I craved the feeling of giving up control.
More so, I craved being told what to do by the man in front of me.
His blond hair was even more tousled than normal, having been windblown from his lack of wearing a helmet home—something I’d been intending to say something to him about.
But the ride from his parents’ place to my place had been short, and it was more than obvious that being free of the helmet, even for that short of a time period, had made him happy.
So who was I to get onto him for something when it was mostly harmless?
Hell, sometimes I ate eight Little Debbies for dinner.
Something that was probably more damaging than a two-minute ride from his parents’ place to mine.
“You paying attention, sweetheart?” Callum asked, dragging a lone knuckle down the length of my cheek.
I licked my lips and nodded my head. “Now I am.”
His eyes shined with happiness as he said, “Take my shorts off.”
I did, thinking again how the boxer shorts life didn’t seem like it fit him all that much.
“What’s got those lines between your eyes?” he asked curiously, touching the spot between my eyes.
I snickered. “I was thinking how you don’t strike me as a boxer shorts kind of guy.”
He explained while I dragged his underwear down the length of his body.
“When I got out of bootcamp, I swore I would never wear anything tight on my body ever again,” he said. “The whole being forced to wear tighty-whities thing sucked. In fact, if I had to choose a part of bootcamp that sucked the worst, that was definitely it. I just… I can’t stand the tightness. Sometimes, there are days when I don’t even wear underwear at all.”
I didn’t reply as I watched his cock pop into view.
The barbell through his cockhead caught the light, and I had to physically stop myself from reaching out and touching the barbell with my fingers. Or my tongue.
“Touch it,” he urged, seeing my dilemma.
I tossed his underwear to the floor, then reached out with my fingers to do as he asked.
But he stopped me by saying, “Not your fingers. Your mouth.”
I froze, looking up at him as a shot of awareness started to tingle down the length of my spine.
God, did I mention how hot it was that he was telling me exactly what he wanted me to do?
I bent forward, placing my hands on his knees, and did exactly what he told me to do.
Licking the tip of his cock with just the tip of my tongue, I outlined the head, and then the barbell.
“Good,” he praised. “Now suck the tip into your mouth.”
I did, swirling my tongue over the head.
“Fuck, so good,” he hissed. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”
I’d always wanted to do this. Always wanted to be able to do it.
But just the thought of that thick liquid hitting my mouth always had me backing away, refusing to do it.
But with Callum, I trusted him irrevocably. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the man would pull back. He would stop and make sure that he didn’t get that far.
“Fuck… that mouth,” he grunted, curling his hand behind my head, right above my ear. “You make me want to shove this dick all the way down your throat and choke you on it.”
Those words should not be so hot.
But just the idea of him doing it had me shifting on my knees, trying to stimulate a spot that only he could reach.
“You like that thought?” he asked, fisting my hair instead of cupping my head. “You want me to be down your throat?”
I didn’t know what I wanted, other than I wanted him to do it to me if he wanted to. If that made any sense at all.
He pulled me off his cock before I could do much more thinking on the matter, then stood up before helping me to my feet.
When I was up, he moved me where he wanted me, placing me on my knees in the bed so that he could stand directly behind me.
“Scoot back and then drop your upper body until it’s flat against the bed.” He asked as he smoothed his hand over the globe of my ass.
I scooted back, likely giving him a perfect view of everything that wasn’t meant for the everyday eye, and then dropped down until my aching breasts were smashed against the soft fabric.
“You make me want to do bad things to you,” he growled.
Then he started to line his cock up with my entrance, before pulling back with such a savage curse that I had to turn around and look at him to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong.
When I did, I saw him frantically going through his pants.
He came back up with the same string of condoms I’d stolen from Lindy’s purse yesterday.