The front door opened, and Maggie and Pop came back inside.
Pop took the leash off Maggie. “How’s everything?”
“Good.” I tilted my head back to see him staring curiously while removing his coat. “What?”
“Why do you have the blanket over your lap?Oh.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned.
“Not on my couch,” Pop said sternly.
“We didn’t do anything on the couch, Dad!”
