17. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Michael

Waking up with Callum in my arms was quickly becoming one of my favorite things. The last two days he had kept the shop closed while I had recovered from my allergic reaction. We'd stayed in bed, except for the times one of us had needed the restroom, or we had needed food. Those were the times I wished Callum was able to twitch his nose, or snap his fingers, and make food just appear. But after hearing about the whole turning his ex into a frog incident, I was good with traipsing downstairs to the kitchen, where he planted me firmly in a chair while he fixed us something to eat.

After the hospital had released me, Callum had driven us back to his house, and then bundled me into bed. I'd been so exhausted I hadn't protested. It felt really nice having someone take care of me. Really nice. I had never wanted anyone in my life before, beyond a few close friendships. But never a lover, a partner. Someone to share the little intimacies of everyday life.

Callum made me want all kinds of things I had always turned my nose up at.

And it didn't bother me like I thought it would.

Instead, I was fully embracing it. Enjoying every second I got to spend with him.

We'd spent the last couple of days napping, watching movies and sitcoms, and just learning little things about each other. Like how Callum hated horror movies but loved psychological thrillers. We both loved the same comedies, and neither of us were into rom-coms. Though he had blushingly admitted to having a thing for Hallmark Christmas movies. I was kind of looking forward to spending a day watching them with him.

Callum Turner was turning me into a complete sap.

He'd even forced me to watch Hocus Pocus , and I had to admit, I liked it. Not as much as Callum seemed to, but he was a pretty die-hard fan. It might take me a couple more watches to be on his level.

Last night I had insisted that he couldn't keep the store closed another day. He had already rearranged enough readings because of me. And I knew there were online orders that were waiting to be packaged and shipped out. The Witch's Brew did a brisk online business, and from what I had seen, they did a fair amount in walk-ins and repeat customers. Salem was rife with tourists year-round, but October especially saw a surge, and they had no trouble finding their way to the shop.

Unlike other mornings, today I let my hands wander over Callum's sleep warmed body. He was snuggled into me, little spoon to my big. My thigh was over his, trapping him, and my nose was buried in the crook of his neck. One hand skimmed up his flat stomach, circling a nipple until it hardened and nubbed.

Callum moaned, his back arching and his plump ass pushing against my morning wood. It fit perfectly into his crease, even through our tight boxer briefs. Pulling him closer to me, I flexed my hips just enough to enjoy the slight friction.

Placing a hot kiss on his neck, I pulled the skin between my teeth and sucked briefly before releasing his pale flesh. Leaning up to see my handiwork, I watched as the spot turned a pretty shade of pink. I didn't think I had done it hard enough to leave a bruise, but I was suddenly overcome with the need to mark him. I wanted everyone to know Callum was mine.

Leaving his neck for the time being, I trailed open mouthed kisses across his shoulder, my fingers playing with his nipples. One then the other, until they were both standing at attention, hard, and begging for my mouth on them. Callum's heart was beating fast beneath my palm, his ass grinding against my hard dick, soft, breathy moans escaping his mouth.

Every sound he made had my dick jerking in my briefs, the tip making a wet patch with my leaking precum. I loved the sounds he made; loved that I caused him to sound like that.

I wasn't sure if he was even fully awake, but when he turned his head for an awkward kiss, I had my answer. Capturing his lips, my tongue demanded entrance, but he pulled back, blinking at me owlishly.

"Morning breath," he mumbled, then added, "what time is it?"

Leaning over his shoulder, I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Barely seven. And I don't care about your morning breath."

But to appease him–for now–I pushed him flat on the mattress, leaning over him, and didn't push for another kiss. Without his glasses, his eyes appeared even greener than normal. His hair was untamed on his head, a lock falling over his forehead, his cheeks rosy from sleep. Bending, I sucked one of his hard nipples into my mouth, then teased it with a gentle scrape of my teeth.

Callum's hands buried themselves in my hair, his entire body arching up into me. Air hissed between his teeth. "Michael!"

"Mmmm?" The sound vibrated against his skin, and he jerked against me, his hands tugging on my hair almost painfully. The slight sting traveled straight to my dick, and I grew impossibly hard. Raising my head, I gave him a slow, lazy smile. "Don't like it?"

He shook his head on the pillow. "I like it too much."

