“Can you stop being gorgeous?” I asked. “For like—ten seconds. Hold on.” I closed my eyes and reached down to give my dick a firmdon’t misfiresqueeze.
Calvin chuckled. His voice was so deep and beautiful that a conversation about toothpaste usually left my gut doing somersaults. Imagine how my balls felt when he was actuallytryingto be sexy?
“No talking either,” I added before taking a deep breath.
The mattress shifted, and when I opened my eyes again, Calvin was entirely naked.
Fuck. I’d been looking forward to getting him in bed since yesterday. I was so amped up now, I wasn’t going to last.
“I’m going to beat the alarm clock,” I stated.
“That’s all right.” Calvin tapped my hips and pulled my pajamas off when I raised them.
“All the self-control of a teenager with their first dirty magazine. Flip right to the centerfold.”
Calvin leaned over me. “My first wasBlueboyand I spent on the cover.”
“I hadPlaygirlhand-me-downs from onetime handjob buddy, Ethan Cohen.”
“Yikes.”
“Tell me about it. Some of those pages were stuck together. Man of the Month for February tore.”
“Are you sufficiently distracted?” Calvin asked after a beat.
“What? Oh—oh yeah. I’m good.”
He smiled and lay on his back. “Come up here.”
Sometimes getting into positions necessary for letting someone put their mouth in interesting areas wasn’t so much a game of sexy Twister, but one of “oops, sorry,” “closer,” and “ouch, fuck—no, I’m fine.” In past relationships, I’d always felt embarrassed in those moments. I still did. But… less so, I guess. Sometimes. My subtle growth in self-confidence had been warring with my tendency to self-deprecate as of late.
It made being me more stressful than usual.
But then Calvin was underneath me, running his powerful hands up and down my asscheeks while sucking on the head of my cock, and I was stretched out across his body, holding his impressive girth in one hand and eyeing his dick like it was a first-place trophy in a competition I hadn’t expected to even place in. There wasn’t any room left for thinky-thoughts at that point.
I flattened my tongue and dragged it up the length and over the head of Calvin’s cock. I wrapped my mouth around it, pumping the base in one hand and stroking his balls with the other. Calvin flexed and gently thrust his hips upward, groaning all the while. The sensation vibrated along my own cock, andgoddamndid it feel so good….
Calvin dug his blunt fingertips into my ass, hard enough to make me whimper, then smacked both cheeks.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out when his dick slipped free from my mouth. “C-Cal!”
Don’t stop, don’t stop—don’t make me say it.
He let up on me, took a breath, and asked, “Again?”
I leaned my head against his thigh and nodded vigorously.
Calvin gripped both cheeks. “Ask for it,” he ordered.
The reason I’d even suggested this convoluted position in which there was a cock in both mouths was so I didn’thaveto speak. Hell, the only reason I tried sexy talk at all was because Calvin got off on it, and love was a two-way street. But even the promise of a delicious orgasm wasn’t enough for me. I needed to be drunk in order to pull out the dirty words right now. And seeing how it wasn’t even seven o’clock….
Damn it. Ihadbeen getting better at all of this. I’d gotten more confident in asking for what I wanted during sex because itwasn’tsomething to be embarrassed by, and I had a partner who enjoyed it as much as I did. I hated that I was doubting myself so much lately.
And yesterday’s events certainly weren’t helping.
I swear I was a man of simple needs. All I wanted was to be able to say “please spank me” without having an existential crisis over it.
I opened my mouth to speak—but just couldn’t. I was a mess.
