Page 55 of Flights and Sights

When we were both naked, I reached out for him. “Come here.”

He took a couple of steps to close the space between us before we tumbled onto my bed together. I kissed him eagerly, hungry to taste him and rolled us until I was on top. His long limbs and firm body were spread out underneath me, my mouth watering as I thought about what I wanted to do next.

I kissed him again, trailing my lips down his body to his throat, to his chest, stopping at his nipples to tease and gently bite them, causing him to squirm and moan and gasp. When I was satisfied, I kept moving, kissing down his stomach, the light trail of hair that led to his groin, and moving my mouth to kiss the crease of his thigh, his cock hard against my cheek as I did.

He exhaled sharply as I moved from one hip to the other, leaving kisses and nips but ignoring his cock. After a few minutes of torturing him, I pushed his thighs farther apart and hauled his legs up until his feet were flat on the bed, knees bent. A moment later, I spread him open with my hands and rocked forward until my mouth was pressed to his hole.

Cal gasped and groaned, rocking down against my face as my tongue slid across his tight muscle. He kept rocking, seeking more, grinding his ass into my face desperately. I pushed my tongue into him and he moaned, the sound so raw and hot that I couldn’t help but echo it.

“Fuck,” he hissed, writhing under my touch.

Taking it as encouragement, I licked his hole hungrily, teasing the muscle with my fingertips as I ate him, gently pushing one finger inside. He took it without hesitation, moaning as I slid it in and out. My chest tight with need, my cock leaking and aching, I added a second finger and eased it into him. This time there was a little more resistance, so I moved slowly, thrusting gently, licking and kissing my way around my fingers as I opened him up for me.

Soon, he was taking both fingers with ease, letting me push them deep inside, moaning and writhing with pleasure.

I drew back to look at him. “Can you take a third?”

His response was a desperate nod. “Please.”

Carefully, I worked him open with a third finger, sucking and licking and kissing as I did, still ignoring his cock, and when I leaned back, I noticed he had precum leaking down his shaft in long rivulets. His hands fisted in my sheets, rather than reaching to stroke himself, delighting me. This wasn’t a competition to see how quickly we could get off. I was going to take my time with him, and I was glad to see he was ready for it.

When he was taking all three fingers and my tongue without resistance, I kissed his thigh again and gently pulled my fingers away. Cal whimpered and shifted as if he were seeking my touch again. I knew from experience that he was already missing the sensation of being filled.

“Almost time,” I assured him. Before I sat up, though, I moved my mouth to the crown of his cock. He huffed and groaned as I took it into my mouth, welcoming the precum into my mouth and letting the taste slide across my tongue.

His hands went to my hair and gripped tightly. My mouth watered and I ached to let him fuck into me, to take his own pleasure, but I had bigger plans for the night and I didn’t want to ruin things by letting him come too soon. I pulled away, making him whimper again.

When I got onto my knees, positioning myself between his thighs, I took the time to let my gaze roam over his lean, tight body. He had a sheen of sweat on his chest and neck, his dark hair was a mess, and even his hazel eyes were dark, pupils wide with pleasure.

“Ready?”

He nodded. “Please,” he said again.

I reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom and lube. I quickly rolled the condom on and poured the lube, stroking myself first before using my fingers to spread it along his hole.

“Okay,” I whispered, lining my cock up. Slowly, I eased my way in, a little at a time, listening for any sounds of discomfort or protest until I was buried inside of him. His ass was tight around my cock, heat enveloping me, and I never wanted this to end.

“Fuck me,” he whispered desperately, his voice broken.

I nodded and eased out before slowly moving back in. I fucked him in long, slow thrusts, Cal arching his back and writhing under me.

“More.”

I swallowed hard and picked up my pace. I pulled out and fucked into his ass, gradually picking up the pace until I was truly pounding him into the mattress. The sounds of our skin meeting and our harsh breathing filled the room, punctuated with occasional groans of pleasure escaping from one of us. In the dim light, he was even more beautiful than usual, and even as I was inside of him, I ached for more.

“I…” I said quietly. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but Callum seemed to get it.

“Yeah. Me too,” he murmured. He reached for his cock then, my gaze fixed on his hand. He stroked it with quick, purposeful strokes, gripping it tightly. I couldn’t stop watching, enraptured by the way he moved his hand to please himself. He flicked his thumb over the crown, smearing precum across the head as he did, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. I fucked into him relentlessly, desperate for more, desperate for this to go on forever.

Soon, though, my orgasm was building. The heat banked in my gut, my balls tightening and my cock thickening inside of him. I couldn’t help but pick up the pace even further, fucking him hard and fast until I was at the point of no return.

“Oh, God,” I said on a gasp.

His throat worked and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he arched his back and fucked into his fist, rocking back on my cock rhythmically. It only took another second until he was coming, pulsing onto his chest and stomach, his muscles tightening and relaxing steadily around my cock and pulling me over the edge into the inevitable. I came as heat rocketed through me, my cock throbbing and spilling into the condom, and I continued to fuck him through the pleasure racking both of our bodies.

Eventually, as my orgasm subsided, I slowed and stilled, waiting until he gave me a small nod before I pulled out. Once again, Callum let out a soft whimper as I pulled from his body, leaving him empty again.

“Just a sec,” I said, pulling the condom off and standing to go dispose of it.