Licking my lips, I purred huskily, "That sounds like a you problem."

Bending back to the task at hand, I went back to sucking on his nipples, loving the way he cried my name, until it was a breathless chant, over and over.

After another few minutes, I released the nipple I'd been tormenting and whispered, "I like when you say my name."

He stilled beneath my touch, and my God, what a stunning picture he made. Black hair mussed, rosy cheeks, glistening green eyes framed by dark lashes, and swollen pink lips. "You do?"

Lips parting slightly in a tiny smile, I nodded. "Yeah. No one has ever…" Voice trailing off, I didn't finish the sentence. Suddenly ashamed of all the faceless, nameless men that had come before Callum, but more ashamed of the manner in which I had treated them.

Callum was different. So fucking different from anyone I had ever been with, but every single thing about him did it for me.

He reached for me, and I gladly went, leaning over him, our lips nearly touching. "I don't know what you did to me, Callum Turner, bewitched me or something, but I'm…"

His hands cupped my cheeks, and he stared up into my eyes, the green of his glittering in the early morning light. "You're what?"

"Falling for you. It should scare me–it's too fast–but it doesn't."

"I promise to catch you." He tilted his face up and our lips met, morning breath and early protests forgotten. And I got lost in him, in Callum. His lips and taste and tongue. His long, lean limbs and warm tight skin.

Callum made me want things I had never wanted before. Soft morning kisses. My name being whispered in need. Quiet secrets between two lovers. Exploring every single inch of his skin, slowly.

After minutes of shared kisses, roaming hands, and cocks grinding against each other, I tore my mouth from his. We were both breathing hard, panting. "Supplies?"

He turned his head, stretching a hand towards the nightstand. "Drawer. Lubes and condoms."

Leaning away from him, I gathered the supplies, holding up a thick, bright purple dildo in question.

Callum blushed, then shrugged. "What? A guy has needs."

Waggling my brows, I waved the dildo at him. "We're going to explore this at some point. "

"What's to explore, Michael?" he laughed, "It's a dildo. It goes in my ass. Pretty much all there is to it."

Giving him a slight shrug and a wicked smile, I put it back in the drawer with a, "Or my ass."

Callum blinked wide green eyes, "Realllly?" He made the word about three syllables.

Tossing the condom and lube on the bed next to him, I arched one brow at him. "Maybe. I've always topped but…I'd be up for trying it. With you. Now, where were we?"

Callum spread his limbs across the bed, his muscles loose and relaxed. "I'm all yours."

Tapping a finger against my lips, I stared down at him. "Hmmm, let's see. These need to come off."

Trailing my fingers across the top of his boxer briefs, I teased the head of his cock through the cotton material. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I slowly pulled them down his body, then tossed them behind me. Callum's eyes never stopped watching me, and then he was gloriously naked in front of me.

My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, bobbing towards his belly button. He was long and thick, a pleasant surprise given how thin he was. The head was bright red, a string of precum leaving a sticky trail across the skin of his stomach. As shy and quiet as Callum sometimes came across, he was proving the exact opposite in bed .

I watched with hooded eyes as he took himself in hand, his grip firm and sure. He jacked himself slowly, his thumb caressing the damp head of his cock, his hazy eyes never leaving mine. The tip of his tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip, leaving it pink and shiny.

"I could watch you do that all day." My voice was rough, and I quickly stripped myself of my own boxers, finally releasing my aching cock from the confines of the tight material. Callum's eyes flared hot, his pupils dilating even more at the sight of my thick cock standing out proudly from my neatly trimmed dark brown pubes.

Callum's hand never stopped his lazy stroking, but he held his free hand out to me, beckoning, and I couldn't deny him.

Spreading his thighs with my hands, I positioned myself between his splayed legs. With a sure hand I covered his, feeling the hot, silky flesh of his cock beneath both our hands. Gently, I moved his hand off his cock, and before the protest could escape his adorably pouting lips, I bent my head and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.

Callum arched, pushing his dick further into the wet recess of my mouth. His hands gripped my hair tightly, his heels digging into the mattress. "Fuck! Michael! Fuuccckkk!"

