Page 18 of Totally Played (Love In Play #5)

Chapter seventeen

Calvin

I was nervous at first, scared really. Not of Ash, but of how my body was reacting to every touch, every taste of him.

Watching his bare ass, round and perfect walking into his bedroom, I wanted nothing more than to run and tackle him onto the bed, but I had no idea what I was going to do once I had him there.

Sure, I’d heard what guys do together, but I hadn’t seen it, and I sure as hell hadn’t done it.

But the thought of figuring all of that out with him had me really fucking excited.

I step behind the shower screen and reach out to touch his back, the water streaming down it as steam starts to fill the space.

“Fuck, are you part dragon?” I ask, pulling my hands away. “That water has got to be close to boiling.”

“Maybe. I guess my father could have been a mythical creature, I would have guessed ghost, seeing as he disappeared before I was born, but dragon is equally plausible.” He chuckles, reaching for the lever and moving it more toward the blue dot. “Is this better?”

I reach forward again; this time the temperature is perfect, and I slide my hands up his pecs as my gaze sweeps over his god-like body.

“Sorry that happened to you,” I say, but he scrunches up his nose, shaking his head.

“It’s fine.”

“No. It’s really not,” I say, and his hands slide around to my lower back, and he pulls me a little closer.

“This is, though, isn’t it?” he asks, closing the distance between us, his warm body pressed against mine, his thickening cock wedged between us, mine too.

Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin prickles with anticipation, and I struggle to find my voice, so I do the only thing I can: I push up on my toes, reveling in the way his body slides against mine, and I kiss him.

It’s softer than before, his lips parting and my tongue gently teasing him as his hands slide up my back. He spins us around so that the water is at my back, the sudden warmth wrapping around me like a blanket. His kisses move to my jaw.

“Do you have…” he says between kisses, “anything in mind you’d like to try first?”

The only thing that comes into my mind is penetration, and I have no idea if he’d like that, and even less idea if I would. Sure, we’ve all slipped a finger up there occasionally, but my finger is about a quarter the thickness of his cock and it’s a hell of a lot shorter, too.

“Umm, I really have no idea about any of this,” I say, and he continues his kisses along my collarbone, the water rolling over my shoulders and over his face a little.

“Have you done any ass play before?” he asks, and a swirl stirs inside me.

“A little.”

He kisses down my pec before sucking my nipple into his mouth with a delighted moan.

I shudder, my fingers digging into his back as the sensation rolls through me all the way to my balls.

“With fingers, toys, or mouth?” he asks, licking my nipple in a slow stroke and rising to kiss me again.

His mouth tastes even better somehow, and I plunge my tongue deep, wanting more of him. He cups my face in one hand, pulling back and breaking our kiss to look down at me with a questioning brow.

“Just a finger. Single, no toys or…” My gaze moves to his mouth, and he smirks, and his tongue swipes over his bottom lip.

“Would you like to see if you like something more?” he asks, brushing his thumb over my cheek. It’s not the first time he’s done it, and every time it makes me want to melt into his touch.

I nod, and he turns me around.

“Hands on the wall,” he says, lifting my arms from underneath. The water is only slightly rolling over my back now, but I don’t care. His touch is enough to keep me warm. He kisses the crease where my neck meets my shoulder and sweeps his hands down my sides, sending an exquisite shiver through me.

“You can stop any time.”

“I won’t want to,” I say, pushing my ass back. His cock presses between my ass cheeks a little, eliciting a perfect soft groan from his lips.

“We can do more of that later. Right now, I’m going to show you how amazing ass play can be.”

He steps back.

“Stay there,” he says, and then he’s gone. I check over my shoulder and watch as he grabs a small towel and folds it a few times before tossing it on the tile behind me. I frown.

“What’s that for?”

“My knees, later.”

A shiver rolls up my spine as his gaze sweeps up and down my body.

“You look so fucking sexy like that, ass out, waiting for me, watching me,” he says, and my face is on fire, but I can’t look away.

His glistening hard body steps closer and then his arms are around me, his cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass as his mouth sucks hard on my neck.

I’m met with a delicious sting as he bites a little, then moves his mouth down my back.

That will probably mark later, but I don’t care.

Nothing can take away from the pure pleasure of having his hands on me.

I don’t remember sex or fooling around ever being like this.

Is this what it’s like for everyone, or is this something special that’s just between us?

Surely no one would leave their beds if this were how it felt whenever their lover touched them.

I watch over my shoulder as he kneels on the towel, water cascading over my back, his hands clench my ass cheeks, raising an excitement in my gut wondering what he’s going to do to me.

What is it going to feel like? What if I don’t like it?

Fuck, no way will I not like anything he’s about to do.

He’s just staring at my ass right now and my cock is almost ready to fucking explode.

He glances up at me then, holds my hips and pulls me a few steps back.

“Hands back on the wall,” he says, and I have to lean forward to reach the tiles of his walk-in shower, putting my ass right in his face, and the hot water mostly falling over my back and down my sides.

“Perfect,” he says, sliding his hands up over my ass cheeks. I watch over my shoulder as best I can, but I can’t see him that well, and my neck is starting to hurt, so I turn to the tile wall and close my eyes, focusing instead on what I can feel.

His palms circle over my ass cheeks, clenching and spreading me open for the cool air to tease at my entrance, and then his tongue is there.

“Holy hell,” I say, and he moves back. “I didn’t say stop,” I complain, turning my head toward him. “That was….new.”

He smirks.

“New good?”

“Very good.”

“Turn that pretty head of yours back around and I’ll do it again.”

