“It’s all right, baby,” Calvin murmured. “Keep sucking.”
So I did, and tried to put out of my mind that this was supposed to be awesome, christening-the-new-apartment sex, and that I’d ruined it.
“That’s it,” Calvin said, thrusting his cock deeper down my throat. “Such a sweet mouth.” He smoothed his big hands over my ass before smacking it again. “You look so pretty—that ass in the air….”
Calvin repeated the motion several more times, until my cheeks burned and stung and I was moaning and writhing on top of him. He grabbed on to my hips once more, guided me back enough so he could reach my dick, and took it into his mouth.
I let go of his cock with a wet pop, saliva glistening on his skin. Calvin was so fucking good at giving head—I wasn’t going to—!
“Cal!”
He slapped my ass one more time, and a bullet of fiery-hot passion ran from my toes to my balls before I came hard enough to see stars. I dropped back down, resting my forehead on his muscular thigh as Calvin milked my orgasm for all it was worth. His cock was huge and erect beside my face, pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat.
I shifted a bit, pulled myself free from Calvin’s mouth, and started sucking on the head of his dick in between desperate attempts to get enough oxygen to my brain.
“Ah, yeah…. You like that big cock, don’t you?” Calvin’s voice was getting hoarse. He dug his fingers into my stinging, sensitive asscheeks and thrust up into my mouth. “Fuck, your mouth is so good—shit—baby!”
The first spurt of salty cum landed on my tongue, the second dribbling down my fist after I pulled my mouth off. I stroked Calvin until his groans had subsided. Awkwardly getting off him, I collapsed sideways on the bed, shifted to my side, and stared at the rumpled pillows by the headboard.
Calvin moved about on the mattress, pressed up against my back, and kissed my shoulder a few times. “That was good,” he whispered. He reached his hand out for mine and threaded our fingers together.
“No, it wasn’t.”
He kissed my shoulder again. “I’ll stop talking during sex.”
“That’snotthe problem,” I said firmly. “I like when you—I like it. Seriously.”
Calvin waited.
“Never mind.”
“I love you,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“There’s nothing you say or do or need that’s going to be embarrassing.” Calvin pried his hand free from my death grip to stroke my hair briefly. “Having you truly enjoy yourself gets me off. I mean that.”
“All right,” I said, but my throat was weirdly tight and it came out more like a choked whisper.
The alarm clock started beeping.
Calvin climbed from the bed, turned the alarm off, and put on his dirty clothes from yesterday. “I’m going to take Dillon out.”
I nodded but didn’t get up until Calvin reached the stairs and started down. “Calvin?”
He paused and looked over his shoulder.
“I love you too.”
He was too far away to make out clearly, but I was pretty sure he smiled.
“I’ll be right back.”
I sat there, naked and still, until I heard the front door close. “I love you,” I said again, louder. “And I’m sorry for the lackluster performances.” I stared at the floor as I came to the sad realization that what was really causing the self-doubt was the fact we’d moved in together. I’d moved in with Neil, after all, and that relationship had become a beautiful tragedy almost overnight. What if—? I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed the heels of my hands against them.
No. I deserved better than to think what we had wasn’t strong enough to achieve a Happily Ever After.Calvindeserved better.
I climbed off the bed, grabbed my glasses, and went to the bathroom. I left them on the counter, got into the shower, and let the room get warm and steamy as I tried to scrub myself clean of sweat and dirt and fear and copious amounts of insecurity. There were more pressing matters that morning—namely my unknown attacker, the story behind the Kinetoscope footage, and the fact that the Emporium was closedagaindue to a mystery.
