Page 84 of The Deviation

CALUM

This is a moment I never thought would come. A day when someone chose me, even when it went against their best interests to do so. Against all reason and commonsense. He chose me, anyway.

And it wasn’t only Johnny. The whole band agreed to take their chances with me, despite the immediate rewards staying with Rush would have afforded them. They kept me close when I expected to be cast aside. Hell, I encouraged them to do just that. Not only because I didn’t want to hold them back, but because I thought it might ease the sting when they followed my suggestion.

Instead, they stood up for me. They treated me like one of them.

Like family.

The whole thing seems like some kind of surreal dream. Yet, Johnny’s right here. His body solid beneath mine. His hands stroking my thighs as he waits for me to recover from the shock of his fidelity.

My hands lift to cup his face as my mouth curves into a soft smile. “This is it, then? We get everything we wanted, and all our dreams come true?”

He chuckles. “It might take some time but… it looks like it, yeah.”

I close the distance between us, brushing my lips against his, lingering there to relish the freedom of kissing him in the absence of guilt and fear. “We never have to hide again yourealise,” I murmur as I begin pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders.

Nodding, he shrugs out of the jacket and then rushes to lift my t-shirt over my head. “I can make out with you in public anytime I want.”

“I didn’t realise you were so fond of public displays of affection.”

“Neither did I,” he says as he loses his tie and then his business shirt. “Until I wanted so desperately to kiss you, and touch you, and knew I couldn’t.”

My back arches as he nuzzles the sensitive spot at the base of my throat. “Touch me now, Johnny,” I whisper, the heat of desire rushing through me. “Don’t ever stop.”

With a quiet groan, he lifts his head to take control of my mouth. His kisses are slow and thorough, his tongue coaxing its way inside.

I spread my knees wider and begin to rock against him. Our growing erections rub together, separated by frustrating layers of cotton.

“Fuck, Cal,” he says, his eyes falling closed. “The way you move is obscene. You’re gonna make me come too soon.”

Despite the warning, I step up the rhythm, hoping to go from obscene to downright filthy. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask in my best bedroom voice.

His open mouth curves upwards. “Don’t you dare.” Then he’s thrusting his hand between us, reaching into the waistband of both sweatpants and underwear to take me in hand.

My head falls back on a gasp of pure lust. “Ungh, yes. Right there.”

Closing his hot mouth over my nipple, he sucks hard while jerking me in a tight grip. On every upstroke, his thumb swipes the head of my cock, gathering pre-come to ease the way. It’sso good and too fast and soon I’m the one in danger of losing control.

“Get these off,” Johnny demands, pushing at my sweatpants. I quickly lever myself up off the couch and shed the last of my clothes before climbing right back onto his lap.

He licks his lips as he gathers me close. His hands roam every inch of me as he rains kisses on my face, mouth, neck, chest. He sinks lower on the couch, and I lift up onto my knees to make it easier for him to continue his descent. When his hot mouth wraps around me, I give a shout of delight.

He begins to suck. His mouth is like a vacuum, pulling me deeper and deeper until I’m quickly nudging the back of his throat. Shuddering, I risk looking down. His eyes are half mast, a blissed out look on his face as he strains to take me deeper. I lose it.

My fingers grip on to his hair as I shoot my load down his throat, riding the waves of my orgasm until all the strength leaves my body and I collapse against him.

He rises back up onto the couch and then his mouth is on mine again, feeding me traces of my own come as I quake with aftershocks.

“I need inside you,” he growls. Leaning forwards, he reaches around me to sweep the large coffee table free of my anxiety clutter. I send a brief plea to the heavens to protect my prized novelty mug as everything hits the carpet.

Johnny manoeuvres me onto the now empty table, and I hiss in a breath as my heated skin comes into contact with the cool wood. It might be old and covered in watermarks, but the heavy table is sturdy as hell, and I can’t help but be grateful to whoever donated it to the op-shop I found it in.

I watch Johnny from beneath heavy lids as he strips out of the remainder of his clothes. He fumbles for his wallet, where he’s taken to keeping a sachet of lubricant. Just in case.

He pauses. His chest heaving in ragged pants. Eyes wild as he takes in the sight of me, spread out on the low table before him. “You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, dropping onto his knees between my spread thighs. His hands run up and down the length of my torso. “The things I want to do to you.”

“Do them,” I say, the rough quality of my voice belying the purity of my overture. “Have me.”