Defining Us: The Calvin & Eric Story (69 Bottles) (42 page)

CALVIN shifts, climbing on top of me, and taking the lead. His tongue slides in wet and hungry alongside mine. My body comes alive remembering what happened only a couple of hours ago. The desperate need I felt then resurfaces now, with a vengeance, and I can barely breathe.
 

He presses into me, pushing my shoulders back against the couch and I moan into his mouth. His aggression is a major turn on for me. Why, I haven’t a clue. His hands slide up, along my stomach, toward my chest, bringing my shirt along for the ride. Feeling it tug against my back, I lean forward, giving him the access I know he needs. He takes it. Pulling back from the kiss long enough to toss my shirt on the floor, his lips land back on mine the second we can make contact. His hands push back on my shoulders and he straddles me.
 

My cock is hard as a rock and I grind my hips against his and his breathing hitches as the pleasure rocks through him. My pleasure is intensified further by his kiss. He’s left me at a disadvantage, holding down my shoulders, then he slides his hands along my arms until he finds my hands. He pulls back on the kiss, teasing my lips with his tongue. I groan as he takes my hands in his, pulling them up until he is pressing them against the couch. His fingers interlock with mine and I thrust my hips at him one more time.
 

I pull back. His eyelids are heavy with lust. His breathing is just as erratic as mine is. He presses his forehead against mine and I tease him a little with my tongue, licking at his lips and he smiles. “It’s my turn,” he breathes and I shudder. I know what he is referring to and I bite back the urge to tease him about it. Though he seems okay, I don’t want to push the envelope and push him over the edge that I know we’re balancing on.
 

“I’m here,” I tell him, encouraging him to take the lead, take control, take what he needs or wants from me.
 

He pulls back, a smile still on his lips as he maneuvers off of me, standing between my legs, pulling one hand with him, encouraging me to stand up. As I do, my phone vibrates with a voicemail, but I ignore it as I follow him back into the bedroom of the suite we share.
 

He turns us both, putting me between him and the bed and he gently knocks me over. I pull him down with me and he slides in on top of me. He brushes the crazy hair from my face and he smiles before his lips slant over mine once more.
 

I can’t stop my hands from roaming along his body. Feeling the contours of the muscles of his stomach. God, you’d never know it by looking at him, but all the time he spends in the gym has paid off. He’s ripped, and it makes me drool to see him completely naked, which becomes a mindless goal as I pull his shirt up.
 

He pulls back, sitting up so that I can remove it and the pause is only that long before his lips are back on mine. Though chaste.
 

He starts kissing along my jaw, up toward my ear, and I turn my head, giving him access and catch a glimpse of us in the bathroom mirror. “Oh fuck,” I moan as his tongue darts out, trailing along my neck, to the hollow between my shoulders. I can’t take my eyes off of him in the mirror. Giving me a new angle to see him. I shiver when he slides further down my chest, toward my nipples. He nips at one then kisses and bites his way down my stomach. My cock is standing straight out, compliments of sweatpants, there’s nothing to hold him down. Calvin seizes his opportunity and nips at the head of my cock through my pants and I jump and my dick pulses harder for a moment before settling back down, but not before Calvin blows a huff of hot air across it. The warmth makes me shiver at the cool air that surrounds me and his hands grip me by the waistband.
 

He starts to tug downward and I lift my hips, giving him easier access to shed what’s in his way. Sans boxer briefs, my cock is immediately exposed and is sucked into his mouth, hard and fast. “Oh fuck!” I cry out and I slide a hand into his hair. Not meaning to guide, just simply a gesture of ‘I’m with you’. I see him smile around my dick before licking at the tip, then sliding down to the base and back up.
 

Pleasure soars. My need for him grows hotter and more desperate with each pass up and down my erection. Then he takes me hard and deep into his mouth and I shudder, biting my tongue, holding back the impending orgasm that is likely to happen if he keeps this up. “Calvin,” I practically whine and he smirks, lifting his head from my cock. “I want you to take me,” I tell him and he gets a little mischievous grin on his face.
 

“Paybacks suck, don’t they?”
 

I chuckle. “Yes, they do, and damn, are they amazing.” I wink at him and he blushes. I adore watching him blush. I love watching him come alive under my gentle compliments. It’s like a reassurance to him that yes, this is what he wants and no, nothing will stand in his way. Not his past, not his future, not even a Mack truck could stop him right now and I love that.
 

“Flip over.” His voice is commanding. The way he gets when he’s trying to maintain control of the situation so that he doesn’t lose himself in the past. But there are no shadows marking his features, not tonight. He wants this as much as, if not more than, I do and I am willing to take whatever he has to throw at me. I pray that all is okay in the end.
 

I flip over as he’s asked and he helps guide my hips up as he settles between my legs. I grab for one of the towels still on the bed and put it beneath me when he grabs the condom strip and the lube from my other side.
 

I don’t know why I never bothered to clean it up. Maybe I was secretly hoping for this, but I certainly didn’t expect it.
 

