by C. S. Poe
“Yeah.”
“Promise to tell me if you need to stop?”
“I promise,” I answered.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he walked us back toward the bedroom door. Calvin’s hand was under my shirt and pinching a nipple while I yanked his tie loose. A trail of clothes soon led into the dim room.
“Is your head okay?” Calvin asked again.
“Okay,” I confirmed breathlessly.
“Can I fuck you?” Calvin asked quietly between kisses.
What a goddamn gentleman. “Yes,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”
Once I was naked, Calvin helped me down onto the bed and finished tugging off his unbuckled trousers. His massive cock jumped to attention as it was freed, and I was both thrilled and intimidated. Definitely bigger and thicker than Neil. Fully naked himself, Calvin climbed onto the bed and leaned over me, his muscled frame pushing me down into the mattress.
He was so hot, so unbelievably sexy.
Calvin kissed me and briefly rolled his hips against mine. A shudder went through my body as our erections touched and rubbed. “Yeah, you like that, baby?” he whispered.
“Yes! Cal, please.”
“Please what?” he murmured before kissing gently along my neck.
“Please fuck me!”
He bit my chest, and I bucked up against him. “I will,” he promised. Calvin reached down to stroke me slowly, teasingly. “I’m going to shove every inch of myself into that perfect ass of yours. You want that?”
My mind was trying to stay afloat during a hurricane. Yes, I wanted that! All of it, every little bit of Calvin I wanted inside me. I wanted him to stretch me and fill me in ways I never had been. I wanted him to keep talking, to keep saying all of these dirty things to me because I found it to be an incredible turn-on that I had always been embarrassed to ask for.
Calvin was either psychic or a gifted sex partner.
He nuzzled his nose briefly against mine. “You like being talked to this way, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“I thought so.” He kissed me once again and gave my cock another few tugs. “Where’s your lube?”
He sat back as I moved to the side of the bed to rummage around briefly in the nightstand. I handed over the small bottle and a condom. “Condom or no sex,” I said firmly.
“Of course, a condom, baby. Don’t worry.” Calvin took the lube in one hand and wrapped his other around my neck. He squeezed lightly, just enough to make me gasp as he kissed me. “Raise your legs up.”
“Do you want me on my stomach?”
“No. You need to take it easy, and I want to see your face.”
If it were possible to be harder than I was, I managed it.
I moved my legs as told, holding my knees.
Calvin smiled widely and stroked himself briefly. “Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful.” He squirted some lube onto his fingers and reached down to press the first into me. He thrust his finger in and out gently, grinning when I groaned. “Look at you, getting so worked up over a finger.” He added another and began to stretch me with extreme care and precision.
“Oh God. Cal, please… don’t stop.”
He kissed me again, finger searching until it found the spot that made me buck. Calvin laughed quietly. “Like that?” He pressed again a few more times, reducing me to a quivering mess.
After having spent longer than I was used to being prepared—not that I’m complaining, because fingers have never felt so good—Calvin tore open the condom and tugged it down over himself.
“Does that fit you?”
He chuckled. “What a compliment. Yeah, of course.” He squirted more lube and got himself slick before taking my hips and lining up. He pressed the head of his cock against me and pushed slowly.
Calvin took a lot more time to make sure I was ready, and I found myself oddly touched. Neil had a tendency to rush, to make it a task instead of pleasure. Sometimes it wasn’t great for me, and sex ended up being uncomfortable, but Calvin had made it feel good from the start.
Really good. And he seemed to have enjoyed doing that for me.
But even still, he was bigger than what I was accustomed to, and the head of his cock was enormous. I shook as he pushed against the ring of muscles, groaning as he filled me. I wanted—loved—rough sex, but this part needed to be gentle. As fast and as frantic as I desired to be fucked, the initial moments I had to have slow.
Calvin read that request from my body language. He leaned over me, pressing our foreheads together as he paused to let me adjust. He leaned on his forearms on either side of my chest. He kissed my lips, cheeks, nose, and down my neck.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
I nodded and let out a breath. “Y-Yeah.”
“Want me to move again?”
I gripped his biceps hard. “Just a little slow,” I said with a shaky voice.
Calvin gently thrust forward, easing a bit more of himself into me. I knew he wanted to move, but God, his patience was that of a saint as he calmly waited for my grip on his arms to loosen.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Sebastian.”
“Good?” I asked.
He laughed quietly and kissed me again. “So good. So tight.”
I carefully wrapped my legs around Calvin’s hips, urging him forward. “You can move more.”
“Sure?”
I nodded.
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 fucking good,” 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 to cuddle.
“How does your head feel?” Calvin asked, walking back into the bedroom.
“Which one?”
“Ha-ha.”
I laughed and tilted my head to look in his direction. “Blood is leaving one in favor of another. I’m good.”
“Move over.”
“You’re staying?” I asked in surprise.
Calvin paused as he started to pull the blankets back. “Should I go?” he asked.
“N-No, I just figured you had places to be.”
He grunted and got into bed, stretched out beside me, and draped an arm across my chest. After a minute of shifting about to get comfortable, Calvin once again used my chest as a pillow and snaked a leg between mine. I liked this, liked him finding relief in my arms. I ran one hand down his side and hip to his thigh, where I felt the skin texture change.
Scar tissue, maybe?
Calvin hummed sleepily. “Bullet,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“I was shot there.”
“In the Army?”
He nodded against me. “Missed my femoral artery just barely.”
“Jesus,” I whispered. “But you were shot twice, weren’t you?”
He tilted his head up, staring at me. “Yes,” he said after a pause. He took my hand, moved it to his shoulder, and pressed a finger against a spot. “Not as bad as the leg.”
“Were you scared?”
“I really don’t like talking about my time in the military, Sebastian.” It wasn’t rude or angry, the way he spoke, but it was wary. Tired, almost.
“Sorry.” I had to hold the questions at bay.
Calvin put his head back down.
I closed my eyes, losing myself in the gentle touches against my body that Calvin made with his firm, callused hands. “Is Beth okay?” I murmured at length.
“Beth Harrison?” Calvin sounded half-asleep.
“Yeah, bookshop Beth.”
“She’s fine. No one was in the store when it was broken into.”
“Was anything stolen?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t believe so,” Calvin replied. He pinched my nipple, and I felt him grin against my chest when I yelped. “Go to sleep.”
“Yes, Officer.”
“Smartass.”
I SLEPT harder than I ever remembered doing. I guess a concussion coupled with the fiercest sex you’ve had in years will knock you out a good few hours. Or half of the day. I had no idea what time it was, what day it was, and I was really, perfectly okay with that.
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. Let me?
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.
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.”
Calvin smiled. “You want to suck me next time?”
“God yes, but please don’t tease me now,” I murmured. “I don’t know if I can manage a third round.”
He laughed again in that airy, carefree manner that one often has after fantastic orgasms. “I really have to go now.” Calvin climbed off the bed and started gathering his clothes and dressing.
I rolled onto my stomach, watching him tug his trousers back on and button his shirt. “Thank you,” I said at length.
