I liked to think I gave a pretty good blowjob. Not great—I wasn’t the guy who could go the distance, so to speak—but I was still enthusiastic about what length Icouldget down my throat. And Calvin was always so verbal. I never once got the impression he was anything but appreciative. His grip on my hair, the heavy breathing and dirty, half-formed remarks about what he was going to do to my ass, it all had a way of convincing a guy he was some kind of sex god.
Demigod, maybe.
No, a hero.
Fuck, just a regular guy—but one who wasreallypassionate about the well-being of other men’s dicks.
I tilted my head in silent request and Calvin obediently let go. I made an obscene, wetpopping sound as I let up, wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, and said, “Fuck me.”
“This morning you said—”
“Forget what I said. I want you to fuck me.”
Maybe it was Calvin’s territoriality that’d given me some particular itch in need of scratching. Maybe it was seeing his freckled, gorgeously ripped, and carefully sculpted naked body that reminded me I should be so lucky as to be married to a guy who knew how to use every machine at a gym, and that kind of dedication should be celebrated. It might have been nothing more than I’d had his dick in my mouth. But in that moment, I wanted to be rode hard and put away wet.
I scooted backward on the mattress, making room for Calvin to follow. I wrapped an arm around his neck as he leaned over me and pulled him down into a brief but hot-as-hell make-out session. He let up long enough to open the cap on the lube, coat his fingers, and press into me—twisting and stretching in those little distinctive ways that Calvin had learned throughout our relationship made me especially frantic for more.
I moaned against his mouth, then gasped as he touched just right and set off a series of fireworks along every vertebra of my spine. “Jesus Christ.”
“You like that?”
“Y-yes!”
Calvin repeated the maneuver before leaning over to bite and suck my neck.
I bucked against him and grabbed his forearm. “Fuck—Cal, hang on. Slow down.”
He kissed the sting on my neck and whispered against my skin, “You’re already close?” Calvin did that little twist and push with his finger again.
I grabbed my own dick, gave it a squeeze, and took a slow and shaky breath to steady myself.
Calvin raised his head to kiss the side of my mouth. “What if I want to make you come like this?” He pumped slowly but consistently, his other hand brushing mine to free my cock. “I’ll watch you shoot all over yourself….” Calvin sped his hand up, and I made a whimpering sound that, had his fingers not been buried in my ass up to the knuckles, I might have been embarrassed by. “And then I’ll fuck you nice and good, baby.” He started sucking on my neck again.
Getting fingered within an inch of my life wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind when I’d initially riled Calvin up, but we did make a point of trying something a little different and changing the routine now and then, so that our sex stayed fun and was something to look forward to instead of putting off. Privately, I equated our long-term success to Calvin, who’d always been the more confident one in bed, but there was that one time we used a toy, andthathad been my idea. Even bought it in-person at a sex store, where I’d also accidentally knocked over a display of cock rings and, of course, now I can never go back, but at least I brought home the Butt Commander. Which was a stupid name, but Calvin stopped laughing once we’d tried it.
“Oh my God,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut as my entire body snapped and crackled with the energy of an impending orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Calvin took my wrists, pulled my arms above my head, and told me not to move them. I had a death grip on the sheets as he kept up the delicious, ruthless rhythm, before Calvin gave my ass a spank so hard, it sounded like glass cracking and I came without touching myself. My load wasn’t even cool before the head of Calvin’s cock was pressing in and a shudder of almost painful arousal coursed through me. He took his usual time and didn’t rush me, but the second I wrapped my legs around him, pressed my heels into his ass, and forced him closer, Calvin drilled into me like a man mining for diamonds. He leaned over and kissed me, pressing his tongue against mine, still pounding, the bedframe as loud as our grunts and moans. I snaked my arms through Calvin’s, dug my fingertips into his back, and whispered against his ear for him to finish inside me. And whatever brink he’d been teetering on fully collapsed and he was coming—the sheer force and pleasure of his orgasm against my own body managing to milk a bit more interest from my spent dick.
“Holy hell,” I said, staring at the ceiling.
Calvin raised his head from where he’d been breathing heavy against my neck. “I think some of what we just did is still illegal in this country.”
I tried for a laugh, but only managed an exhausted, sated chuckle. “Two fingers….”
“I’m very dexterous.”
“I’d like to see Radcliff do that.” I belatedly focused on the little crease between Calvin’s brows and hastily added, “I mean, not literally. It was supposed to suggest he wouldn’t get someone off with two fingers.”
Calvin gently eased out, shifted onto his side, and propped his head up to study me. “Radcliff was transferred to Homicide about eight months ago. We had several detectives retire since the new year—you knew that already.”
I nodded, because yes, crime numbers tended to visibly drop during the winter months—too cold for killing, you know? But the first quarter of this year had seemed like an exception to the norm, what with all the cases Calvin and Quinn had stacked on their desks, until Calvin finally had a righteous bitchfest over dinner one night, complaining about how several seasoned detectives took retirement at the same time and inundated their squad with both unsolved cases and the never-ending stream of incoming investigations. Homicide had been actively promoting (read: stealing) promising detectives from other squads and units since.
“He still doesn’t have a partner, so he’s been mostly regulated to deskwork while learning the ropes,” Calvin continued. “A number of the new detectives come to me for a fresh pair of eyes on casework. He happened to see a picture of you that I keep on my desk.”
“What’d he do, stroke one off in front of you?”
“He said you were handsome.”
