NautiCal (Forever Wilde 8)

I put my hand over his mouth and leaned in to bite his nipple again. The pink nub was taunting me, and I wanted to flick it with my tongue until he forgot the word penis.

My free hand spanned his rib cage, and I could feel his breaths heaving in and out of his lungs the more turned on he became. His groans heated the hand I held over his mouth, and when I went to remove it, he clutched it and held it there.

The nod to a little kink made my dick even harder. I moved up and rested my lips against the shell of his ear. “You want me to keep you quiet, baby? Want me to hold you down? Maybe edge you until you can’t stand it anymore?”

He squeezed his eyes closed and whimpered. Twin patches of deep pink marred his cheeks as his eyelashes brushed together. He was gorgeous. The idea that I would be able to hold back long enough to edge him was ridiculous.

I dragged openmouthed kisses down the front of his throat and onto his collarbone before teasing each of his nipples again. My dick wasn’t feeling middle-aged at all. In fact, my balls felt like they could probably go for several rounds of sex tonight as long as Calgary Wilde was the man in my bed.

“You drive me crazy,” I said in a hoarse voice. “The things I want to do to you make me blush. And I never blush.”

“Jon,” he breathed against my hand.

I reached over to the bedside table drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. “You sure, baby?”

He narrowed his eyes at me in a threat that made me laugh. “Okay, okay. I’ll take the glare as a yes.” I began to strip off the rest of my clothes. Cal reached for his cock and stroked it slowly. The dark nest of curls around his dick made my mouth water, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the sexy curved muscles of his thighs.

“Eyes up here, pervert,” he teased.

I felt giddy and light. Free in a way I didn’t remember ever feeling before during sex. “My siblings are right. You are very funny.”

I leaned down and kissed the top of his foot before moving slowly up to his ankle. Part of me wanted to spend hours cataloging every inch of him while another part of me wanted to lurch up and shove my dick into him right this second.

“Stop fucking around,” he warned. “Dicks as young as mine have hair triggers.”

I got to the delicious curve of his inner thigh and licked it slowly.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” he muttered. “Death by thigh licking. It’s a thing.”

I nuzzled his sac and licked his taint. His babbling continued. “Oh… oh… ohhhh.”

He smelled both clean and musky in the best way, and I was tempted to rim the hell out of him, but I wasn’t sure how he’d react. I moved my mouth down toward his hole to see his reaction.

Cal’s fingers clamped around my wrist and held tight. “You’re killing me. I want your dick. Stop the teasing.”

“I was going to rim you first. Get you ready.”

“I withdraw my complaint,” he choked out, reaching for the backs of his knees and pulling his legs open for me. I pushed his legs back farther and began tasting him, licking and sucking and teasing until he no longer knew how to make actual words. The sounds of desperation coming out of him made me grateful our room was separated from the others by two thick walls and a hallway.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this to someone. Mason hadn’t liked it, and before him, I hadn’t been intimate enough with my partners to want to do it. The fact I went straight to it with Cal wasn’t lost on me, but I didn’t want to read too much into it. It was refreshing to be with someone so responsive and enthusiastic.

I moved back up to suck his dick into my mouth when he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to his before smashing our mouths together in a hungry kiss. Cal flipped me over in some kind of ninja move and moved down to my cock, muttering about taking charge. He licked a wide stripe up my shaft and took the head into his mouth while fumbling in the sheets for the lube and condom. Within moments he had me suited and slicked and was reaching back to lube himself.

“Jesus fuck,” I breathed. “I… I was going to do that, but you—”

He smiled at me indulgently. His pupils were deep and wide, his lips red and puffy, and his hair stuck up in every direction. “Next time, boo. I appreciate everything you’ve done, I do. But I wasn’t kidding about the hair trigger, and you’re seriously the sexiest man I’ve ever seen naked, and if you don’t get your cock in my ass pretty soon, I will nut all over you just from staring at your sexy fucking face.”