Page 27 of The Deviation
“Yeah.” His smile is sunshine bright. “You can have me anyway you want.”
My heart threatens to burst out of my chest, until a thought occurs to me. “Oh shit, I don’t have any condoms.” I’d meant to buy some, for all the gay sex I’d planned to have—eventually. The idea of it actually happening has seemed too surreal, until Calum knocked on my door.
“It’s okay.” Calum scrambles off the bed to search through his clothes and pulls a foil packet from his wallet. “I’ve got you covered. Literally,” he finishes with a wink.
Snorting in amusement, I take the condom with one hand and guide him back onto the bed with the other. He turns over onto his hands and knees, his legs spread, and I clamber into a kneeling position behind him. My breath catches. This ishow I’ve pictured him. Naked. Needy. Arse up and waiting to be filled. I take a moment to run my hands over his back and legs, before allowing my focus to lower to the puckered opening between his arse cheeks.
One hand drifts in that direction, until my middle finger brushes lightly over his hole. He gasps and the muscles there clench and release. I do it again, and again, watching him quiver in tiny spasms of longing. Fascinated by his responses, I try to insert a finger.
His arse tilts towards me but his muttered, “Lube,” makes me freeze.
“Shit, sorry.” I grab the bottle and apply a liberal amount to one hand before trying again. My index finger slides into him all the way to the second knuckle, and he clamps down around it with a sharp cry. Holy hell, he’s tight. Even the thought of him wrapped around my dick has me on the edge of coming.
I try my thumb this time, sliding it in and out of him, my gaze riveted to that one spot connecting us. Calum lowers his head and chest to the mattress, fucking back onto my finger with slow, rocking movements. “Calum,” I breathe hoarsely. “So hot.”
Snapping up the bottle with my free hand, I manage to awkwardly spill lube out onto my palm before reaching around to grasp his hard length. Drunk on his reactions, I work him over with both hands. Jerking his dick, fingering his arse. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. It’s like he said the night we met. This one hit will ruin me for life.
“Johnny.” His voice is strained, his body quaking. “You promised to fuck me.”
A wicked grin spreads over my face. “One second. I want to try something.” I curl the fingers I have buried inside him until his body goes rigid and he keens loudly. “That’s it,” I mutter under my breath. “Found it.”
Satisfied, I withdraw my fingers and rush to put on the condom. It takes longer than I would like. It’s been a really freaking long time since I’ve had reason to use one.
The moment I’m sheathed, I add final lashes of lubricant to myself and Calum before moving into position. Unable to resist any longer, I push against the tight ring of muscles until the head of my dick sinks inside of him. His grunt of satisfaction sends me deeper on the second thrust. Ripples of pleasure shudder through me on the third and this is the way I could lose my fucking mind.
“Yes,” Calum shouts, jerking backwards to meet every thrust. “Take me.”
I slam into him, the cradle of my hips crashing into his spread cheeks as I sink to the hilt. The hunger of his body strangles me in its embrace and already my orgasm is barrelling towards me.
“Calum, I’m not gonna last.” The words are forced through gritted teeth. “You’re so… ugh.” I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to hold back.
“Do it,” he breathes. “Come with me.”
I reach for him, but his hand is already there, stroking furiously. Further back, I take hold of his nuts, rolling them in my palm.
“Johnny!” Calum begins to shudder violently, and I jerk my hand up to the head of his dick. The evidence of his orgasm flows over my hand and my heart is set aglow. But ultimately, it’s my name—ejected from his lips like a prayer—that sends me over the edge. Come pulses out of me, filling the condom, until I’ve given him all I have.
It’s a long time before I manage to move. I deal with the condom before collapsing beside Calum. My chest is pressed along his side, one arm thrown over his back, a calf between his knees. He turns his head so he’s facing me. We’re silent while wecatch our breaths, allowing our eyes, and the occasional brush of lips, to say everything we’re not allowed to voice.
Finally, he lifts onto his elbows, glancing down towards where his belly still touches the duvet. “I messed up your bed,” he says with a sardonic grin.
“As requested.” I laugh and my whole body gets into it. I haven’t felt this relaxed since… hell, I don’t even remember. “I suppose I should reward you.”
He lifts curious eyebrows at me. “What did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking we could spend the rest of the night taking turns acting out the fantasies we’ve had about each other.”
Calum smiles. “That could take a while.”
“We have all night.”
His smile dims. I try to swallow past the painful lump in my throat.
“It’s not long enough.”
“I know.”
We stare at each other, acknowledging the uncertainty dawn will bring. For both of us. Then he takes my hand, he kisses my lips, and we lose ourselves in each other all over again.