Chapter 26 - Stone

Callum Hayes is fucking mine .

He’s been mine for a while now, but thank the stars I can finally fucking say it. I hope he’s prepared to belong to me for eternity.

I would’ve claimed him after he spoke those words, but I had work to do.

He was exhausted from the game and the long drive and all the revelations he wasn’t expecting to get tonight, so I took him to my old room and put us both to bed. He fell asleep clinging to me, which made it a little difficult to extricate myself without waking him.

I’ve been gone for nearly two hours. When I return, Callum is still sleeping peacefully in my bed.

I get a quick shower, scrubbing off dirt and blood, before climbing back in with him. I settle in behind him, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him close. It doesn’t take me long to join him in sleep.

Some hours later, I’m jolted out of it when the body I’m still holding onto starts squirming and whimpering.

I’m not sure if my mind is fully awake yet, but my body moves like it knows exactly what to do. After soaking my finger with my own saliva, I slip my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers.

“You’re okay, Callum,” I whisper in his ear as I slowly push my finger inside him.

He jerks and sobs, but I don’t stop.

Turn all my bad things good.

“It’s me, baby. You’re safe.”

As I thrust my finger a little deeper, he begins to relax. He lets out a little sigh into his pillow, a calmer noise than the ones he had been making previously.

“Stone,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, not having woken yet.

“I’m here. Those shadows can’t touch you when I’m with you.”

More of the tautness in his muscles loosens.

Meanwhile, my dick is growing stiff while I’m lying here with my finger in his ass.

He did say I could use my finger or my cock…

Fuck, I just want to be inside him.

I kiss him softly on the neck below his ear before removing my finger. Rolling over just enough to reach the bottle of lube I might’ve strategically left on top of the nightstand, I grab it and roll back. I lower both our boxers and slick up my fingers and cock. Slowly, I push my first finger back inside him and work in a second, stretching him open. He sighs again and mumbles some unintelligible words.

He really does sleep fucking hard.

After I’ve done what I can with my fingers, I take them out and line up the head of my cock with his hole. Slowly and carefully, I thrust forward, gently pushing past his rim.

Callum grunts, and I still.

He goes a bit rigid again but only for a few seconds. As his tension uncoils once more, I drive forward a little deeper. Inch by steady inch, I sheath my cock inside his tight, warm ass.

He’s perfectly relaxed now, breathing steadily. I grasp his hip and try to steady my own breathing. He feels so fucking good. Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine. When he moans and rolls his hips, my breath leaves me altogether.

He also said to wake him up like this.

I pull back until just the head of my cock is still inside him. Excruciatingly fucking slowly, I drive back in.

I keep each thrust unhurried. Just to fucking feel him.

“Harder.”

My hips stutter. I still again, tightening my grip on his waist to stop me from slamming back into him. “Fuck. You’re awake?”

“I am now.” His voice is husky and still a little sleepy as he pushes back on my cock. “Fuck me harder, Stone.”

That’s all the nudge I need.

I immediately pick up a brutal pace, fucking into him with a feral urgency. The sheets shift beneath us where we lie on our sides. Callum moans loudly as he reaches for my hand that’s still grasping his hip, squeezing it through whatever feeling is lighting up his body. Then he’s pulling it off him and dragging it over his waist and to his cock. When my fingers wrap around him, I find him already hard and leaking.

His next moan is an unspoken command. I obey, stroking him with a tight fist.

“This cock is mine, isn’t it?” I ask, speaking low in his ear.

“Yes.”

“This ass is mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

As I continue rutting into him, I slip my other arm under his head so I can wrap my hand around his throat. The noise he unleashes rumbles through us both as he sags into me, his back pressed against my chest. He thrusts into my hand and back on my cock.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you, Cal?”

“Yes. All yours,” he says, sounding close to sobbing. “I’m yours, Stone.”

“Damn fucking right. I’m going to claim you and mark you too.” Lowering my head, I lick a path where his neck and shoulder meet. “Right here. Okay?”

“Yes,” he says again.

I sink my teeth into skin, biting down until he bucks again, fucking my fist while fucking himself on my cock.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “Gonna come.”

I add a little more pressure with my teeth. I’m not even close to breaking skin, but at least the indentions of my teeth will last a while.

A moment later, Callum cries out as ropes of cum spurt over my hand and the sheets. His ass clenches around my cock, sending me barreling closer to that same edge that Callum is flying over.

Collecting as much of his release as I can on two fingers, I bring them up and paint his lips with it. He opens his mouth, and I shove my fingers inside. When he starts to suck on them, moaning as he laps up his own cum, I fucking unravel, slamming into him and spilling in his ass.

Callum slumps in my hold.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper in his ear.

Releasing his throat, I roll him over and shove him down until his chest is flat on the bed. Moving lower, I spread his legs and settle between them.

He peers at me over his shoulder, his lids still heavy with sleep and now a post-orgasm haze. “What are you doing?”

