Page 22 of Totally Played (Love In Play #5)

Chapter twenty

Ashley

It’s easy to forget that Calvin has never done this with a man before, with how easily he’s handling it all.

His fingers dig into the back of my neck, tongue fighting mine for control, urging me on to fuck him with my small vibrator faster and faster.

My cock leaks between us, my mind playing images of it buried deep inside his ass, but that’s not what he wants to try first, and being fucked by him is going to be just as incredible.

To have him spread me open, take me hard and fast, gripping my hips, my ass pounding against him over and over.

I haven’t wanted someone as badly as I want him.

It’s like the instant attraction, the connection we had has been building right up to this.

To us, being together, becoming one. That’s it.

That’s what this is like, it’s like I’ve been missing a part of myself, and now my body is reaching out with every fiber trying to join us together, to make it whole. Fuck. I think I’m in love.

I break our kiss and hold the dildo inside him right down to the base, the vibrations still on low, as that thought settles like a warm blanket around me. I’m in love with Calvin.

He turns his head to look at me over his shoulder.

“I think I want to try you inside me instead,” he says, and I swear I nearly come right there.

“I’ll do anything you want, baby. If you’re sure.”

He nods, and I slide the toy out and move it back in again. His eyes roll as he lets out a soft moan.

“I want to feel you inside me.”

“I want to be inside you so bad. How do you want to try it?”

His eyes focus on mine in that moment, like I just asked him a quiz question he hasn’t prepared for. Shit, okay, give him choices.

“We can stay sort of like this and you can move to sit on my lap, or you can lie on your back and bring your legs up, or if you want, you can move onto your knees.”

“That one,” he says, blushing. “I’d like to try the knees. That will be good, right?”

I chuckle. “They’re all great, and with you, they’ll be incredible.”

I slip the toy free, and he nervously moves onto his knees.

I reach around him for the condoms I put on the bed earlier and pull one out, but when he turns away from me, before he can bend forward, I wrap my arms around his chest and pull his back against my chest, kissing and sucking his neck.

He leans into me, hands reaching behind to hold me wherever he can manage as my cock slips between his ass cheeks.

“Oh god, yeah,” he moans and I lessen my grip, moving my mouth to kiss over his shoulders, one palm on his hip, the other on his back, guiding him forward as my kisses trail down his spine.

When he’s fully bent over, leaning on his hands, I move back on the bed, but not to enter him just yet. I want to be super sure he’s ready to take me. This is the first time for him, and not being ready will not give him the perfect experience he deserves.

“I’ll keep working you open first,” I tell him, and he nods, his fingers digging into the bedsheets a little like he’s bracing himself for what’s to come.

I squeeze lube down over his hole, spreading it with the tips of my fingers, then bring up the toy and move right in with it.

He opens easily, but I’m about twice as thick as this thing, so with the vibrator positioned against my palm, I add one finger in with it the next time, his hole stretching to take it, and his moans increase.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. Keep doing that,” he breathes, ass moving back onto me a little like he wants to show me he really does want more.

“I got you, baby,” I say and then pull it out and push back in again and again. I work him in a slow, steady rhythm until I’ve got the toy and two fingers moving in and out. He’s ready, physically, at least.

“I think you’re good now, if you still want me to—”

“I want you,” he interjects, glancing back over his shoulder, a greedy lust in his eyes.

I leave the vibrator inside him, all the way to the flared base, as I roll the condom down my leaking hard cock and coat it in more lube than is necessary.

“I’ll go slow, it might sting a little at first, but when your body relaxes, you’ll feel it start to pull me inside.

“I’m ready,” he says, and I slide the toy out but don’t turn it off. Instead, I keep it pressed lightly against his taint as I press my cockhead against his hole.

His fingers clench on the sheets tighter again, and I sweep the toy under my cockhead, the vibrations edging me closer but the familiar hum sees him relax his grip and my cockhead pushes inside.

“Oh hell, that’s…odd,” he gasps, breaths becoming heavier.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, no, it’s not bad. It’s just, it’s so different from the toy and your fingers, it’s…better.”

I can’t help but smile, and he mirrors my expression with a cheekiness that I don’t hate.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Yeah,” he says, leaning back a little to force me inside deeper.

