Eight

Harlow

When Cal comes by my place after work, he's nervous again. I see it in the way he doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands, and how quick he speaks when I ask him how he's feeling.

"Come on," I say, taking his hand pulling him back with me into my bedroom. "We're going to do something a little differently today, okay?"

He nods, and I squeeze his hand to let him know everything's okay.

"You stay dressed," I tell him as I let go of his hand so I can tug my shirt off over my head. "You're going to do whatever you want to me. You're in the charge this time."

His eyes widen with nervousness, though it seems less so than he was earlier. His prick of an ex really did a number on him.

"What if I do it wrong? What if I do something you don't like?"

"Just relax," I tell him as I lie back on the bed. "I'll say something if you're doing it wrong."

I only say it to reassure him. I already know he's not going to do anything wrong. All his issues are based on his self-confidence because of his ex. Once he's with a guy who helps give him back his confidence, it'll go a long way to repairing some of what his ex did.

Calvin gives me a nod, and I relax my body, giving him the reins. It's not something I really like to do because it's too much vulnerability for me, but it's what Calvin needs right now. Plus, there's a very likely chance I'm going to love everything he does because it's Calvin, and I've waited a long time to be with him like this.

He takes a breath, steadying himself, and then he climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs. He reaches out and puts a hand on my thigh. His fingers shake a little, but he starts exploring. Slowly at first, then quicker as he grows bolder.

His hand slides up to wrap around my cock, his gaze flicking to my face to check my expression. He doesn't need to worry; the second his fingers touch me, I feel like I'm going to explode. My skin burns with pleasure, with the need to buck my hips into his hand. I manage to hang onto my self-control, but a small groan slips out of me.

The noise seems to embolden Cal. His thumb swipes at the moisture on the tip of my cock, and then he's stroking me. He's slow at first, checking my expression a few times before he gains confidence and quickens his pace.

I can't help tensing, every muscle in my body screaming at Cal to keep moving his hand, to keep touching me like this. Like how I've wanted him to touch me since high school. I've had great handjobs before, but it's different when it's Calvin giving it to me.

He lifts his free hand to his mouth and sucks on his index and middle finger, and my muscles tense as I watch him. I never bottomed much, but right now, the idea of not having some part of Cal in me feels criminal.

When he lowers his spit-soaked fingers between my cheeks, he glances up to meet my gaze. I give him a little nod to let him know it's okay, and then those fingers are sliding deep into me.

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. It feels incredible to have his fingers in me, to feel them crooking in that perfect spot.

"Fuck," Cal murmurs. "You're really tight. You're so warm."

My jaw clenches as he slides his fingers out of me only to press them in deep again. It's been a long time since someone's fucked me with their fingers, especially this slow, like he wants to feel every inch of me.

He whispers my name, and I hear his own zipper coming undone. His hand shakes a little as it releases me only to circle my cock again, this time with his dick pressed against mine. He strokes us together in his tight fist, and my eyes roll back in my head as the pleasure shoots through me like a lightning bolt.

"Holy shit, Cal," I murmur.

He leans down and kisses me in response, his hand still stroking us together. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, demanding and soft at the same time, and I give him everything he's asking for.

I feel the orgasm building, tingling at the base of my spine, but I hold it off as long as I can. I don't want this moment to end. I want him to touch me forever. I want to feel the glide of his hard cock against mine over and over.

"Fuck," he whispers. "It feels so good to touch you."

The raw honesty in his voice pushes me to the edge, and I grab his hip, digging my fingers in as the orgasm slams into me. My visions tunnels as I come harder than I ever have in my life. My ass clenches around his fingers, squeezing hard like my body doesn't want to let go of him.

Cal shudders above me as his own release spills all over my stomach. His face is pink, his eyes shining with lust. It's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.

When he pulls his fingers from me, he grabs the tissues from my nightstand and cleans me off. It's gentler than anyone has ever been with me.

"Hey." I catch his wrist when he's done, and he looks up at me expectantly. "That was…that was the most incredible thing I've ever felt."

Cal smiles, the shyness coming back. "Really?"

"Yeah. You were amazing."

He leans down and kisses me softly. "Thanks. Thank you. I love the way you feel."

My face warms, and I resist the urge to ask him to do it again. I just want his hands on my body again, to feel that way one more time.

But I remind myself that this is for Calvin. This isn't about my pleasure, even if that was the best handjob I've ever had in my life.

"I want to touch you again already," Cal says softly.

I laugh as warm relief floods me. "Well, give me fifteen minutes, and you can do whatever you want again."

"Great." He straddles my legs and leans forward so his face is over mine. "Because I've been dying to taste your cock."

The idea of his mouth on me has me begging my body to hurry the fuck up and get ready for round two. And I realize that the more we do this, the higher the chances are that Calvin will ruin me for any other man.

And I'm going to let him.