Page 54 of Flights and Sights

His smile was gentle and knowing. “Anytime.” He paused for a moment before sitting, and when he spoke, his voice was low and sultry, sending a shiver through me. “How much longer until we can get out of here?”

My body flushed with heat and I swallowed hard. “Soon.”

Chapter 27 - Paxton

Soon turned out to be several hours later, much to my dismay. Not that I minded spending time with Callum’s family—not at all. The Sinclairs were great. Honestly. But once my mind settled on what I really wanted to do, it was all I could think about. We ate burgers and hot dogs, drinking and laughing and sharing time with his family, but I knew the second we got to my place, I was going to do some very not family-friendly things to Cal.

By the time we were free to get away, my body was on fire, and the sexual tension that was ratcheting up between us was at an all-time high. It felt like an eternity from when Jacob walked away to the moment that Cal leaned over and put a hand on my knee.

“You ready to get out of here?”

I stood up so quickly I nearly toppled my chair over, making Callum laugh and blush. “I’ll meet you at my place?”

He nodded, his cheeks turning an even deeper red, and he fixed his attention on his napkin.

I kissed the top of his head. “Later,” I murmured, before waving to his parents. “Thanks for everything,” I called.

Laura hurried over to wrap me in a hug. “Don’t be a stranger,” she said.

“Mom,” Callum protested. “Leave him alone. Let him go.”

She sighed and released me. “We’ll see you soon, I hope.”

“Yes ma’am.” I waved again and headed to my car.

The drive home felt like it took an eternity, though it was really under a half hour. By the time I pulled into my driveway, though, my entire body ached and pulsed with need. I headed inside and tried—unsuccessfully—not to pace my living room while I waited. Instead, I hopped in the shower, rinsing the day’s heat from my skin.

Callum wasn’t far behind, arriving about five minutes after I got out of the shower. He didn’t even wait for me to answer the door, just knocked and walked in. “It’s me,” he called, looking freshly scrubbed himself, with still-damp hair and rosy skin. The easy familiarity made my chest ache, something I didn’t want to spend much time thinking about. Instead, I pounced on him, capturing his face in my hands and pressing a rough kiss to his lips.

Cal groaned in response as my tongue found its way into his mouth. He tugged me by the waistband until our bodies were flush together and his erection was evident, already hard and ready, pressed against my pelvis.

I kissed him fiercely, devouring him, running my fingers through his dark hair and tugging at the strands until he groaned again and tipped his head back. I took the opportunity to kiss the spot under his jaw, scraping my teeth along his sensitive skin and making him shiver and squirm.

His hands moved to unfasten my jeans, and as soon as they were open, he was desperately plunging one into my boxer briefs and wrapping his hand around my erection.

“God,” I murmured against his throat, rocking my hips up to thrust into his grip.

He chuckled softly and tightened his fist a little. The pressure was divine, much needed, but I wanted more. I didn’t want just a quick, desperate hand job or an eager blow job tonight. I wanted to fuck him, to bury myself into his heat and feel him gripping my cock and for us to come together, crying out and holding each other close.

“I—” I tried to get the words out but his grip tightened yet again, his thumb slipping through the precum leaking from my slit. “Wait,” I murmured eventually, putting a hand on his wrist.

He froze immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…” I kissed him quickly, trying to get the nerve up to ask for what I wanted. “I know we haven’t discussed it, but…”

Callum gave me a small, tenuous smile. “What is it?”

“I want to fuck you,” I said finally.

His smile grew. “Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely yes.” He released me, pulling his hand back, and I huffed a soft exhale, missing his touch already.

“Bedroom.” I took him by the hand and practically dragged him down the hallway until we made it to my room. Instead of turning on the overhead light, I clicked on a lamp next to my bed and shut the door behind him. “Clothes off,” I said.

Callum wasted no time in stripping down, his gaze locked to my body as I did the same.