“Gonna show you just how much you’re mine.”

I grab his hips and pull his ass up into the air. Gripping each cheek, I spread them and groan at the sight of his pretty hole, pink and abused and glistening with my cum. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over it.

“Oh, fuck!” he screams.

If my mom was home or my sister hadn’t soundproofed her office, I might have been inclined to stuff something in Callum’s mouth to keep him quiet.

But then again, I might not.

I swirl my tongue around his hole, collecting every drop of my release before pushing past his rim. He chokes on a sob as he thrusts back against my face.

Reaching beneath him, I grab his cock. It’s already half hard and gives a little twitch in my hand.

Pulling back, I ask, “You gonna come again for me?”

He shakes his head weakly. “No. Please.”

I give him a light stroke, and he hardens a little more. “Are you sure? You’re so good at giving me two, baby. And you’re fucking beautiful when you do. I’ve never seen anyone else able to.”

“So it’s like a superpower?”

I chuckle. “Yeah. Just like a superpower.”

He whimpers as he thrusts into my hand, his dick nearly fully hard now. “I’ll try.”

“Good boy. Gonna finish cleaning you up now. I want you to come with my tongue in your ass.”

And that’s exactly where my tongue returns. I keep my hand around his cock, stroking him as I eat his ass, tasting the both of us. I’m obsessed with the whimpers and moans and hisses that come out of him as I draw out a second orgasm. I lick at his inner walls, flicking my tongue as deep as I can to swallow up every bit of my cum that’s been inside him.

His entire body convulses as he comes undone, his release pouring out onto the sheets.

I hold him upright even as I feel him close to collapsing. After giving his hole one last lick, I move back up on the bed, pulling him with me to my side to keep him out of the mess he made. I’ll change the sheets in the morning.

Callum curls up against me, both our chests sweat-slick and heaving. He kisses me. I’m a little surprised when his tongue nudges at my lips. I’d never deny him, so I part them, his tongue immediately diving in to taste mine. He moans, then gives my lips one last graze with his before letting his head fall to the pillow.

“Thank you.”

“Those shadows can’t touch you when I’m with you,” I tell him again, holding him a little tighter.

He nods. “I don’t belong to them anymore. I belong to you.”

“That’s right, baby.”

I think Callum and I both slept like fucking babies after our fun in the middle of the night. Neither of us wanted to wake up when my alarm went off in the morning. I ended up snoozing it at least half a dozen times.

We may have gotten a later start than I wanted, but we’re finally on the road now.

The sun is peeking over the tree-covered hills in the distance as I drive along the backroad that’ll lead to Callum’s surprise. After I turned off the main highway and refused to tell him where we were going, he spent the next five minutes grumbling.

It didn’t bother me. I’ve never been fucking happier.

He’ll be just as happy soon too.

He met my mom this morning, which I wasn’t expecting. She had come home at some point in the middle of the night to grab a couple hours of sleep and a quick breakfast before heading back to the hospital. It was fine because Callum and I needed to get going, and I would’ve felt bad cutting time with her short. I promised her we’d be back to visit soon.

Callum must be finished sulking because he turns to me with a grin and says, “You know, you and your sister are kind of like Batman and Alfred.”

I snort. “Really?”

“Yeah. You’re my Dark Knight. You even have the Batmobile, and she runs the Batcave.”

“Does that make you Robin?”

He scoffs. “Nah. Robin’s cool, but he doesn’t have superpowers like I do.”

Reaching across the center console, I grab his hand and squeeze it. Just for the simple fact that I already miss touching him. “Yeah, you’re way cooler than Robin.”

A few minutes later, after driving through the middle of nowhere for a while, I pull into a dirt driveway partly concealed by trees and brush. The car jostles over dirt and rocks for nearly half a mile before a wooden cabin comes into view. It’s small, only one bedroom and one bathroom. The lake behind it, however, stretches on for miles.

Callum leans forward in his seat. “That’s the cabin from the photo hanging over your fireplace.”

“It was my granddad’s,” I explain. “He passed it down to my dad, and my dad passed it down to me. It transferred to my name when I was eighteen. The land is probably worth more than the cabin, but I have a lot of good memories here.” I put the car in park and stare up at the cabin in front of us. “My dad used to bring me out here to go fishing. It’s so quiet. No one around for miles.” I peer at him and let my gaze rake over his body as I bite my lip. “No one around to hear you scream.”

Or anyone else for that matter.

I laugh at the way Callum’s cheeks flush. Shutting off the engine, I grab a bag out of the backseat, then get out of the car while he does the same.

“So what are we doing here?” he asks as we meet in front of the car. “Going fishing?”

Grabbing his hand again, I pull him to me and give him a kiss. “I already caught the fish. It’s time to fillet it.”

His eyes brighten, and I know I want to keep making him happy like this for the rest of my life.