I awoke to having shifted around in bed, pressed up against Calvin’s back with an arm around his waist. Minus the annoyance of having slept with my contacts in again, I sighed comfortably and curled up tighter against him. Calvin was awake. He pulled my arm up to his chest and covered my hand with his. I was cognizant enough to register my erection pressing against the curve of his ass.
I hoped he didn’t mind.
I usually preferred playing catcher, so to speak. I loved the overwhelming sensations that came with being fucked. I liked to submit a little, to have someone else take control and lead me along. That being said, I enjoyed the occasional switch in roles. It was healthy, I thought, but Neil had only let me do it once before putting his foot down.
I was horrified by the thought.Letme?
Calvin’s husky chuckle scattered the dark thoughts. “Sleep okay?” he murmured.
“Better than okay,” I said around a yawn.
“Always wake up like this?” He pressed back slightly.
“You can hardly blame me. Have you looked at yourself in a mirror recently?”
“Yes.” Calvin rolled over, his face close to mine. “Have you?”
“Yep. Old and gray, and I do mean that literally.”
“You’re thirty-three. Not old.” Calvin shook his head.
“You know way too much about me,” I replied. “How old are you?”
Calvin looked sheepish. “Forty-two.”
“Wow, really?”
“What?” he asked, sounding a bit defensive.
“No, no. I mean, wow, I can’t believe that. You look fantastic.”
“I’d like to be thirty-three again,” he countered.
“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
Calvin grumbled, cupped my face, and kissed me. “I should get going.”
“But look at me,” I said, glancing down meaningfully. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Am I supposed to take care of you every time you get hard?”
“It’d be nice. Can I put you on speed dial?”
Calvin laughed and kissed me again. “I don’t think I have time. I would hate to rush how good you are.”
The compliment made my cheeks heat up.
“How about I jerk us off together?” he asked, reaching down to wrap his hand briefly around me and tug.
I immediately pressed my hips forward into the touch. “I want that,” I whispered.
“Need me to put a condom on?”
I considered the question for a moment. He was so thoughtful in bed. I really didn’t know what to make of it. Were most guys like Calvin, or was I simply used to attracting the kind that didn’t care so much? I kissed him, putting a hand on the back of his head to deepen the touch.
“No?” he muttered against my mouth.
“No,” I agreed.
