I yanked the covers down because that bedspread had been Grandma’s, but the sheets would wash. Or towels. I spread mine over the sheet, then moved onto the mattress, hands and knees planted. I wanted to get messy and filthy and be made to come all over the place. “Go for it.”
“How romantic.”
“We’re not romantic,” I reminded him.
“I know. It was a joke.” He came to my side, bent and kissed me, then climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt his long fingers on my ass, kneading, then spreading me. “Hell, yeah. Been thinking about this.”
“How long?”
He gave an odd laugh, so I said, “What?”
“I never told you, but I had a major crush on you in high school.”
“Seriously?” I craned over my shoulder to look at him. “You must’ve been what, fourteen?”
“Something like that.” He bent and sucked hard on my shoulder, till I imagined there’d be a hickey. “’Course, I didn’t know enough to dream about getting my cock in this pretty ass.” He gave my ass cheek a sharp smack that stung, then heated, and I moaned. “Yeah. More like kissing you behind the bushes, jerking off together if I was thinking big. Lack of imagination.”
I laughed, because he’d done that bushes kiss now, but when he ran a finger down my crack, my laughter turned to a gasp.
“Right here.” He rubbed a dry fingertip over my hole. “Gonna fuck you good.”
The lube bottle clicked, and then a slippery wet finger pressed into me. I sighed and relaxed to take the intrusion, my ass sensitive and eager after so long. “Yeah. Do it.”
Callum pushed deeper, then pulled out and came back with two fingers. Clearly not his first time. He found my prostate quickly, rubbing and tapping, dragging grunts and moans from me. My dick was already iron-hard and dripping. I rocked back onto his hand, silently asking for more. He chuckled, low and filthy, and spread those long fingers, stretching me.
By the time he was done with prep, I was ready to beg, if my words hadn’t vanished in a whirl of need and hunger that kept me gasping and squirming. Callum wiped his fingers on the towel, then I heard the slurp as he slicked his condom up. He gripped my hip with one hand and his big, blunt cockhead pressed against me, sending prickling heat through my ass.
I breathed and bore down and took him in. It’d been a long time, too long.So good.I sank into the perfect, stretchy, achy fullness as Callum worked me open, rocking his hips against me, pushing ever deeper. I felt the tickle as his pubes brushed my ass and we groaned together.
“God, yeah.” Callum eased back, then slid home with enough force to make me grunt.
“Hard,” I begged. “Make me feel it.”
He didn’t ask if I was sure, just took hold of my hips in both hands and began fucking me, slow and deep and powerfully, each pull back a sparking drag inside me, each thrust an aching impact that stole my breath. I arched under him, chasing more, chasing harder. Sweat dripped down my nose and I panted, my mouth open, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Yeah, good, so good.” Callum paused, deep in me, and I whined. “Shh, like this. Sit back on me.” He eased me up and into his lap, my legs straddled wide across his incredible thighs, his big dick impaling me. “Can you come like this?” He moved a hand to my cock, stroking me dry while I whimpered and panted, writhing on him, grinding down against him. “Or.” Hefumbled, then his hand came back wet and slick with lube. “Better, yeah.”
The slurping squelch of his big hand pumping my dick echoed over my panting breaths. My cock was on fire, my balls so hard they wanted to burst, my ass full, my prostate sparking under the pressure. He flexed, driving up inside of me in short thrusts as he jacked me. Then he bit the side of my neck.
Iscreamedand came, climax exploding out of me in a white-hot release. Cum spurted between his fingers. My whole body shook so hard I almost fell over. Only Callum’s sudden grab, his arm an iron bar around my chest, kept me upright.
Callum muttered, “Fuck! I need… I need…”
“Go for it,” I gasped, still blind and shaking. Whatever he needed was fine.
He shoved me face down, then blanketed my back, sliding my knee up and driving back inside me. A few fast, hard shoves of his dick deeper in me than ever, then he groaned against my ear. I shivered, aftershocks racking me, as he slumped, pinning me to the bed with his weight.
In the sweaty aftermath, with my breath dry in my throat and my pulse still beating till I could feel each throb, the rest of the world didn’t exist. I was a lump of wrung-out, fading-sparkler, man-flesh, his heavy body sinking me into the mattress. The smell of sweat and spunk filled my nose, the terrycloth cushioned my cheek. I didn’t need to move. I didn’t need to think. I could just be.
Eventually, Callum murmured, “Fuck, yeah,” against my neck. He shifted and his weight came off my back. I could breathe easier, but I missed that immobilizing warmth. Then Callum reached down, and I felt his fingers brush my hole, no doubt holding the condom before he eased out of me.
The loss of him stung, but I didn’t make a sound. It was nothing, a pinprick, to my blissed-out body. I breathed throughthe tug and twinge and the ache that followed. Part of the game. More than worth it, to feel like I was caught in warm syrup, every muscle so relaxed I couldn’t move if I wanted to. The echoes of pleasure slowly faded, but I was happy.
Callum shifted around, cool air hitting my back and chest as he moved. Then he stretched out at my side.
I cracked one eye open and looked at him. His blue eyes were surprisingly close, peering at me.
“Good?” he asked.
