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Joey

I glared at the sky, swearing out loud for ruining what was the beginning of a perfectly good first kiss.

The sky answered my curse with a loud rumble of thunder arcing from one side of the sky to the other.

Running his fingers through his already drenched hair, Callum threw his head back and roared with laughter. When he brought his eyes back to meet mine, they were filled with pure delight. “Come on, mo lus na gréine . We can’t stay here. Let’s head back.” He took my hand in his, tugged me to my feet, then started to run.

He was still laughing, and I couldn’t help but join him; the ridiculousness of our night finally catching up with me. My emotions were charged higher than I’d ever been, but I felt free . For the first time in an incredibly long time, I was having fun , even if I was shivering from getting soaked by the sudden downpour.

It only took us a few minutes to race back to my SUV. I unlocked the car remotely on our approach, and we dove in, immediately shutting the doors behind us. I looked out the windscreen and could barely see anything further than two feet in front of us. “Fuck. It’s c-coming down really hard, isn’t it?”

Callum stared out the passenger side window, then the back window. “I p-parked over there,” he said, pointing behind us before he frowned. “I think. C-can’t see shit out there at the m-moment.”

I giggled and swiveled in my seat to see where he was pointing, turning more towards him than I had been when I dove into the car. God, I was giggling . I couldn’t remember the last time I’d giggled. Laughed? Sure. Chuckled? Easy. Chortled? All the damn time. But giggling? I never giggled.

Being here, locked in my car with Callum while the heavens poured down around us, made giggling feel like it was the best, possibly only, response to what was essentially the epitome of a date gone absurdly wrong.

It certainly caused Callum to laugh again.

Feeling a cold shiver run through me, I reached for the scratchy wool blanket that I had lying on my back seat. “Sh-shake that out for me, p-please?” I asked him, handing the blanket to him before fidgeting with my keys to get the heat on. We wouldn’t be going anywhere with this rain, but at least we could try to warm up while we waited the storm out.

My hands were shaking so badly from the cold that it took me three attempts to get the heat started. When I cursed at slipping the second time, Callum reached over to steady my hand. He was shaking just as badly, but he braced his elbow against the dash to minimize the tremors.

Once the heat finally kicked in, he tugged me over to the passenger seat, settling me over his thick thighs in a straddle. He wrapped the blanket around me before tucking the edges in behind him. He wrapped my hands in his and rubbed them all together to get us warmed up quicker.

I felt a violent shiver run through him, enough for him to frown in concentration. Water continued to drip from the tendrils of his hair onto his drenched sweater. He was absolutely soaked to the bone, but his entire focus was on me and how to get me warmed up.

“C-Callum,” I stammered, watching him work. He let go of my hands and rubbed my upper arms, giving no indication that he’d heard me. I let my hands rest lightly on his chest. “H-hey. It’s o-okay.”

He grimaced, his lips thinning out. “G-gotta get you w-warm. You’re t-too w-wet.”

“S-so are y-you,” I pointed out. I let go of him and tried to wrench my jacket off. It wasn’t doing anything except keeping me wet. “O-off. C-clothes off.”

It didn’t take long for Callum to understand what I was trying to do. Even with the car filling with heat, it wouldn’t do us any good if we were still wearing clothes that were literally dripping with water. He helped me remove my sweater and shirt before re-wrapping the blanket around me and starting on his own clothes. I helped where I could, but mostly I was simply holding the blanket up against his shoulders so we could cocoon ourselves in as much warmth as possible.

As soon as his torso was clear of fabric, I burrowed into him, feeling his skin pebble against mine, my hands grasping one edge of the blanket surrounding us. He wrapped his shaking arms around me, trying hard not to dislodge the blanket as he rubbed his hands up and down my bare back.

Our pants were still on and still drenched, but with limited movement available to us in the front passenger seat of my car, we had no choice but to leave them on.

As much as my body was screaming at me to get them off so I could rut against him like a madman, there had to be a line drawn somewhere. Right?

“Tell m-me ab-bout what you’re s-studying,” Callum murmured, his hands still roaming my back. “D-distract us f-from the c-cold.”

I could finally feel the heat kicking in, but it was still going to take time for us to thaw out. “B-business m-management. Only s-studying it b-because Am-melia wanted us b-both to d-do it.”

Callum’s hands slowed for a moment as he took my words in. “Are y-you enjoying it?”

I snorted, a smile appearing on my face even though I still felt frozen. “N-no. B-but I d-don’t know w-what else to d-do. Th-thought I c-could k-keep studying until I f-figured it out.”

He hummed, nuzzling his cheek against the top of my head. “M-makes sense.”

“I d-don’t know how w-what I’m studying w-would f-fit into your work.” I shivered against him, still cold but thawing slowly. My skin held that cool dampness that wouldn’t completely go away until I had a bath or shower, but warmth had spread wherever my skin touched Callum’s. “I’m not m-magical like you and George.”

It was his turn to scoff. “We’re not m-magical.” His hands slowed once more.

Still burrowed into his neck, I turned my head up to look at him. “I d-don’t know. You f-feel pretty m-magical to me right n-now.”

He shifted in his seat. “Is that r-right?”

“Mm-hmm.” I squirmed in his lap, feeling his growing hardness under me. Seemed that even if we were half frozen, we continued to be horny bastards. With one hand, I reached up to cup his chin, drawing us closer so I could kiss him properly this time.