Following my lead from earlier, I hear him rip open the packet and I can’t help the shiver of excitement that slides up my spine when I hear the cap of the gel pop open. Using what I did to him, he proves that despite the concerns he may have had at this time before, he really was paying attention. I, on the other hand, was too focused on the goal and the prize waiting for me on the other side to realize he was taking notes. That thought makes me smile.

I jump when the cold lube hits me at my entrance, but he warms it quickly by spreading it around and I bury my head in the mattress, looking for some place to channel my need to cry out. My cock jumps as he starts to push one finger inside. Though I’ve never actually taken a man like this before, it doesn’t mean I haven’t tried certain things on my own. His finger starts to slide in and out of me, the pad dragging along that glorious spot that makes my eyes roll up into my head and he doesn’t stop for a few more strokes. When he does, it’s only to add another finger. First the second, and then the third.
 

I’m so close to the point of exploding that I can’t bring myself to grab hold of my cock. This has got to last and it has to last long enough for him to get off too.
 

“Fuck,” I groan as his fingers begin working in and out of me faster and a little bit harder. My back arches up and then down as I adjust to the pain turned pleasure from his penetration.
 

A few more motions in and out and he stops, slowly extracting his fingers. He pops the cap on the lube once more, adding some to my entrance and the condom he’s wearing.
 

Everything tightens and then relaxes, desperate for this to happen.

I line the head of my cock up with Eric’s entrance, knowing now just how tight it was, I know that I need to do this slow.
 

I paid attention because I was determined, at some point, to return the favor.
 

When I push in he moans and I watch as his hands grip into the sheets on the bed. “Fuck,” I murmur. He’s so fucking tight, no wonder it felt so good before. I knew that if pleasure that great were possible, I owed it to him to show him the same.
 

I push in a little farther until I feel the head of my cock crest that tight ring and then I start making little thrusts in and out. I can see his hands gradually releasing the covers and as his back arches downward, giving me a newer, tighter angle, the pleasure starts to take over. “Oh god,” he moans as I push in a little farther and a little farther with each inward thrust.
 

I clean off my other hand so that I can run it along his back and grab hold of his hip, just as I bottom out inside. “Fuck me,” I groan as I feel him tighten down on me and release me. Jesus, that has to be the hardest, hottest thing I’ve ever felt in my life and I tremble behind him.
 

I take his hips in both hands, guiding him forward and backward along my cock, encouraging to help me go at a pace that he’s comfortable with. He was so gentle with me and I know that a little too much and it could hurt like hell. He moans and increases his pace. I feel my toes curl and pleasure racks through my body and my eyes roll up. I start to match his motion, meeting his backward thrusts with my forward thrusts, finding a rhythm that works, nice and even. Not really slow, but steady.
 

I release his hips and slide my hands up his back and he arches into my touch. I reach into his hair, roughly grabbing hold of it and lifting his head up. He takes my guidance and adjusts himself so that I can kiss him. He’s looking over his shoulder at me, but he manages to slide his tongue along mine. Sending new waves of pleasure through me and I can feel his own pleasure in his thrusting, back and forth. I stutter just a bit when the pleasure becomes too much and I pull back from the kiss.
 

My own pleasure skyrockets when he takes his cock in his hand. I want to do that for him. He doesn’t seem to mind as the pleasure becomes so intense for him that there is a constant stream of grunts and moans rolling off his tongue.
 

My own pleasure sparks to a new level. Drawing me ever closer. I take his hips back into my hands and hold him steady while I push harder into him. He cries out and I repeat it again. His moaning gets a little louder and the stroking of his cock has grown feverish. “Calvin,” he cries out. He’s so close.
 

I feel my balls shrink and tighten before fireworks of pleasure ignite all over my body and I explode inside of him. The pleasure is so intense that my body is shaking uncontrollably, matched only by him as his orgasm takes him, spilling him over the edge in a strained cry of my name.
 

My stomach pitches and rolls.
 

I swallow hard, once, twice.
 

I can feel the cold sweat building on my forehead and I slow my pace, allowing my orgasm to try and pull me back to where I am, here with Eric. Giving him what he gave me earlier.
 

I swallow again and still, but only for a heartbeat before realizing I need to pull out of him, quickly but yet as painlessly as possible.
 

I pull back, inch by inch and he leans forward, pulling himself to the end of my cock before all that is left is the head. I extract it slowly. This is his quiet way of telling me that he knows what’s about to happen.
 

The sweat gathering on my forehead drips down, catching him on his asscheek, and I’m free. Despite my best efforts to tame the beast inside me, I race into the bathroom.
 

My mind is blank, no thoughts, at least not dark thoughts, but I still cannot control the urge to vomit. Eric isn’t deterred, in fact, he readies my toothbrush for me.
 

“Thanks,” I tell him before taking it from him and putting it into my mouth with a small smile.
 

He smiles back. “Anytime,” he says and I look into the mirror, he’s watching me again and I find it rather comforting. Though this time, before I even get the toothpaste off my lips, he’s kissing me, fast and furious. Though it only lasts for a moment or two, it’s enough to awaken the desire in me once again.
 

“Let’s go to bed,” I whisper between kisses and he smiles at me before heading into the bedroom, leaving me bereft, hornier than I was before the second go around, and my mouth sticky with toothpaste.