I tugged him forwards into the small bathroom, snapped on the light, and locked the door behind us. On a second thought, I cranked on the fan timer too for background noise.
Callum peered at the dial. “An hour? Are you an optimist or just slow?”
“Shut up and come here.” I did what I’d wanted to before— shoved my fingers into his thick red hair and pulled him down for a kiss.
His mouth was even better than the last time, hot and eager and faintly flavored with coffee. He hauled me against him, his fingers digging into my shoulders, and I felt his dick growing hard against my stomach. That bulge was promising. He kissed me like I was the last donut in a box and he was starving, all tongue and lips and teeth.
I tightened my grip on his hair and grabbed his ass with my other hand.Hockey ass, thick and meaty, hallelujah.He grunted and thrust against me, driving me into the vanity, catching my gasp in his open mouth.
He broke the kiss to ask, “Okay?”
“Countertop’s pressing into my back.” I pivoted to put my shoulders against the wall. “Try that over here.”
His deep chuckle was filthy, and then he bent and took my mouth again, crowding me against the wall with his size and strength. A big toppy guy was my catnip, and I writhed under him. My dick pressed along his thick thigh, and I took advantage, humping his leg as he plundered me with his kiss. My body hummed, electric pleasure rising everywhere. Digging my fingers into his ass, I arched under him, relishing the weight of his chest against mine and the way he had me pinned.
When we paused to breathe, I asked, “What do you want? Because five more minutes of that and I’m coming in my jeans.”
In response, he eased back enough to get at my button and zip, and opened my fly, shoving my jeans down over my hips. As I fumbled to do the same to him, he shoved his hand down inside my boxer-briefs and wrapped hot fingers around my shaft.
I arched and grunted as he jacked me, then got control of my hands back, and wrenched his jeans open. His cock escaped from his briefs, long, cut, and pretty, the head deep red above the thick, veiny shaft. My ass clenched at the thought of him bending me over the counter and stuffing me full. But it was late, the kid was upstairs, and I got noisy when I was being fucked. Plus I was moments from going off like a rocket, just from the feel of his hands on me.
I pushed his briefs low. Trying to match his rhythm with my fingers, I craned my neck and found his mouth again, inviting him into another kiss. With one hand pumping my dick and the other behind my head holding me still, he plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth.I bet he’s a wonderfully vigorous fuck.I was impressed with his multitasking as I focused on staying on my feet, keeping up some kind of rhythm on his cock, and letting him do whatever he wanted to me.
What he wanted to do sent heat flashing across my skin and boiling up inside me. All I could feel were my dick and balls and my clenching asshole and the drive of his tongue. The rest of mybody floated in some dark space, unneeded, as my climax rose thick and hot. Callum was grunting now in time with his hand, and I gasped against his mouth.
Then orgasm hit me, a tidal wave of pleasure tipping me over into shuddering, clenching, spurting fireworks. I arched out of that kiss, thumping my head against the wall. My jizz spilled from Callum’s fingers and slicked his hand in wet, sloppy pulls as he forced jet after jet from me. I shook, groaned, and then slumped against him.
“Jesus. Wow. Enough.”
He gave a filthy chuckle against my ear and then let go. “Been saving it up? I’m gonna have to wash these jeans.”
“Things got busy.” I wouldn’t admit that I jerked off just two days ago, thinking of kissing him behind the bushes. “Sorry, not sorry.” I passed him a towel for his hand, then slid to my knees.
“Hey, you don’t have to.”
The tile was hard but his dick stood up so flushed and rigid I figured it wouldn’t take long. Although the first taste of him as I swiped a lick over his slit made me hope to have enough time to enjoy this. I pushed his briefs and jeans low under his ass and balls, then gripped his asscheeks and sucked that fat, red cockhead between my lips.
Callum groaned and leaned forwards, bracing a hand on the wall above me. I was caged by his thighs, and I liked that.
I sucked off him with a pop and said, “Fuck my mouth. I want you to.”
“I’m not small.”
“You’re awesome. I’m not a beginner.”
“Smack my thigh if you want to tap out.” Without further arguing, Callum set up a slow rhythm, thrust and withdraw, each push a little deeper into my mouth.
I relaxed my tongue and throat, held my jaw open, and accepted his fat length.
“Oh, fuck, you look good like that.”
When I rolled my eyes upwards, he was staring down at me as he fucked my face, his blue eyes shadowed with the light behind him, his lips parted. I moaned as he went deep, letting him feel the vibration.
He sped up, his thrusts rougher and less controlled. “Yeah, yeah, fuck. God.”
I choked and my eyes watered, but I didn’t pull back. I loved this, having a partner use my face, fill my mouth, while he lost control. His deep groans were music to my ears. The taste of him went bitter, stronger, and I was prepared when he gasped, “Coming.”
Closing my lips on him, I sucked hard and swallowed. Callum emptied himself in my mouth in a thick, bittersweet, satisfying rush. The way his ass bunched and shuddered under my hands was perfect applause. He gave me more than I could handle, but I kept swallowing while cum leaked out the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin.