I sweep the toy side to side gently under my cock as I push further until it’s too much in the way and then I toss it to the bed, grab him by the hips and sink all the way in. His perfect heat wraps around me, my cock throbbing as my balls pull up tight.

No, no, no, hold off. You have to hold off. This has to be perfect, I think, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing slowly as I start to pull out again.

“How is this?” I ask, and he hums in reply.

This man is so goddamned perfect. His honey-kissed skin glistening as I sweep one hand down over the muscles of his back.

I’ve thought about this so many times. About my cock surrounded by his tight ass, squeezing me until I burst. Only I can’t come yet.

This has to be amazing for him, and amazing isn’t anything that’s over in thirty seconds.

“Wow, this is unreal. Keep going,” he moans, and a hot flush spreads over my body. Dizzy in the pleasure of his ass clenching tight around me. I move out and in, in a slow rhythm, until he lifts his hands up to grip the bedhead, and I hit that perfect spot.

“Oh, god, what was that?” he asks in a shuddered breath.

“Your prostate,” I reply, and he grips the bedhead tighter.

“Do it again.”

“For you. Anything.”

I grip his hips tight and pull out just a couple of inches and then thrust in deep, pegging that perfect spot again.

It elicits the same response spurring me on.

I start to move faster, pushing in deeper, harder, until I’m fucking him as fast and hard as I can, his groans breathy and ragged with each thrust, my balls are so tight they ache.

Calvin is so fucking glorious, I can hardly believe I haven’t gone off already.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moans as he clenches tighter around me, his fingers digging into the bedhead, head arched back, eyes closed and mouth open. If there was ever a more perfect sight, I haven’t seen it. “Oh god, yeah,” he moans and reaches down with one hand to grab his cock. “Oh yeah, so good.”

“I… I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Then don’t. I’m so close. Come with me.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my cock pulsing as I come, and I fuck him hard and fast until he’s spilling over onto the mattress totally spent.

“That was incredible,” I say, slipping free and rolling the condom off, tying it and tossing it beside the bed to deal with later. I just want to lie here and bask in the post-orgasmic glow.

He moves onto his side, his chest heaving up and down with every ragged breath.

“That was unlike anything…I’ve ever experienced… Is it always that good?” he asks, rolling onto his back as I lie beside him. I sweep the pads of my fingers over his chest, tracing the muscles as we both catch our breath.

“Nothing I’ve ever experienced was as good as that just was.”

His cheeks flush a brighter pink.

“Really?”

I kiss his pec and sweep my tongue over his hard nipple.

“Absolutely.” I’m being totally honest, too. I’ve never been so connected with anyone in or out of the bedroom. Everything about this is stronger, better, so intensely perfect.

“How long until you think you’ll be ready for me to fuck you like that?” he asks, and I kiss him once, soft and quick.

“How about I grab us a couple of Vitamin Waters to refuel and we find out?”

***

When I wake, Calvin is gone, and in his place is a note: “Had to get to the field to meet the team before our flight. Thanks for last night.”

Thanks for last night. The last time someone left me a note like that, I was being blown off. That’s not what this is, right?

I grab my phone and shoot him a text.

ASH: It was my pleasure. When can we meet up again?

The three dots appear and then disappear three times before his reply comes through.

CALVIN: We fly out to New York in an hour, and then we’ll be off to Buffalo and then Ohio. When are you leaving for your work trip?

Shit, this isn’t going to be easy. I check my flights and send off my reply.

ASH: I leave in a few days, and then I am not sure when I’ll be back. It’s an open-ended ticket. If it goes well, it won’t be long.

CALVIN: I guess we can just see when we are back in Savannah, then. They’re calling us onto the bus. Chat soon.

ASH: Have a great flight.

Calvin doesn’t reply, probably busy getting his shit onto the bus to head to the airport.

Am I just worrying about nothing? He had to get to his flight.

It’s not that he wanted to go; he had to leave.

But he could have woken me. I would have been happy to get up early and have breakfast with him.

I should have set my alarm and gotten up early and made him something or driven him to the field or to the airport. I could have dropped him.

I get to the office about the same time Calvin’s flight would be taking off. Duckie has posted a couple of shots on his feed of the team, all waiting in line to get through security and a selfie on the plane with a bunch of the guys in the background. I can’t see Calvin, though.