Page 26 of The Deviation
Emboldened by his words, I stroke him a few more times, before moving on to the real reason I’m so eager to be down here. Licking my lips, I lean in and take the head into my mouth. Our simultaneous groans mingle in the otherwise silent room. I continue to stroke the base of his erection with a firm hand while my mouth plays. Lapping, sucking, teasing his slit with the tip of a pointed tongue.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I never thought I’d be here. I never thought I’d have the chance to do this.
With an ecstatic moan, I sink deeper. Calum’s length fills my mouth, it prods at the back of my throat, and my eyes roll back in my head as I tongue him all over. The sounds he makes areshockingly erotic. The slow roll of his hips, the tangle of his fingers in my hair. Every move, every moan, propels me on. Drawing him as deep into my mouth as I can manage, I seal my lips around him and suck hard on the withdraw.
Calum cries out, his body shuddering before he pulls free of my mouth and wraps a hand tight around his base. When he urges me upwards, I grunt in disapproval but get to my feet anyway.
His arms wrap around me, and he buries his face in the curve of my neck. “Your mouth is insane.” His breath is hot and fast. “I don’t want to come too soon.”
“Can’t stop touching you.” The restless grinding of my hips and wandering of my hands make my words superfluous but I give them to him, anyway. I’ll give him anything, as long as he doesn’t stop. “Need you so badly.”
“I want to touch you, too.” His mouth slants across mine and the whispered words spill across my lips. “I want to taste you.” A drawn-out whimper is the only response I can muster, but it brings a lusty grin to his face. “Where’s the bedroom?”
Taking him by the hand, I drag him around the couch, down a short hallway, and through an open door. Clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor. I was too hyped up on fury and anticipation to give a shit where my clothes landed earlier tonight. But at least the bed is made.
We strip naked in a rushed silence, grinning at each other like a couple of lust-addled fools.
Calum is still toeing out of his boots when he pushes me backwards onto the bed. I scoot into the centre while he snatches off his socks. “Lube?” he asks.
“Top drawer.” I gesture to the bedside table.
Calum snaps on the small lamp, casting the room in the dim warmth of light and shadow. He finds the small bottle in the drawer and tosses it onto the bed before joining me.
Leaning down, he licks a short, wet line along the inside of my knee. Tiny jolts of lightning zing beneath the skin, arcing upwards towards my straining dick. The next lick teases my inner thigh and my legs part further in encouragement.
When he takes my left nut into his mouth, I damned near howl in pleasure. My calloused fingers sink into the thickness of his hair as he lavishes my right nut with the same level of care before engulfing my length in his hot mouth like he’s planning to swallow it whole.
My entire body draws tight, back arching, head thrown back. The sound erupting from my throat is embarrassingly wanton and unnecessarily loud.
With a satisfied hum, Calum eases off my aching dick and rises to hover over me on straight arms. “The sounds you make blow my mind. So hot.”
“More,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around his neck and urging him closer. “Down.”
He lowers his body on top of me, his weight pushing me into the mattress. “Too heavy?” he asks with lifted eyebrows.
My eyes slide closed as I shake my head. “Perfect.” Taking his firm arse cheeks in my hand, I roll my hips, thrusting our dicks together. With a low groan, Calum follows my lead.
Every inch of me is on fire for him. My mind is full of him. I can’t get enough.
“I’ve dreamed of you like this, Johnny.” Calum’s words are a balm on my lips between kisses.
I smile and he licks at the corners of my grin before diving back between my lips. “How often?” I ask, desperate to know I haven’t spent these last two months alone in my suffering.
“Every night.” He reaches for the lube. “Every day.” One slick hand reaches between our bodies to curl around both of us. The sounds we make merge and mingle as our foreheads press together. “Every minute in between.”
“I’ve dreamed of you, too,” I whisper as we move together at an ever-quickening pace. “I wanted to know… I wanted…”
My hips buck harder and Calum gasps. “Tell me, Johnny. What do you want?”
I open my eyes to look at him. “I want to know what it feels like to fuck you.” The words are barely audible. A wish thrown atop an exhale.
Calum stills, his body trembling, his fingers gripping us tight but no longer moving. His head drops into the curve of my neck with a strangled groan.
“Calum?” Did I say the wrong thing? Is he strictly a top? Have I ruined our night together?
His head turns until hot breath rushes against the shell of my ear. “Say it again.”
Sighing out a relieved laugh, I grip his ginger hair in one hand, tugging until he lifts to look into my eyes. “I want to fuck you in the arse until you’re humping my bed and coming all over the sheets.” I take a shuddering breath as I wait for him to respond. “Can I?”