I do as he says, my hands pressed hard against the cool tile, the hot water covering my back, and this time when his tongue sweeps up from my taint over my hole, I moan.

The heat of his mouth, and the sweep and swirl of his tongue, circling my entrance has my cock aching.

“Now you might feel a little pressure,” he says, and I’m expecting him to slip a finger inside, but when he circles my hole the next time, he spreads my cheeks wide and pushes his tongue in as deep as he can. I push back on the tile, as the feeling of his tongue inside me is electric.

“Fuck yeah, that’s good,” I breathe.

He doesn’t respond except for the small moans he makes as he teases and fucks my ass with his tongue over and over, his palms clenching my cheeks, and soon, I find I’m pushing back and rolling my hips in a steady rhythm with his mouth.

The pressure inside me builds. My cock aches, but more than that, my body wants more of him, more inside me, deeper, harder.

It’s like it’s had a taste of what it could be like and suddenly it knows what it wants.

“Use your fingers, too,” I say, and on the next swirl, his finger is inside me.

“Oh fuck, Ash, this is so good. You are… Oh god… Ash, oh god, yeah.”

He adds another finger, his mouth still there, at the edge, sharing the space with his thick fingers. The electricity inside me is building, pulses, rising through me, then his free hand stops stretching me open and slides around to grip my leaking hard cock.

“Yes, oh, god yes,” I groan, his fingers sweeping inside me, moving in and out in time with his stroke.

“Yes. Yes, fucking hell, yes, Ash, fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan, my orgasm hitting so hard the room spins as ropes of come spill over the shower floor.

***

I open my apartment door slowly, the light from the moon outside illuminating the space in a soft white glow that helps me navigate quietly.

It’s late, or early, depending on how you want to look at it.

After… Well, my mind was blown, for lack of a better term, Ash and I sat up and talked for hours.

He told me all about Belgium, and the way his face lights up detailing the implementations of the tech his company creates is so pure.

Like a child explaining how amazing Santa is.

It’s weird, but all the way up the stairs, I was thinking, I have to tell Tony about this. He’s my best friend, and in a way, it’s like this thing with Ash, this awakening of myself, it isn’t real until he knows.

I push open his bedroom door and the first thing I see is a woman’s bare back and ass lying beside him. Oops.

I step back, the old floorboard creaking, and he stirs, blinking a few times before properly opening his eyes.

“Calvin, you okay?” he whispers, climbing from the bed slowly.

“Fine, sorry, I didn’t know you had company.”

He glances back at the bed for a moment, then shakes his head.

“It’s fine,” he whispers. “Let’s chat out there, though.”

He follows me to the old, grungy couch. We can afford a new one, but this thing is super comfy.

“So how did it go?” he asks, yawning and checking his watch. “It’s one a.m., so I guess it went well.”

“It was…eye-opening,” I say as my cheeks grow warm.

“So you and Ash…?” He pumps his eyebrows as his way of finishing that sentence, and I chuckle.

“We did. And fuck, I never knew it could be like that.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not giving you details.”

He slaps a hand on my thigh.

“I don’t want details, you perv. I just mean, what about it was so different from what you have felt before? I can’t say my orgasmic end is any different when I’m with a guy or a girl. But from what you’re saying, it was for you.”

“Really?” I suddenly question my memories of previous interactions with women. Has it just been that long that I don’t remember properly?

He shrugs.

“What can I say, my dick is an equal opportunist organ. It’s okay if it was different for you.”

“It was different. It was…better,” I say as my stomach swirls as the memories of Ash and I together surface.

“Were you safe?”

“Dude.”

“What? It doesn’t matter if it’s a guy or a girl, you have to be safe. Oh, and you’ll want to start on PrEP. I’ll make you an appointment with my doctor this week before we go away.”

“We didn’t…” Fuck, how do I say this?

“Have anal sex?”

My face is on fire, but Tony is totally unfazed by any of this.

He laughs. “You might want to get used to hearing those words if you’re going to be doing it.”

“We didn’t do that. We did…stuff. I’m going to go slow. I know nothing about being with a guy. Maybe I should watch porn or something.”

“Don’t. It’s porn, not real life. Just keep doing what you and Ash are doing, explore what you like with him, and be honest when you find something you don’t like. Do you know if he’s a top or a bottom, or vers?”

“I don’t know. I should ask that, right?”

“Maybe. It can be helpful to know if you both don’t like giving or…receiving,” he says, making an action with his hands, pointing one finger through a circle he’s made with the other hand. I can’t help but laugh.

“I don’t know. I think I might like receiving, but I think I might like…giving, too.”

“Then have that conversation now. Well, maybe not at one a.m., but soon. Then you both can figure it out from there.”

“Thanks. I know this is probably one of the weirdest conversations we’ve had, but I just needed to tell you.”

“Ride or die, remember.”

“Yeah, ride or die,” I say, and we bump fists and head to bed.

I lie there awake, unable to get the question out of my mind. What if we’re both tops or bottoms? Does that mean we won’t work? I don’t know if I could walk away now.

I grab my phone and shoot off a text to Ash.

CALVIN: I know you probably won’t see this until morning, but if I don’t ask now, I might chicken out, and I’m told it’s maybe an important thing to know. So here goes. Are you a top, bottom, or vers? I have no idea what I am yet, but I’ve been imagining trying all sorts of things with you.

I hit send before I can think it over too much, and then I pop the phone face down on the bedside. I’ve barely closed my eyes when it vibrates.

ASH: Vers, and hard again after your text. I can’t wait to hear more about what you’ve been imagining, but you need your sleep; you’ve got a game tomorrow. How about we discuss it in detail after the game at my place?

CALVIN: Can’t wait.