His eyes hooded as he slowly lowered his lips to mine, a tentative press to test the waters. I shuddered, but this time it wasn’t because of the cold. No, this was all about how Callum made me feel when the heat of our breaths mingled between us, the way his plush lips moved against mine, and the taste of red wine that still lingered from his meal.

I moaned, opening my mouth to his and letting my tongue delve between his lips in search of its partner. Shifting my position until I was properly straddling him, I let go of the blanket and grasped his shoulders instead. My hips rocked against his, our stiff cocks trapped in our pants, but still creating enough friction for the movement to be pleasurable.

Holding me tight around my waist with one hand and scratching his fingers against my scalp with the other, he pulled me close, so close a sheet of paper wouldn’t have been able to fit between us. He angled my head exactly where he wanted me and increased the pressure of his tongue against mine.

As I felt the blanket fall from my shoulders, I surrendered control to him, letting him lead this sensual dance between us. I writhed slowly against him, feeling his cock grow ever harder in his pants.

“Oh, fuck. I need—” I cut my words off on a groan, pulling back from him ever so slightly to pant. “I need—”

“What do you need, mo lus na gréine? ” He rested his forehead against mine, still rocking against me, gripping my hips to drive me down into his every thrust up. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“I need… more… ” I let go of his shoulders and scrambled at his button and zipper, my fingers still stiff from the cold. The noise of the unlocking metal tines filled the car, causing the desire to feel him against me with nothing between us to skyrocket.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he murmured, letting me go and reaching between us to help me undo my own pants. He opened my pants wide and carefully took my cock out with his icy fingers, pulling back a little when I hissed.

“C-cold…”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He lifted his hands, cupping them to puff his warm breath into his palms and fingers while I kept fumbling with his pants, pushing them down enough to make him lift his ass from the seat so they could sit mid-thigh. It was his turn to hiss when his bare skin met the cold leather seat.

Once he was positioned the way I wanted him, I settled back on top of him, and we both manipulated my boxer-briefs until they were sitting behind my balls. “Good enough.”

He hummed in agreement and placed his palms against my hips, guiding me up and down, back and forth, until we settled into a delectable rhythm.

I raised my hands to hold on to the headrest of the seat to give myself more leverage and then really started rocking against him. Panting, I let my forehead rest against his as we both watched our cocks slide against each other, our throbbing glans catching with every thrust.

But I still needed more .

Keeping one hand attached to the headrest, I grabbed at one of his much warmer hands that were still gripping my hip. “Jerk us. Please .”

He grunted, and as soon as fingers circled our cocks, I moved my hand back to the headrest, locking him into the seat as I moved on top of him. He swiped at our tips to gather the copious amount of pre-cum that was glistening there and smoothed it down our shafts.

“That’s it,” I murmured before I leaned in to kiss him again, my eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his fingers tightening around us both as they slid up and down steadily, drawing us ever closer to the finish line.

The hand that was still on my hip shifted around my waist and grabbed at my ass, his fingers digging into the muscle enough to leave bruises.

“Yes…” I nodded, letting go of the headrest to grab his wrist and force his hand beneath the material of my boxer-briefs so he could grasp at the globe of my ass. As soon as he figured out what I was trying to get him to do, he started kneading my ass, and I left him to it, going back to the headrest. When he dragged a finger along my crease to press against my rim, I moaned and collapsed against him. My body didn’t know what it wanted, to thrust into his grip or press back into his playful finger. I panted into his ear, and he panted into mine; our cheeks pressed together as we both rocked. “Holy fuck, I’m close.”

“Me too.” His finger tapped my rim, pressing just hard enough to make me feel him, but not hard enough to invade. “Come for me, mo lus na gréine . Come for me now.”

I thrust against him once, twice, three more times until finally I erupted against him with a groan. Callum quickly gathered the hot cum and used it as lube to extend my orgasm and tip himself over the edge after two more thrusts of his own. His hand gradually slowed until I hissed at the sensitivity. He chuckled and let go, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick the mixed cum from his palm, his eyes never leaving mine as his tongue flicked out again and again to taste us.

The heat in his still hooded eyes had my spent cock doing its best to rally, but it was too soon. I needed at least twenty more minutes before I could even think of going again. Shaking my head, it was my turn to chuckle before I leaned forward to kiss him, letting the flavor of our combined cum invade my tastebuds. I hummed when I realized how tasty we were together.

When he wrapped his arms tightly around me, I relaxed into him, letting my breathing settle. It was only then that I realized I couldn’t hear the thundering rain against the car anymore. Without moving my head, I flicked my eyes towards the nearest window, but I couldn’t see anything outside because of the steamed glass. “Sounds like the storm has passed.”

He hummed and nodded, rubbing his cheek against my head again like a cat. “Sounds like it.”

“Should we go?” I asked softly, not really wanting to move from his lap. I was way too comfortable.

He hummed again, slowly rubbing his hands over my back. “I think we can wait a bit.”

“Okay.” I snuggled into him more, knowing that there was nowhere else I wanted to be other than in his arms. “Sounds perfect.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” I felt him smile against my head before he kissed my hair and rested his cheek against me, holding me close and sighing contentedly. “So perfect.”