Page 28 of Out in the Surf

Cal growled in frustration. Totally understandable. Our alignment was off by a few inches. And unlike him, I wore jeans. I was hard and getting harder by the moment, but my package was trapped. I ached all over. And though I wanted nothing more than to jump up and get naked, knowing he was in the same predicament did something for me.

He threaded the leather strap from my belt through a loop, then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

“Let’s try something else. Stand up, get naked,” he commanded abruptly.

I obeyed. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my boxer briefs, glancing toward the window at the sound of traffic below. “Your shades are open. Someone might see. I’m not shy, but—where are you going?”

Cal jumped up, pulling his T-shirt over his head. He tugged at the Velcro on his shorts and let them fall just as he reached his bedroom door. Then he struck a pose with one hand on his hip and the other on his dick.

“What are you waiting for?”

I had no idea.

I practically stumbled over my own two feet, stripping along the way. I kicked off my flip-flops, threw my tee haphazardly, and pushed my jeans lower, hopping on one foot like an injured kangaroo. Cal chuckled at my antics as he stroked himself lazily. I had to look like an idiot, but I didn’t give a fuck.

Need and desire sparked an inferno of lust. I pulled my jeans off and barreled into him, slamming my mouth over his as I flattened him against the door. We made out in a passionate fury, sucking and nipping at lips and skin. I bit his shoulder as I raked my nails along his sides and clutched his ass, humping in a manic quest for friction. Cal tipped his chin back, humming when I licked the column of his throat.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I grunted, slipping my fingers between the tight press of our bodies to wrap my hand around both of our cocks. I smeared our combined precum to use as lube then stroked us…sweet and slow. “I want this. Are you gonna give it to me?”

He stuck his tongue down my throat and tilted his hips in response, panting when he pulled away for air. “Bed.”

Cal peeled himself from the door and walked me backward, sucking my lips as we shuffled toward his unmade bed, unwilling to be separated for even a few seconds. We’d been here before. The past month or so had been all about nonstop BJs and hand-job exchanges. Any initial reticence Cal might have felt about being naked with a dude was long gone. Sure, he’d been careful and cautious in the beginning, but not anymore.

He pushed me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me, covering my body as he ravished me with hungry, carnal kisses. He had to know I was more than happy to be under him. But in case he needed assurance, I wrapped him in an octopus hold—my arms draped over his neck, my legs over his ass. We groaned aloud at the first delicious slide of friction.

Cal thrust and grunted, upping the tempo with abandon. I tilted my hips, hoping to feel his cock slide against my crease.

And there it was.

“Oh, fuck. That’s good,” I moaned.

“So good,” he agreed, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss.

Just when I thought I was in danger of coming, Cal’s dick nudged my hole.

We froze with our foreheads touching. I felt his breath on my lips as a drop of sweat fell from his brow onto mine.

“I think you should fuck me,” I rasped.

“Yes.” His nostrils flared. “Don’t move.”

Cal climbed off me. I immediately missed the weight of him, but the sound of a drawer opening and a condom wrapper tearing sent a thrill along my spine. Don’t ask me why. I should have been nervous as fuck. I hadn’t been on the receiving end in a while.

But I wanted this.

And I loved knowing he felt the same way.

He rolled the condom on and reached for the lube, pouring some on his palm before handing the bottle to me. I massaged my hole with slick fingers then slipped a single digit inside, wincing at the stretch.

“This might take a minute.”

Cal scooted between my thighs. “Can I do something? Do you want me to…you know.”

“Finger me?” I offered. “Sure, but add more lube and go slow.”

He did as instructed, easing his middle finger inside me. “You’re hot…and tight. Fuck, I’m not gonna last.”

“Geez, and I’m wondering if you’re gonna fit. You’re fucking huge.”