“You okay, sweetheart?” Calvin whispered, his voice a little shaky.
I nodded. “Sorry. Yeah.” After pausing to adjust to having my ass stretched to maximum capacity, I sat down the rest of the way. Calvin swore under his breath. My thighs were already shaking a little from the position, but I was just going to have to deal with it. I had my gorgeous boyfriend buried balls-deep in me. I wasn’t about to ruin that for an only slightly less cumbersome position.
Calvin ran his hands up my chest and down my arms. “You look so perfect right now. Come on. Let me watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”
I smiled, albeit awkwardly, and lifted. That pull up, the push down—it was an instinctive rhythm that even a dorky guy like me didn’t need to be taught. Every deep stroke of his dick felt like an ember was being lit in my belly. The erotic sound of sweat-slick skin meeting each time I sat was making my toes curl. Calvin held on to my hips and adjusted the way I came down, causing a zing of pleasure to nearly throw me off him. I only managed to half stifle the cry that tore out of my throat.
“Shh…. Come here,” Calvin whispered. He took my shoulders and guided me to lean over him, arms braced on either side of his head. He grabbed on to my ass, held me still, and lifted his hips to pound into me. “You’ve got such a sweet, tight ass.”
I dropped my head down beside his, panting and whimpering with every thrust. The sensation had morphed into what felt like an electric arc discharging across my entire body.
“Harder,” I gritted out.
“You sure?”
“Please,” I begged. “Please… don’t stop. Make me feel it.”
Calvin growled in my ear and slammed into me, giving exactly what I’d asked for.
“I want to come,” I said, moving to kiss Calvin.
“Yeah,” he said between kisses. “I want to see you get off with my cock still in your ass. Touch yourself, baby.”
I sat up a little, gripping the tile floor with my fingertips. I grabbed my dick with my other hand and jacked off while receiving the pounding of a lifetime. Just a little more. Nearly there.Almost. I wanted to close my eyes so I could pretend Calvin wasn’t totally absorbed in watching my gawky-self stumble to the finish line, but I didn’t.
Because there was nothing to hide from him.
“That’s right,” he said, managing to keep his voice relatively low. “You love my cock, don’t you?”
“Y-yes—Calvin! I love it so much. Please—pleasecome in my ass!”
My body was as taut as a rubber band just before it reached its breaking point. And then I was awash in utter delight—nothing but orgasmic bliss.
Cum dribbled down my fist. I stroked out the last of that high until I felt like I was about to black out. I let go of my hypersensitive cock, touched a fingertip to some of the splattering on Calvin’s abs, then slid it into his mouth. He sucked my finger hard and shuddered. Calvin’s thrusts faltered, he ground out a few smoking-hot expletives, and then he was coming.
I dropped down on top of him afterward, and Calvin wrapped his arms tight around my back. We were a sweaty, sticky mess of tangled limbs on the bathroom floor, and I could have died happy then and there.
Calvin gently stroked the back of my head. “That was incredible.”
“Tell me about it.” I raised my head and fixed my glasses.
He kissed me lightly. “What part of the sandwich am I?”
“Huh?”
“The peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Which am I?”
“Jelly, definitely,” I answered.
“You think I’m the sweet one?”
“I’m way too salty to be.”
Calvin smiled and petted my hair. “We really are better together.”
EVEN THOUGHhe’d been running on only a few hours of sleep pretty much every night this week, Calvin was an early riser. Granted, being squished onto a couch with me sprawled across his chest like deadweight probably hadn’t encouraged him to sleep in much. We were both up before my dad, taking turns showering and changing into the clothes I’d packed the night before.
I sat on the floor in Pop’s office, head tilted to the side to read the spines of the books on the bottom shelf of one of several bookshelves. The office had actually been my childhood bedroom, which when I moved out, I helped convert into something more useful for my dad. Of course, since his retirement from teaching, Pop was rarely in there for more than grabbing a book to read, storing holiday decorations, or hiding the ever-growing mass of dog toys currently out of rotation.