Smiling around his cock, because I loved how vocal he was in bed, I swallowed, my lips stretching around his girth. The bitter salty tang of his precum teased my tongue, and I lapped at his slit, over and over, chasing each drop.

I sucked, licked, nibbled, and stroked until the only sounds from Callum were high pitched, panting moans. Each time I felt his balls tighten and draw up, the movement of his hips grow more frantic, his cries growing louder, I backed off. Bringing him to the edge over and over, but never allowing him to fall over the cliff.

"Michael, please, please, please…" his voice trailed off in a needy wail, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow.

Placing a soft kiss on his hip, I innocently asked, "Michael, please what?"

"Please let me come!"

"Hmmm?" Scraping my teeth across his pointed hipbone, I pretended to think about it. With an evil chuckle, I deftly flipped him onto his stomach, smacking his ass with enough sting to make my own hand tingle. "Not quite yet."

I watched in fascination at the pink palm print that bloomed over his firm ass cheek, the luscious mounds still jiggling from the smack. My dick jerked and twitched at the sight, my balls tingling.

Callum shrieked, then tossed the bottle of lube towards me. "Enough foreplay! Fuck me!"

"Callum Turner, who would have ever guessed you were such a bossy bottom? "

He spread his legs, pushing his ass up a little in my direction, clearly telling me what he wanted. "Michael, I swear to God, if you don't get your di–fuuuucccckkkkk!"

Grabbing two handfuls of his ass, I spread his cheeks wide, uncovering his tight pink hole. Swiping my tongue over the wrinkled skin cut off all of Callum's demands. My glee was short lived as I got lost in the spicy, dark taste of him. Callum was utterly intoxicating. I could eat his ass for hours. Nothing had ever tasted so good.

Callum gripped the pillow tightly, burying his face in it and muffling the incoherent, animal sounds he was making. He writhed beneath my hands and tongue, pushing his ass into my face, demanding more.

There was a part of me that loved just how vocal and demanding he was. Always, I was the one in charge, but there was no doubt in my mind that in reality Callum was the one in charge now. The entire time I had kissed, stroked, and teased his body, he had been telling me exactly where and how he wanted me.

And I found it sexy as fuck.

Just like the man writhing beneath me, pushing his ass into my face until I was surrounded by the very essence of him. Callum was one of the sexiest, most sensual people I had ever met, and I couldn't get enough of him.

He was humping the bed beneath him, moaning and panting, as my tongue licked over his hole before diving inside .

"Michael…Michael…Michael…" My name falling on his lips became a chant, a siren's song that I never wanted to end. Names had never been important to me before; most times I didn't even bother to learn my partner's name.

But Callum repeating my name had me craving hearing it with an intensity that left me light-headed.

Suddenly, in picture perfect clarity, I could envision a life with Callum. My pulse quickened, but not with the fear I usually felt at the thought of being with anyone for any sort of extended time. No, this feeling washing over me was joy, plain and simple. Euphoria of the highest order.

Maybe Callum had done more with his spell than binding us together. He had surely cast some kind of spell over me. If I was bewitched, I didn't want this spell to be broken.

Callum flipped onto his back and gently cupped my cheek in his hand. Overcome with emotion, I was powerless to do anything beyond turning my face into his palm and nuzzling his soft skin.

"Michael." My name, whispered softly, was all it took. With that one word, Callum owned my heart.

Kissing his palm, I blinked, pushing away the feelings that were threatening to derail me.

"Make love to me. Now."

If I thought Callum saying my name had stolen my heart, his softly spoken demand stole my soul. It was official; I well and truly belonged to this man. And I was surprisingly okay with it.

Smiling seductively down at him, as he bent his knees and spread his long legs, feet planted firmly on the mattress, I grappled for the hastily tossed bottle of lube. Because while I might have loosened that sweet, tight hole of his up with my tongue, and he might be demanding I fuck him right now, he still needed some prep before I sank balls deep into him.

Coating my fingers while he watched, an impatient gleam in his eyes, I shook my head. "Prep."

He huffed out an impatient breath. "I'm on it."

His answer caught me by surprise, and I snorted. "Me too, but that's not what I meant and you know it." Giving his pouty lips a gentle kiss, I slid one slicked up finger inside his hot heat. "Impatient witch."

