“I hope you thought to pack lube as well, because I’m not using a makeshift product that’ll inevitably not work and/or leave us smelling like peaches and daffodils,” he said.
“Luckily for you, my dad has neither peach- nor daffodil-scented lotion.” I gave him the condom and opened the cupboard under the sink. “I left a small bottle here from, like, a month ago.” I felt around for a minute before finding it still safely tucked away behind the neat little baskets Pop used to keep items organized. I held it up triumphantly.
“You’re insane,” Calvin said with an amused smile.
“Yeah. And horny as hell. So ditch the briefs.”
When both of us were naked, Calvin took the lube and indicated with a finger for me to turn around. He leaned me over the sink, pressed his body against the length of mine, and slid a wet, slippery finger between my asscheeks. I took a few deep breaths and consciously relaxed to accept the slow, deliberate ministrations.
Calvin kissed my spine. “Feel good?” he murmured.
“Y-yeah.”
“Spread your legs a bit more.”
I did as instructed and gasped when Calvin started pumping two fingers into me. Of all times to feel enthusiastic about offering up some dirty talk, of course it was the middle of the night at my father’s house. But whatever. Sexy whispers were nearly as good, right?
“I want your cock… please, Cal….”
His hand faltered for a brief second.
Yup, good enough for Calvin.
Calvin reached with his free hand to carefully wrap it around my throat. He pulled me back into a straight standing position with his fingers still pushing in and out of my ass. Calvin tightened his grip enough on my neck to make me gasp again. He looked at our reflections in the mirror above the sink.
“Say it again.”
I swallowed against the palm of his hand and met his gaze. “I want your cock,” I repeated, maybe quieter than before, but hey, at least I said it.
Calvin, who usually had to get me considerably further along in the exploration of an orgasm before I was willing to grit any words out, looked fucking beside himself with happiness.
He pulled his fingers free, took my hips with both hands, and rubbed his dick against the cleft of my ass. “This cock?”
I leaned my head back against his shoulder. “Yes….” I closed my eyes as Calvin kissed my neck and continued teasing my hole. It was now or never, I supposed. “Cal?”
“Hmm?”
“Would—will you spank me?”
He stopped moving completely. And for one second, embarrassment like I had never known threatened to swallow me whole. But Calvin took my chin and turned it enough to kiss me hard, leaving me breathless.
“Baby, I’d love to smack your ass until you can’t sit tomorrow without being reminded of me.”
I felt my entire body shudder in response.
“But I’m fairly certain that’ll wake the third occupant in this house.”
“Oh. Right.”Motherfu—
He smiled and caressed one asscheek. “When I get you home, though….” Calvin leaned close, bit my earlobe, and whispered, “I’ll spank you until it makes you come.”
Sweet Jesus.
Calvin gently let go of me, and I found I had to grab the sink to stay steady. I watched him take a moment to unwrap the condom and roll it over himself. He picked up the lube, moved to the towel, and got down on the floor. Calvin stroked a good amount of the liquid over his cock.
“Come here,” he said, shifting a bit on his back.
My knees gave their telltale old-man crack as I got down beside him. I climbed over Calvin, putting a leg on either side of his body. He gripped my ass tight, then spread my cheeks. I reached back, held the base of his cock, and eased myself onto the head. I sucked in a sharp breath—those first seconds, every time it was like, whoa now, was I sure about this? But Calvin always made it good. He kept still, let me find a comfortable pace, and instead focused on giving my own cock delicious, lazy strokes.
