He pulled me flush against his own body, wrapped his hand around both of our cocks, and stroked them slowly. Calvin kissed me some more, nibbled on my bottom lip, and moved along my chin and jaw.
“I wanted to fuck you from the minute we met,” Calvin whispered.
I moaned quietly, pushing against his hand eagerly. “R-Really?”
“Really.” He kissed me again. “But I knew something was going on between you and Millett.”
“How did you know?”
“Because I didn’t buy his ‘friend’ bullshit. Not when you looked like a lover scorned.”
Jesus, had I looked that pissed at Neil the day I found the pig heart? But thinking about Neil in that moment of time wasn’t what I wanted.
“Faster,” I muttered, wrapping my arm around Calvin’s neck.
“Yeah, baby.” He kissed me and did as told, moving his hand with greater urgency.
I closed my eyes and focused on Calvin. The warmth and pressure of his hand, the fullness of his cock pressing against mine. The deep, urgent breaths that ghosted against my lips before I grabbed him in another long, exploring kiss. Calvin sped up, and my muscles tightened as I got closer.
“Cal?” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Would you let me fuck you, if I wanted it the other way?”
“Sure, sweetie.” He kissed me, tongue pressing against mine briefly.
God, it was that simple?
“Shit,” Calvin groaned. “I’m almost there.”
“On my stomach,” I said, gently tugging free and rolling onto my back. I pushed the blankets down and continued jerking myself.
Calvin sat up on his knees, moving onto either side of one of my legs. “God, look at you,” he said, half talking to himself. “You’re so fucking hot. Yeah, keep touching yourself.”
I think I would have been a lot more self-conscious with any other guy, feeling sort of stupid while he watched me get off, but Calvin was staring like it was the single greatest experience of his life and that—made me feel really attractive.
Like not an old man. But a sexy, young guy.
I wanted to be that for him.
I reached up and touched his firm stomach, fingers gripping his warm skin when everything tensed. I closed my eyes and moaned as I came, the wet and sticky aftermath making a mess on my body. I had barely finished stroking the last of my orgasm out when I felt another spurt hit me. I looked up, watching Calvin coming on me, his mouth swollen from kisses and eyes dark with lust.
“Fuck,” he groaned loudly as he finished, letting go of himself. “That face you make when you come,” he growled while leaning over to give me a hard, possessive kiss. “You’re going to keep me in an endless loop of screwing.”
“Do you hear me complaining?” I laughed.
Calvin moved, trailing his tongue down my sweaty chest before he started to lick my stomach clean. He lapped up every drop before sitting back with a content sigh.
“You like that?”
“The taste?”
“Yeah.”
He nodded. “Do you not want me to do that?”
I waved a hand lazily. “Oh no. I don’t mind.”
