Calvin took me for my word and pressed in until his balls touched my ass. Those moments with him made me feel like I was new to sex all over again. I wasn’t a virgin, of course not. I’d had three boyfriends and sex with each of them. The first, we’d both been inexperienced, so it wasn’t that good in retrospect. The second was better but too demanding of me. And Neil… let’s just say Neil and I had never had chemistry like what I was feeling with Calvin.
Every touch seemed to light a fire under my skin. His kisses were intoxicating, his taste something I found myself craving. He pressed his powerful frame against mine, pinning me into place. I loved being able to dig my fingers into his muscles, which only seemed to spur him on. He spoke rough to me, but was exceptionally mindful of my needs and well-being.
I’d never felt so cared for.
“Still okay?” he asked, voice gruff.
“Y-Yeah.”
His cock shoved in and out, the burning scrape so good, it made my toes curl. Calvin’s hips moved fast as he thrust into me. “Goddamn, Sebastian. You’re so fuckinggood,” he growled, pounding the last word in hard.
I cried out and arched my back, meeting each of his movements with my own half-assed attempts. “M-More! Calvin!”
“More?” Calvin repeated, a grin spreading across his face. “You’ve already got my whole cock, baby.” He stopped suddenly, remaining inside but motionless.
I looked at him and grabbed at his arms. “Don’t stop now!”
“Beg,” he ordered.
I was a little embarrassed, but the order was so sexy, just like with the blowjob. “I need it!” I moved my hands down to Calvin’s ass and squeezed hard.
He grunted but didn’t move. “You need what?” he asked instead.
“Calvin! Come on!”
He wrapped his big hand around my neck again, squeezing gently and making me groan. He repeated the question.
“I need you—to—to fuck me. Please, please, I’m so close!”
“Hungry for my cock?” he asked, lips ghosting over mine.
I moaned in response and pushed back against him again. “Yes, you’re so good, so big!”
He kissed me while reaching between us to stroke me. “Want to come with me inside you?” he murmured.
I bucked up into his hand while trying to move my hips against his at the same time. “Yes!”
And then Calvin was thrusting into me again, his mouth on mine. He stroked me in time with his movements. Every sensation, from his tongue to his cock, was overwhelming, and I barely had a chance to cry out before I started coming in his hand. He groaned and swore while burying his face into my neck, shoving into my clenching muscles.
“Yeah, you love this, don’t you? You love my cock.” Calvin groaned.
My body shook as I spent myself, and I wrapped my arms around Calvin’s neck. I could barely stand him inside me now, only because my nerves were so strung out on pleasure, but he was nearly there.
“Come inside me,” I moaned.
Calvin took the side of my face with one hand and kissed me again. His tongue faltered, and he muffled his voice against my mouth when he started coming. He was breathing heavy and kissing me much more gently before pulling his face away.
“You okay?” he whispered, stroking my cheek.
I smiled, looking at him through askew glasses. “I’m fantastic,” I clarified.
He laughed. “Good.” Calvin pulled out as he sat up. “One minute.” He rose and tugged off the condom while walking out of the room and into the bathroom.
I grabbed a few tissues from the box beside the bed to wipe myself clean. I tossed them into the wastebasket and set my glasses aside before getting comfortable. I was waiting for Calvin to come back, to climb into bed with me and fall into an exhausted, sated nap before reality dawned.
It was morning, and he had to work.
This was sex. No indication of anything more. He wasn’t going tocuddle.
