“Would you?” I asked before nibbling Calvin’s earlobe.
He let out a groan and tightened his grip on my ass. “I need your cock. I need it stretching my hole—need to feel it all day tomorrow.”
“All day? I’ll do my best, but I’m thinking you’ll be out of luck by ten—maybe eleven.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Calvin murmured.
I swallowed and nodded. “All right.”
I leaned back to grab the lube and poured some on my fingers. Calvin stretched his legs apart and raised one to his chest, giving me complete access. I moved over him once again, kissing Calvin deep as I pressed my fingers in. I tried to emulate how he prepared me, tried to make it a pleasure all its own and not treat it like just a necessity. When he bucked and gasped against my lips, I found myself grinning.
“Found the on switch.”
“Jesus Christ,” Calvin swore. “God, more, Seb!”
“Don’t fill up on the appetizer.”
“This isn’t—fuck!” Calvin grabbed at me, gripping and caressing whatever he could reach.
I tried to spend another moment preparing, but the way that Calvin’s breathing had become erratic and the desperate way he tugged on his own cock made me stop. “Deep breath,” I said, stopping to open the condom wrapper.
“Shit. Come on. Hurry up.”
I glanced back at him, grinning. “Listen to you. My big strong knight.”
“You like hearing me beg?”
“I do,” I admitted.
I squirted more lube and rubbed myself slick. It was now or never. Positioning myself over Calvin, I nudged the head of my cock against his opening and pushed into the ring of muscle. The tight heat was incredible. His body hugged my dick, pulling it into itself and making me lose my breath.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Calvin murmured. He looked down between us as I thrust forward once. “Yeah… that’s right.”
“Is it okay?”
Calvin moaned in response, the noise he made sending a sharp thrill straight to my balls.
“Faster?”
“Faster.”
I grabbed both of Calvin’s hands next, sliding my fingers through his and raising his arms above his head. I held him there and started moving in earnest. The slap of my balls against his ass was hotter than I can say, and I gripped his hands painfully tight as wave after wave of pleasure threatened to rock me right out of the boat.
I could see why Calvin managed to dirty talk so well when he fucked me. When I bottomed—so to speak—it was so goddamn overwhelming, I was surprised I remembered to breathe half of the time. But on the giving end, I found myself able to think a bit more.
Not much, mind you. But enough.
And having Calvin underneath, writhing and panting and gasping for more of me… it boosted a strange sense of confidence. I wanted to please him through whatever means were necessary.
“You like having a cock up your ass?”
Calvin smiled wickedly at me. “Yeah, baby. I love your thick cock breaking me wide open.”
“Want me to come inside you?”
Calvin groaned loudly in response. “I want you to come on my chest.”
I let go of one of Calvin’s hands and wrapped it around his neck. “Ask sweetly.” I squeezed a bit and he gasped.