"Mmmmm," Callum hummed, his hole tight around my finger. Adding a second digit had Callum biting his lower lip, his ass quickly finding the rhythm as I slid in and out of him in a slow, unhurried pace. I scissored my fingers, stretching him, until he was once more panting and tossing his head.

"Michael!" he shouted, banging his hands against the mattress in need and frustration. "Now! Need you now!"

My dick was just as needy as Callum by this point, hard, angry and leaking. Quickly donning the condom, I hooked my arms under Callum's legs, teasing his hole with the head of my cock before popping the thick head past the first ring of muscles.

"Yeesssss!" He hissed the word between his teeth, his jaw tightly clenched, the tendons of his neck standing out. "Fuck yes. More. All of you. Need it all!"

His hole was like a vice wrapped around my dick, he was so tight. The heat of him surrounded me like a furnace, and if I didn't get fully inside him, I was sure I was going to die.

Flexing my hips, I slid another inch inside him, then another, until I was fully seated in him. Nothing had ever felt as good as being inside Callum.

He wrapped his legs around my hips, pulling me closer and freeing my hands. Framing his face, I kissed him deeply, our tongues sliding across one another. No one cared about morning breath, or where tongues had been, too wrapped up in the sensations of skin against skin, of being joined together.

Sliding my hand in his, our fingers wrapped around each other, and I used my other arm to brace myself. Slowly, I slid in and out of him, our fingers clenched together, our eyes locked.

Until Callum's bucking hips demanded I move faster. Soon I was slamming into him, pushing him across the mattress with the force of my thrusts. Bracing both hands on the mattress, I kept my weight from crushing him, while our bodies bucked against one another .

Callum's blunt nails scraped down my back, traveling down to my ass. Grabbing two handfuls, he pulled me to him, deftly managing to get me angled in the perfect spot to peg his prostate with each movement.

Head thrashing, he cried, "There! Right there!"

One of his hands released the firm grip on my ass and wrapped around his own cock, jacking himself in time to my frenzied thrusts. Callum was wanton beneath me, savage and beautiful, as he chased his pleasure. Unrepentant and unashamed as he took what he wanted.

My balls tightened and my spine tingled, and I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on for much longer. And when Callum's green gaze locked onto mine, and he ordered, "Come with me, Michael," I was lost.

Callum came before me, his body tightening around mine, his ass clamping down on my dick. His mouth opened in a silent cry, while his cum spurted across his stomach and shot all the way up his chest. The sight of him, the feel of his body beneath me, the sheer exquisiteness that made up all the pieces of Callum, made me stop and forget for a second what I was supposed to even be doing. I was enchanted by him.

When he slow blinked at me, his lips curved into a wicked, knowing grin, my brain came back online and my dick remembered what we needed. Callum's devilish smile never left his face, not when I picked up the brutal pace of my hips, as I chased my own orgasm. Not when his hands reached around to grab my ass once more as my hips pumped into him. And not when his fingers trailed down my crease and one slick finger tapped my own hole, before the tip slid in.

"Ahhhh!" The word, sound, garbled nonsense, escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I emptied my balls into his tight hole. Collapsing on top of him to catch my breath, his hands and fingers made lazy trails across the sweaty skin of my back.

Once I had caught my breath, I eased out of him, not missing the grimace that crossed his face. "I hate that part," his lips quivered with a small smile.

Brushing a quick kiss across his lips, I tied off the condom and disposed of it in the trashcan next to the bed.

Stretching out next to Callum, he turned to face me, in much the same way we had stared at each other our first night together. Only this time, instead of being tense and tightly wound, Callum's limbs were relaxed, his features lax. His green eyes looked like they held the answers to all the questions of the world I had ever wondered about. Maybe they did.

"That was…" my voice trailed off, because there honestly wasn't a word I could think of to describe it adequately.

"Amazing? Wonderful? The best sex of your life?" Callum teased, but he was closer to the truth than I wanted to admit .

Wrapping an arm around his naked shoulders, my thumb traced the reddish-purple bruise that was blooming on his skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. Vaguely I recalled sucking the skin there hard, while my dick had been gliding in and out of him. The sight of my mark on him had my dick giving a half-hearted twitch.

"All of the above," I told him, brushing the wayward, sweaty hair back from his forehead. "All of the above."